<?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-10106491</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:22:18.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand And One Opinions</title><subtitle type='html'>I might come off as crass, straight forward, and even rude sometimes, but in my own blog I get to be.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-1419396148247601292</id><published>2010-01-15T01:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T01:35:17.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Two nights ago I was thinking about Pride. Pride of land on which we live, pride of skills we poses, pride in our parents or siblings or children. In United States where there are a lot of foreigners, you can find quite a few who are proud of the land they left behind, yet that land has not been good enough for them to stay there.In our High Schools and our cities Pride is strongly encouraged, there are days when you wear your proud school colors to show off your spirit. There is also Pride of our ego, now there is a pride that needs to be kept in check. This pride of ego interferes with almost all aspects of our daily lives. I know that it is, when an aggressive driver tries to pass me on the road, when I get treated rudely in a coffee shop, when someone makes a mistake at my expense. What is it that makes us so heated when someone treats us unfairly? I almost do not notice it until after a confrontation. I believe there is good pride and there is the pride that “causes our downfall” as the word of God says in “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20Chronicles+26:16&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;2 Chronicles 26:16&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;But after Uzziah became powerful, his &lt;b&gt;pride&lt;/b&gt; led to his downfall.” and also in “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm+10:4&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Psalm 10:4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;In his &lt;b&gt;pride&lt;/b&gt; the wicked does not seek him; in all his thoughts there is no room for God.” May God give me strength and power of self control to rid myself of ego pride. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-1419396148247601292?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/1419396148247601292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=1419396148247601292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/1419396148247601292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/1419396148247601292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2010/01/pride.html' title='Pride'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-5829755550376620173</id><published>2010-01-04T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T03:34:17.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh The Resolutions.</title><content type='html'>Now that January has rolled around and we wholeheartedly celebrated New Years, most people are trying to follow their New Years Resolutions. Every year I set an impossible task for myself that I follow through for the first week of the year and then toss it away, this year it is to keep up a weekly posts on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;I changed a couple of things around on my blog like the layout and the title of my blog, I grew up a little this year and so did my tastes. &lt;br /&gt;In my resolution to keep up weekly blogs I also wanted to keep them short so that I have more to say for next week.&lt;br /&gt;So my friends until next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-5829755550376620173?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/5829755550376620173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=5829755550376620173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/5829755550376620173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/5829755550376620173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahh-resolutions.html' title='Ahh The Resolutions.'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-3553192273309851619</id><published>2009-11-14T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T06:36:57.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abused</title><content type='html'>For some reason it is on my heart right now, I am thinking of all the children and women who are abused. I myself have a loving father who has never even looked at me wrong, I have never been abused in any way. I have had best childhood possible, but I can't help feeling for those who are getting sexually abused by their own fathers, uncles, cousins... I don't know why but I can't stop tearing up and I keep thinking about all the kids around the world who are getting mistreated, no mistreated is the wrong word, all the kids who are getting hurt and abused and wronged.&lt;br /&gt;I think of boys and girls who are only months old and their parents are not taking care of them, like the 8 month old who died in his own filth of hunger and dehydration because his parents would not take care of him!&lt;br /&gt;I think of the children in Dar fur, Africa who are being forced to kill other children their own age and younger. My heart beeps for you!&lt;br /&gt;I think of toddlers who don't know what is going on when a man they were suppose to be trusting are sexually abusing them, I am thinking of you and praying for God to  come already and for it all to stop.&lt;br /&gt;The girls who are in their tweens and being abused, I am thinking of you and praying for you, I am so sorry you have to endure such!&lt;br /&gt;For you teenage girls who are already coping with your body changes and are gettin abused, I cry for you and pray for you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thiking of women in parking lots who are still holding the keys to their car in your clenched fist, yet were not able to defend themselves against the preditor who praied on them, I can't imagine your pain.&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of women who are getting abused by thier men who are suppse to be the rock of their life, I can't imagine your betrayal. &lt;br /&gt;I hope to never know your pain and agony of thougths that haunt you after, but hear me now I am with you in spirit please allow me to colsole you and let my and Jacobs God comfort you and take away your nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;~emotional&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-3553192273309851619?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/3553192273309851619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=3553192273309851619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/3553192273309851619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/3553192273309851619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2009/11/abused.html' title='Abused'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-4727293016599906457</id><published>2009-07-31T13:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:04:59.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SnNOW_Z8YdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wxzDPWTTWek/s1600-h/Error.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 95px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SnNOW_Z8YdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wxzDPWTTWek/s400/Error.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364717738012729810" border="0" /&gt;Stupid Error that keeps poping up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-4727293016599906457?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/4727293016599906457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=4727293016599906457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/4727293016599906457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/4727293016599906457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2009/07/stupid-error-that-keeps-poping-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SnNOW_Z8YdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wxzDPWTTWek/s72-c/Error.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-6300705378891076129</id><published>2008-09-30T01:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T01:42:04.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Months!</title><content type='html'>It was a very nice day outside so we took as many pics as we wanted (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SOHl9L_W28I/AAAAAAAAAHE/S_HEhe1VKgQ/s1600-h/Croped+P1020864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SOHl9L_W28I/AAAAAAAAAHE/S_HEhe1VKgQ/s400/Croped+P1020864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251731479844019138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a nice Close UP (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SOHlcI6Wt2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/0ZzsbSRDCiU/s1600-h/Croped+P1020769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SOHlcI6Wt2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/0ZzsbSRDCiU/s400/Croped+P1020769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251730912082048866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what she's so disapproving of in here... ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SOHlQNqqzyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ouT4_NaEWdQ/s1600-h/Croped+P1020725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SOHlQNqqzyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ouT4_NaEWdQ/s400/Croped+P1020725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251730707200003874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie trying to put on the hoodie without making us fall over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SOHlFiMiAMI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jOd60T2eypE/s1600-h/Croped+P1020707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SOHlFiMiAMI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jOd60T2eypE/s400/Croped+P1020707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251730523732181186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands in our pockets we're just chilling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SOHkqfW6r3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/mH9F_5rBHvM/s1600-h/P1020641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SOHkqfW6r3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/mH9F_5rBHvM/s400/P1020641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251730059113967474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one she just made a funny face so I had to put it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-6300705378891076129?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/6300705378891076129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=6300705378891076129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/6300705378891076129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/6300705378891076129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2008/09/7-months.html' title='7 Months!'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SOHl9L_W28I/AAAAAAAAAHE/S_HEhe1VKgQ/s72-c/Croped+P1020864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-1695017526768755894</id><published>2008-09-30T00:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T01:32:48.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellie 6 Month!</title><content type='html'>I just thought I would post a couple more photo's of my little girl she's too cute not to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SOHY3BzYIyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tie1b9SUSRQ/s1600-h/P1020623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SOHY3BzYIyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tie1b9SUSRQ/s400/P1020623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251717080379040546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never wants to let me leave for work so she's holding on to me here (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SOHadon1Z1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/wSUw1CvtmE4/s1600-h/P1020557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SOHadon1Z1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/wSUw1CvtmE4/s400/P1020557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251718843146266450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time in a high chair eating oatmeal (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SOHYay_uaGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/N_7g0p7L4X4/s1600-h/P1020528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SOHYay_uaGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/N_7g0p7L4X4/s400/P1020528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251716595367962722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie put us in a dress, that torturess (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SOHYO3YXs3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/35dE7WQWTaY/s1600-h/P1020595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SOHYO3YXs3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/35dE7WQWTaY/s400/P1020595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251716390386643826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just haning out in a high chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SOHX7AlWUlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BWwTooSLkO4/s1600-h/P1020607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SOHX7AlWUlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BWwTooSLkO4/s400/P1020607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251716049259614802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy made a funny face and Ellie LOOOves it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-1695017526768755894?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/1695017526768755894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=1695017526768755894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/1695017526768755894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/1695017526768755894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2008/09/ellie-6-month.html' title='Ellie 6 Month!'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SOHY3BzYIyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tie1b9SUSRQ/s72-c/P1020623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-1337496553647520613</id><published>2008-06-22T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T17:52:12.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown Onsie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SF7y4ETuV7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/WSkPZNiPIPI/s1600-h/P1020417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SF7y4ETuV7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/WSkPZNiPIPI/s400/P1020417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214872463584679858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SF7y4Sr6IbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/LyOSQP6LHBY/s1600-h/P1020419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SF7y4Sr6IbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/LyOSQP6LHBY/s400/P1020419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214872467444212146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SF7y4oxwicI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1zgbI3tBYCg/s1600-h/P1020422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SF7y4oxwicI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1zgbI3tBYCg/s400/P1020422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214872473374329282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SF7y45scWRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/aRm791fyOxc/s1600-h/P1020427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SF7y45scWRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/aRm791fyOxc/s400/P1020427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214872477915437330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SF7y4xJD-hI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-ODULqlobCI/s1600-h/P1020429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SF7y4xJD-hI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-ODULqlobCI/s400/P1020429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214872475619555858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-1337496553647520613?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/1337496553647520613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=1337496553647520613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/1337496553647520613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/1337496553647520613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2008/06/brown-onsie.html' title='Brown Onsie'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SF7y4ETuV7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/WSkPZNiPIPI/s72-c/P1020417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-5702564939095289587</id><published>2008-05-04T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T02:23:59.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Little</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SB2AppLsUtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2wiylDbmwTc/s1600-h/Untitled-1bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SB2AppLsUtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2wiylDbmwTc/s400/Untitled-1bc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196450997973308114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SB2AppLsUuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DyL5RXO7b78/s1600-h/family+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SB2AppLsUuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DyL5RXO7b78/s400/family+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196450997973308130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First photo is me and my daddy when I was about 3 years old.&lt;br /&gt;Second photo is my husband Chris and older brother Dale. So Chris is the younger one on the photo. Just so you guys could compare who Ellie looks like. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SB1_oZLsUsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/f6D0NAEX5vw/s1600-h/family+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-5702564939095289587?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/5702564939095289587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=5702564939095289587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/5702564939095289587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/5702564939095289587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2008/05/me-little.html' title='Me Little'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SB2AppLsUtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2wiylDbmwTc/s72-c/Untitled-1bc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-5880091781135707653</id><published>2008-05-03T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T02:22:56.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March &amp; April Ellie Photos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SB1UQJLsUmI/AAAAAAAAADk/wAjPLH9dGhI/s1600-h/P1020204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SB1UQJLsUmI/AAAAAAAAADk/wAjPLH9dGhI/s400/P1020204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196402181375021666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SB1UQpLsUnI/AAAAAAAAADs/CxAnKjhE4I4/s1600-h/P1020205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SB1UQpLsUnI/AAAAAAAAADs/CxAnKjhE4I4/s400/P1020205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196402189964956274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SB1UQ5LsUoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/yBjOGBnYsco/s1600-h/P1020206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SB1UQ5LsUoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/yBjOGBnYsco/s400/P1020206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196402194259923586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SB1URJLsUpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pqscfjBTG_E/s1600-h/P1020232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SB1URJLsUpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pqscfjBTG_E/s400/P1020232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196402198554890898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SB1URpLsUqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IX3fVS4KzNg/s1600-h/P1020251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SB1URpLsUqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IX3fVS4KzNg/s400/P1020251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196402207144825506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling girl (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-5880091781135707653?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/5880091781135707653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=5880091781135707653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/5880091781135707653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/5880091781135707653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2008/05/march-may-ellie-photos.html' title='March &amp; April Ellie Photos.'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SB1UQJLsUmI/AAAAAAAAADk/wAjPLH9dGhI/s72-c/P1020204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-3795287214601521410</id><published>2008-04-17T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:32:07.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SAb-7TQx_2I/AAAAAAAAADU/05BsqCR6EBo/s1600-h/friends023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SAb-7TQx_2I/AAAAAAAAADU/05BsqCR6EBo/s400/friends023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190115915327471458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SAb-3TQx_1I/AAAAAAAAADM/GSk9XWUiuMA/s1600-h/friends022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SAb-3TQx_1I/AAAAAAAAADM/GSk9XWUiuMA/s400/friends022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190115846607994706" border="0" /&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SAb--TQx_3I/AAAAAAAAADc/s6VcI8wlJks/s1600-h/friends024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SAb--TQx_3I/AAAAAAAAADc/s6VcI8wlJks/s400/friends024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190115966867079026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Aaron on my husband's back (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-3795287214601521410?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/3795287214601521410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=3795287214601521410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/3795287214601521410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/3795287214601521410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2008/04/aaron.html' title='Aaron'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SAb-7TQx_2I/AAAAAAAAADU/05BsqCR6EBo/s72-c/friends023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-6403421284331410447</id><published>2008-04-16T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T02:43:29.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SAXKPDQx_0I/AAAAAAAAADE/-57EsjDSiUE/s1600-h/brown1+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SAXKPDQx_0I/AAAAAAAAADE/-57EsjDSiUE/s400/brown1+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189776505536905026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows a Chris Brown well I know two but one of them was a close friend and the other an acquittance.  Anyway the friend Chris Brown just had a second baby girl and I was going through really old photos and I did find one of him when he was very young. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-6403421284331410447?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/6403421284331410447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=6403421284331410447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/6403421284331410447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/6403421284331410447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2008/04/brown.html' title='Brown'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SAXKPDQx_0I/AAAAAAAAADE/-57EsjDSiUE/s72-c/brown1+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-6828599661970426928</id><published>2008-04-16T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T02:41:50.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mario</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SAXJ2TQx_zI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ivnW3cNDr3I/s1600-h/Mario.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SAXJ2TQx_zI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ivnW3cNDr3I/s400/Mario.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189776080335142706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to work for this awesome man his name is Mario we just called him Boss. I moved away from that town and just the other week he left me a comment on myspace I couldn't believe it, mostly because I had no idea he knew how to use myspace (: But his profile doesn't have a photo. I happened to find one so here it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-6828599661970426928?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/6828599661970426928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=6828599661970426928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/6828599661970426928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/6828599661970426928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2008/04/mario.html' title='Mario'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/SAXJ2TQx_zI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ivnW3cNDr3I/s72-c/Mario.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-1975351817725148987</id><published>2008-03-05T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:45:27.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to win</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/R892yyvlDeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/J_V_u7mcEaQ/s1600-h/CutestDaddyContest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/R892yyvlDeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/J_V_u7mcEaQ/s400/CutestDaddyContest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174485111858859490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I entered this picture to americanbaby.com/cutedaddy contest please click on &lt;a href="http://www.parents.com/app/sharemy/photoDetails.jsp?photoId=116400011" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.parents.com/app&lt;wbr&gt;/sharemy/photoDetails.jsp&lt;wbr&gt;?photoId=116400011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to help me win (: and may be even rate the pic to help more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-1975351817725148987?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/1975351817725148987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=1975351817725148987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/1975351817725148987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/1975351817725148987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-want-to-win.html' title='I want to win'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/R892yyvlDeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/J_V_u7mcEaQ/s72-c/CutestDaddyContest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-2368270120133109154</id><published>2008-02-16T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T01:27:58.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/R80WGNtVC9I/AAAAAAAAACs/GYkPD4yP8tA/s1600-h/bs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/R80WGNtVC9I/AAAAAAAAACs/GYkPD4yP8tA/s400/bs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173815842933378002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my girl. She was born January 27th 2008 at 8:25pm. She was 6.05lb and 19 1/2 inches. We named her Ellie Vicktoria Klein. My water broke at night around 3am and my contractions started at around 3:15am so we called our hospital and because my water broke they told me to come in. We got there at around 4am. By 2pm I was still only at 4cm, so they told me that because I raptured they need to have that baby out within the 24 hours of water breaking and if I wasn't going to start progressing faster they would have to put me on pitocin.&lt;br /&gt;All contractions hurt pretty bad starting with ones at 5am. so about an hour after we checked in. They gave me some pain med via IV. But by noon I couldn't stand the pain and I asked for an epidural. After epidural I was able to get some sleep and update everyone on what's going on. Anyway So they put me on pitocin and I ended up with a feaver so they figured that I got an infection so I had to also have some antibiotics.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was shift change at 7:45pm to 8:15pm. At around 7:30pm I started to feel the contractions even though I had epidural. I was also trying to hold in and not push. I asked the nurse to look for a DR. But Like I said it was their shift change and she couldn't get anyone to come check me. (they didn't check me regularly because they were afraid of giving me an infection as I was raptured) Anyway for that half an hour nobody came in except the epidural lady who gave me more narcotics straight in to the epidural space so I stopped feeling the contractions. Of coarse right as I stopped feeling the contractions a DR. showed up and said oh well it's time to push. I was furious as I've been holding it in for a half an hour and now that I can't feel it I have to push! ehhh So then on top of the things as I started to push Ellie's heart beat went way up, from her 155 to 185 and Chris says even to 190s but I didn't see that one.&lt;br /&gt;Because of Ellies' distress Dr. said she was going to use forceps. I started to cry and told her that I really really really was afraid of ripping and if there is a chance that I could still push her out if I work harder. She let me push one more time and was acting all excited like I made such huge progress pushing, but after the contraction was over she said "but I'm still using forceps" I closed my eyes and cried through the whole pushing with the forceps and then Ellie was born.  They clocked it at 8:25pm and Chris noted that I pushed for only half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up with a level 3 tear, on the scale of 1 to 4, 4 being the worst. I'd have to say tearing sucked big time. It's almost been 3 weeks and I still have trouble going to the bathroom with Number 2. But nothing I can do now. Forceps also bruised Ellies' jaw and and ear so she wouldn't open her mouth to feed and she didn't pass the hearing test on the bruised ear until a week later after bruising has gone down.&lt;br /&gt;Other then that we're doing good. You know the regular deprivation of sleep and having to steal time to shower. I got really lucky that Chris was able to stay home for the first 2 weeks that helped so much. I love him to death! Then my sister Olga and my mom take turns to stay with us during the day as Chris has now gone back to work so I'm doing pretty good I must say God watches out for me.&lt;br /&gt;So sorry for that rant (: You can skipp alot of it I was just venting for the most part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-2368270120133109154?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/2368270120133109154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=2368270120133109154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/2368270120133109154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/2368270120133109154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2008/02/birth-story.html' title='Birth Story'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/R80WGNtVC9I/AAAAAAAAACs/GYkPD4yP8tA/s72-c/bs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-3618121773091777487</id><published>2008-01-30T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T15:13:09.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellie Vicktoria Klein</title><content type='html'>Ellie Vicktoria Klein Pictures Galore! I love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/R6EDQaNqw2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/3-DjaaDdQMk/s1600-h/Ellie+Vicktoria+Klein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/R6EDQaNqw2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/3-DjaaDdQMk/s400/Ellie+Vicktoria+Klein.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161410228392739682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's just chilling on the bed here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/R6EDfaNqw3I/AAAAAAAAACE/aVAiH_ie4go/s1600-h/DaddyHoldingUpEllie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/R6EDfaNqw3I/AAAAAAAAACE/aVAiH_ie4go/s400/DaddyHoldingUpEllie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161410486090777458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy Holding her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/R6EDtKNqw4I/AAAAAAAAACM/DKkDa15MDqk/s1600-h/EllieAndDaddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/R6EDtKNqw4I/AAAAAAAAACM/DKkDa15MDqk/s400/EllieAndDaddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161410722313978754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ellie and Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/R6ED4KNqw5I/AAAAAAAAACU/441TjGl6lt4/s1600-h/MommyAndEllie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/R6ED4KNqw5I/AAAAAAAAACU/441TjGl6lt4/s400/MommyAndEllie1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161410911292539794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Ellie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/R6EECqNqw6I/AAAAAAAAACc/nH46hUlawf8/s1600-h/MommyAndEllie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/R6EECqNqw6I/AAAAAAAAACc/nH46hUlawf8/s400/MommyAndEllie2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161411091681166242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love kissing her. She smells so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/R6EENaNqw7I/AAAAAAAAACk/9-olbKp8CNs/s1600-h/KleinFamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/R6EENaNqw7I/AAAAAAAAACk/9-olbKp8CNs/s400/KleinFamily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161411276364759986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole Klein Family. Don't judge on how chunky I look I can't help it. But even though I don't love how I look on this pic Chris looks so wonderful and Ellie is passed out in such a cute pose I had to post it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-3618121773091777487?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/3618121773091777487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=3618121773091777487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/3618121773091777487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/3618121773091777487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2008/01/ellie-vicktoria-klein.html' title='Ellie Vicktoria Klein'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/R6EDQaNqw2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/3-DjaaDdQMk/s72-c/Ellie+Vicktoria+Klein.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-2539518027730896334</id><published>2007-12-23T23:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T23:38:17.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Wait!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.google.com/NadyaKlein/R29h5tv3yZI/AAAAAAAAABc/IOlmZnVbNMM/CribChangerBasenetStroller%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="CribChangerBasenetStroller" src="http://lh6.google.com/NadyaKlein/R29h59v3yaI/AAAAAAAAABk/ipkXnUtUx0g/CribChangerBasenetStroller_thumb" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; So We have Unpacked the Crib and set it up and also we setup the changing table. I love it! It goes so well with the room. I can't wait until our girl is here I want to use all this stuff like Now! I know I'm so impatient. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.google.com/NadyaKlein/R29h6Nv3ybI/AAAAAAAAABs/iUXJkr7eBko/Eyelet%20Crib%20Skirt%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="223" alt="Eyelet Crib Skirt" src="http://lh4.google.com/NadyaKlein/R29h6dv3ycI/AAAAAAAAAB0/LVnoTCtHWk4/Eyelet%20Crib%20Skirt_thumb" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Also If any of you ever looked at prices for Crib Bedding you might have noticed that it's same as a King size bedding at Macys! It is insane how much it's Priced up. I don't usually love e-bay but this time it definitely helped me out big time. I have purchased the above 9 piece Crib Bedding for only total of $61 including the shipping. At ToysRUs Bedding that is not as gorgeous is about $187 or so. I believe I have gotten a great deal. And it's so cute isn't it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-2539518027730896334?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/2539518027730896334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=2539518027730896334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/2539518027730896334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/2539518027730896334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2007/12/can-wait.html' title='Can&amp;#39;t Wait!'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-8196920146263209515</id><published>2007-12-06T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T16:03:53.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Friday</title><content type='html'>So,  I was working this last Friday Night. I don't usually work nights I usually work days on weekends, but I guess my boss thinks I should work one every now and then so they all don't know that he favors me (: Or at least that's what I think.&lt;br /&gt;I was in the back and the phone rang it was Brittney from the front telling me that there is someone on line one for me. My family calls me constantly at work, at home, on cell, on my hubbys cell so I was expecting it to be one of my four sisters or my husband. I picked up the phone, but on the other line was a mans voice I didn't recognize. He said "I was just in there about a half an hour ago and I think you are extremely sexy so I was wondering if I may take you out to dinner sometime?" &lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I was in shock as I am 7 months pregnant, married, and don't find myself super sexy right now. I asked him if he was joking, thinking my boss might have one of his friends prank calling us it wouldn't be the first time, but the guy said no I am very serious I believe you are extremely sexy. I then said that he must be mistaken, I was thinking he must have mistaken me for one of the other 2 girls who are thin and pretty that work with me. He then said "you're the pregnant one aren't you?" I said "Yes the pregnant and married one" He then expressed disappointment when I said "married", he said that he didn't notice that I was and that if it didn't work out.... I didn't let him finish that sentence and said well it's been working out for about 5 years but I thanked him for making my day.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that even at 7 months pregnant I can still turn someones head who is not married to me. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand what kind of guy would want to date a very pregnant girl who is expecting someone's child and will be preoccupied by that child in near future. I guess at least me pregnant means I put out or something lol That's the only conclusion I could come up with hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-8196920146263209515?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/8196920146263209515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=8196920146263209515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/8196920146263209515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/8196920146263209515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-friday.html' title='Last Friday'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-3366980282135581530</id><published>2007-11-21T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T13:40:55.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthing A-Z</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because I am terrified of Labor and Delivery part of the pregnancy my husband was sweet enough to offer to go to birthing classes. This made me feel much better and help me include him into the pregnancy, so I don’t feel like I’m doing this all alone. The classes are provided by the same hospital that I found my wonderful OBGYN and where we are going to have the baby, this makes it easier as when we ask a question about a certain something that differs from hospital to hospital we get the answer of what it’s like in our hospital. The classes are taught by a Labor and Delivery nurse named Michael. In conjunction to being an L &amp;amp; D nurse she also had 2 of her own children so she is a perfect fountain of knowledge from both perspectives; the patient and the nurse. So far we’ve gone 3 times and we learned a lot about relaxation techniques and the timeline of birth this is most helpful, but most helpful class was this last Thursday, because we talked about medication aka epidural. Because I’m a big wuss I’m definitely going to ask for epidural so I wanted to know how it happens what is required and how soon or late I can ask for one. I was saddened to find out that even with epidural you still feel “the ring of fire” that’s when your skin around your vagina stretches to expand to the size of the baby’s head and shoulders. We have 2 more Thursdays to go to these classes and we’re going to be able to take a tour of the birthing ward and the last class will be on breastfeeding. I am happy about the breastfeeding as I am planning on doing that if I am able to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-3366980282135581530?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/3366980282135581530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=3366980282135581530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/3366980282135581530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/3366980282135581530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2007/11/birthing-z.html' title='Birthing A-Z'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-5060276039796402814</id><published>2007-10-10T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T18:04:34.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch, my insides!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/Rw12nVI6J2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/n9F7lUDBMPM/s1600-h/PickyPicky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/Rw12nVI6J2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/n9F7lUDBMPM/s400/PickyPicky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119878769451607906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I am 1 week away from 6 months mark I am feeling the kicking and my uterus is stretching and hurting. I feel beat up most of the time now. At least I started to gain my weight back I'm still 3lb shy of my original but it's much better then being 10lb shy. This after noon top of my belly was hurting so much I had to sit down for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Monday we had our 23 week check up, but my regular OBGYN couldn't be there he's on vacation. I personally like that, because it means that he will not be on vacation when I'm due (: We had a different Dr. fill in for him, she was a darling sweet woman. I'm starting to think that OHSU hospital hires people like Disney does. You know, only the ones who are able to smile and be super nice to everyone no matter what. I asked her about the Choroid Plexus Cyst. When I finished my question she said "Oh, honey it's most likely that it isn't even there anymore" I still asked to make the appointment for the second Ultra Sound so we can be sure. So we set it up for Nov 8th Please pray for me and my baby girl so everything will look good this coming Ultra Sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the only worries I have are setting up the baby room! I can't make a decision on the shade of pink I want :( I did buy this cutest picture of a boy picking his pants it is super cute. It's the same as the pic on this post. Isn't it darling? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-5060276039796402814?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/5060276039796402814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=5060276039796402814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/5060276039796402814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/5060276039796402814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2007/10/ouch-my-insides.html' title='Ouch, my insides!'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/Rw12nVI6J2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/n9F7lUDBMPM/s72-c/PickyPicky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-4363033768322587562</id><published>2007-09-14T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T18:53:55.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pregnancystore.com/images/Mommy%20Loves/girlSquare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.pregnancystore.com/images/Mommy%20Loves/girlSquare.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had the "Big Ultra Sound", not sure if that's what is called the initial Sonogram or if that's the Sonogram (Level II)... But overall experience was awesome the technician was talking and joking with my husband and I and we counted all the fingers and all the toes together like we're back in pre-school, We found out we're having a baby girl... !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for not so great news....&lt;br /&gt;She said that she couldn't quite see the head as it was way too low in my uterus and that she thinks my cervix might be too short so she's going to need to go in vaginal to make sure that the cervix is not too short or something of that sort. She pushed and pressed on my belly for a while and the whole time she was looking at the head of the baby... after a bit she said that my cervix is just way too curved and she needed a dr. to make sure she's seeing what she's seeing. She asked the attending dr. to come in. They both looked around some more.  After he was done she told me that he'll be back to discuss our pictures. We waited for about 20min in that room texting everyone we know that we're having a girl.&lt;br /&gt;After he came back he asked me to lie down again and showed us the Choroid Plexus Cyst. He explained that back in the day this was considered a very bad thing and how all these people use to think that it causes these facial deformations and other deformities, but now that Ultra Sounds are so advanced they seem to think it doesn't have much to do with that, yet there is still some risk even if it is under 1%. And because there are no other indications he told me that I don't need the Amniocentesis as it's such a minor thing that he wouldn't even have mentioned it, but that he had to so that we are not surprised if my regular OBGYN would mention it. He said that the risk that Amnio test bares with it is much worse then the risk of something that has an under 1% chance.&lt;br /&gt;My husband looked me in the eye and said that he's not worried about it. He said that he is more worried that he is going to have to fend off boys when the time comes. So not to seem neurotic I passed it as if though it didn't worry me ether, but on the inside I was shaking. That is why I spend the whole night searching the net about these Cysts. I did find a lot of reassurance on Several boards but I can't stop worrying. Sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-4363033768322587562?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/4363033768322587562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=4363033768322587562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/4363033768322587562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/4363033768322587562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s A Girl!'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-1792613240335805809</id><published>2007-08-12T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T23:17:50.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>The pregnancy is really hitting me now. I did luck out by not having morning sickness, but I am always too tired to do anything. I get so worn out by the smallest tasks, and that makes me feel old and frail. I feel as though I've become boring (: if that is possible with me (: I'm so excited for all the things to come with the baby and all, but I wish it had just poped out and was already here... Only 14 weeks in and I'm all ready to be done with pregnancy... You guys think I'm jumping the gun a bit? lol Well just saw that I haven't updated my blog in a while so I thought I would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-1792613240335805809?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/1792613240335805809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=1792613240335805809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/1792613240335805809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/1792613240335805809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-3135143749420537076</id><published>2007-07-06T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T01:28:11.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Prenatal Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/Ro39AyCOoMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIRvqoFNxtM/s1600-h/Baby+9+Weeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/Ro39AyCOoMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIRvqoFNxtM/s400/Baby+9+Weeks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083997744244105410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search and you will find it. I was looking for a place that would take care of me. After the "First Visit" horror I tried one more place called Women's Health Clinic and found that they treated their patients with same disgust as at Tuality Clinic. Because the receptionist was already rude to me on the phone, I ended up canceling the appointment before she even had the chance to put in in the computer. Now next place I called had changed the way I look at medicine today. They were courteous, polite, helpful and I was not even a patient with them yet. The call that I made, was made to OHSU, Oregon Health &amp;amp; Science University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple seconds on the phone with them, I was sure this was the place. I made the appointment for July 5th. Couple of days before the appointment they sent me a folder with paperwork I needed to fill out and directions to their office from 6 different directions around Portland, OR area. This was wonderful because if you ever have been to Portland, OR you'll know they love their One Way streets and you can never find a way to return to the same street you made a wrong turn off. I arrived about 30 min early as I was curious to see this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After parking my car I proceeded to the 7th floor Women's Health Department, side note #7 is my favorite number this info is of no importance only added to my pleasure. I entered into a large and I mean large waiting room with a huge balcony and a garden on that balcony with the view of Columbia River and the other side of Portland, OR. To the right of the huge balcony  I saw a gondola that leads to their other building near Waterfront Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking in with the receptionist 30 min too early I didn't have to wait too long they took me in with in 5 min after my arrival, even though it was way too early for my appointment time.  The nurse I had was wonderful. Her name is Gia and  she was sweet, understanding, and as excited about my baby as if it were her nice or nephew. She explained every procedure they preformed so I would understand why it was happening. This was exactly what I needed as this is my first pregnancy and I have no knowledge other then the horror stories from aunts and friends and such. I received just as wonderful treatment from the Dr. Eilers as well. All in all it was one of the best health visits I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also had a couple gadgets not every place has, like the ultra sound for 9 week old baby! I didn't only hear my baby's heart beat I also got to see it on the screen! Yes I got pictures. (: That ultra sound had also revealed that my actual due date is February 6th and not January 20th as was estimated before. And they are trying to go paperless to save our trees, so everything was entered into the computer right away and is available for my viewing pleasure online through this nifty "My Chart" program. This program will also have all the lab results when they come in and everything about my visit period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion if you live in Portland, OR area and looking for a woman's health clinic, OHSU is the only place to go! I am to come back in 4 weeks for my next appointment and I actually can't wait to go back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-3135143749420537076?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/3135143749420537076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=3135143749420537076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/3135143749420537076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/3135143749420537076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-prenatal-visit.html' title='First Prenatal Visit'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/Ro39AyCOoMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIRvqoFNxtM/s72-c/Baby+9+Weeks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-3962416745218548518</id><published>2007-06-19T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T16:49:42.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Visit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well I don't even know how to start on this one, so much to say. Even though medicine is practiced as a business here in US, customer service (you know when the sales person is nice and polite to you) is not included in this business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;First of all when I was given the card at Tuality Clinic on &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;T.V. Hwy&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; I was not told that that was a card for a doctor who is not practicing at that building or even on that same street. So I come to my appointment 5 min early at 10:55am just to find out that I have to race across the city to attend that specific office of Tuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I called ahead to let them know that I will be late for the appointment because of the misunderstanding that took me to the wrong office. She put me on hold for 5 minutes to ask the attending Dr. if it's alright for me to be 10 min late. It's 10 minutes lady not like you're not going to make me sit in the waiting area for another 15 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;When she finally comes back to me she informs me that they like to have their patients 15 min early to fill out the paper work. Now they already sent me the paper work in the mail and I already had filled it out so that there was confusing info for me. Then she asks about the paper work that they sent me and when I inform her that yes I do have it filled out and with me and that I'm only about 5 min away from their location. After a long pause she goes "I guess we'll go ahead and see you today". I'm sorry what kind of person would feel wanted and appreciated as a money source to this kind of invite to their office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I guess I'm an overpowering person or something of that sort, but I don't like being treated like that so I let her know. I said "Listen hon. I don't understand that kind of customer service, if you guys don't want me as a patient I will reschedule with another clinic, I am however on the way to your clinic right now, but if that's a problem you let me know." To what she took another long pause and said "I guess we'll see you when you get here".  What!?!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;We end up going up the office to find it completely empty of any other patients. I mention it to the receptionist as I am guessing that she was lady on the phone with me 2 minutes before. As I predicted we wait another 15 min in the waiting area before we are called into the room. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;On the way to the room they stop by the bathroom for additional pregnancy test, even though I have turned in a paper “proof of pregnancy” that I got from their other location. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway I don’t mind I’ll pee again, it is not the most comfortable thing to do not in your own bathroom, but I’m a tough chick (:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;When in the room I ask the nurse if pep exam will be necessary as I’m not due for one until about Oct. To what she just says I’ll have you talk to the Dr yourself. She proceeds with other questions that I already have answered on the paper work I gave them earlier, what makes me wonder what they did with that paperwork in the first place. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;After the nurse leaves another one comes in. First thing she says when she walks in is: “So I hear you guys get lost and were late for the appointment?” Well I’m glad they all talk amongst themselves about their patients. Makes me feel real safe to open my legs in front of this nurse precisionist, Yeah Right! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;She informs us that the Dr will not be seeing us today but she will do the pelvic exam and swab. I inform her that I don’t want anything meddling in there this early in the pregnancy and wish to do it next appointment. As my mom had advised me in case of them messing something up it’s easier on the fetus later in pregnancy then 9 weeks. The nurse lets us know that they’re not even going to take my blood and check weather I am anemic unless I’m willing to let her mess with my crotch this very appointment. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I already feel uneasy here because of the way I was treated earlier by the receptionist and now they will not even do what is good for my health because they must do a pep exam to all new patients. I already was thinking that I will be going to a different clinic after this, but now it is for sure. I am not going to let them mess with my private parts so they can talk about it amongst themselves. And then I’m sure when I go the other clinic they are going to want their own pep exam so I told her. “Well never mind then we will have to reschedule.” I walked out without rescheduling. There is no way I’m coming back to this office where they treat me so. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;That was my First Visit. Beware all new moms to be if you feel uncomfortable you don’t have to stay. Find a place where they will treat you with respect and want you to be their patient. Demand high end service. It is after all this is MY FIRST BABY! Treat me like a person.  I want to have a happy and exciting First Pregnancy! Time of Magic and Changes not judging nurses and receptionists.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-3962416745218548518?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/3962416745218548518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=3962416745218548518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/3962416745218548518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/3962416745218548518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-first-visit.html' title='My First Visit.'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-2317794130952536991</id><published>2007-06-17T01:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T01:08:16.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I stayed up way too late last night and had to open this morning. It was not pretty. I was so tiered I kept thinking that if I could just set my head down on my arms on the counter I would be ok. But no time to do that. So when Bill got there I had to get out of there so I could go home and take a nap. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I did get home eventually as I meet my husband in a store to pick up a couple of things. I ended up falling asleep around six in the evening and woke up at eleven. Now what? I'm not tired anymore but it's dead of the night. So I'm just lying in bed surfing the net. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-2317794130952536991?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/2317794130952536991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=2317794130952536991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/2317794130952536991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/2317794130952536991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2007/06/super-tired.html' title='Super Tired'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-2365725162894207901</id><published>2007-06-16T02:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T04:13:14.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big News</title><content type='html'>So for quite a while now my wonderful husband has been talking about having children. At first I was putting off the thought as much as possible, as I was and still am terrified of the birthing pains and actual raising of the child. It became harder to put off the thought, as my four sisters and my mother and Kathy (mother in-law) were all singing the same song as my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a couple of times when I missed my period and was forced to pace back and forth in my bathroom while waiting for the blue line not to show up. And those three minutes in the bathroom I would imagine myself in pain of birth and all the hoopla that goes with that to the point of hyperventilating. I can do that to myself it's a gift. But the dreaded blue line would not show up and all would be well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March I visited my old town for a friend’s wedding, who was pregnant at her wedding, and so was one of the bride’s maids. I also visited two of my High-School best-friends, Holly and Beth. Both have one child each. Beth has a daughter Katie whom I believe is 3 years old. Holly has a son Riley who at the time was just a couple of months old. Due to Holly's son being that young Beth and I went to Holly's house instead of meeting some place. When we got there the apartment was warm and smelled of baby powder and baby wipes. Beth snatched Riley from Holly's hands and I was able to give her a hug. Like in the old days we started chatting away about this and that mostly about Holly giving birth as I wanted to know everything from someone of my age who would not sugar coat it for me and would also not scare me. Also this was someone I was not afraid to ask embarrassing questions. Beth also pitched in about her birthing experience and how she wants another baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the trip and the visit with Holly and Beth, I did some thinking. I came to a conclusion that: I am still terrified of birthing pains, but there was epidural. I still am terrified of epidural not going well, but they have perfected it over the years to a very good percentage. I was still not excited about getting even bigger then I am in weight, but I was truthful with myself that I will never like my weight. My parents are not getting younger and I would definitely want them to know their grandchildren before they leave us on this earth, even though I imagine my parents living forever. I know I want a family and even though adoption is a noble thing to do and is so wonderful for people, I don't think I can love some ones child as much as I would my own. So once I have weighed everything out I thought to myself that it might be time after all. Still I would not announce to everyone of my secret decision to myself that I would allow myself get pregnant, or it would become way too real and scare me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This decision came to exist around March 21st, at the store I was managing at the time called Tannasbourn. I thought to myself I have a couple of months before Fathers-Day and how wonderful would it be to tell my husband, who nonstop bugged me about having kids that he would be a dad on the very day that celebrates dads. I also thought it would be quiet a gift for my father as well. (Yea I know I'm cheap on gifts hehe) So I thought to myself that I am not going to actively try to get pregnant, but I also will not do anything to prevent it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't keep it a secret decision for long, as I thought my Fathers-Day reveal was such a clever idea. I told my sister Lena about it, who that that it was a clever idea after all. I liked how she thought I was clever so I told a couple more people. It became more and more exciting for me. But when I told one of my male co-workers about my "Fathers-Day reveal" idea he said something that made me wonder if my husband would appreciate not knowing and not being part of the process off the bat. So I had to ask him in a discrete way as to how he would feel. So one night after work I asked him if he would be mad if I told my sister first if I ever got pregnant. I did not anticipate his response. He was actually offended that someone else would know before him. That put quiet a dent on my clever idea and I was no longer sure if I wanted to do that anymore. Still I thought it as a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around May 18th I was waiting for my period, it was never regular so I was not surprised that it didn't arrive on the very day I thought it might. But when the 23th of May rolled around I thought it was quiet time by now. So I bought 2 pregnancy tests, and used one right at work, it was negative. So I saved the second one for later and didn't think about it until May 26th my sister whom I keep telling things (: forced me to buy 2 digital pregnancy tests. You're suppose to wait to do it in the morning, but she just wanted me to do it right there and then. So I did it and gave it to her without a second thought. So I was pretty surprised when she ran into my game room all excited screaming and yelling it's positive it's positive. She forced me to do it again with the second test so I did and it said "Not Pregnant". My sister was not satisfied with such results and forced me to use the test I had bought on the 23rd and it also came back negative. Still I felt the first test needed to be explored further so that Monday May 28th I went to local clinic to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find my insurance card so I had to call my husband to get the information. He wanted to know why I need my insurance information; I rushed him off the phone by talking to the lady at the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting in the waiting area I played bejeweled on my phone. Not that long after I signed in, my name was butchered by the nurse and I knew it was truth time. After the test they led me back to the room where they left me alone. In this bright room with stir ups and a sink, all of a sudden I was struck with my original phobia of the pain of birth and I remembered those times in the bathroom before my decision. I felt light headed for a second there I thought I was about to faint. I caught myself with my right arm and it felt like when you wake up from a dream in which you were falling. It seems the nurse took forever to come back with the results. There was finally a knock on the door and she came in. She said "Yes you are pregnant", and she looked me right in the eyes. I quickly figured out that here in US they try to figure out if the child is wanted from the beginning so I put on a wide smile and said "Awesome, I’m going to need some names of doctors” She informed me that they would have this information for me before I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After receiving the information, I went to my car. When I started it I felt in a haze, I even thought to myself if I should drive. I took a deep breath and pulled out of the parking lot. The phone rang again it was my husband whom wanted to know if everything was OK. I told him that yes everything is fine and that I would talk to him at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got home he came in with that look on his face that told me he knew I was up to something, so right there and then I decided to tell him that he is going to be a dad. But because he was guessing this very thing while he was driving ever sense I asked him of our insurance information, he wasn’t as surprised as I imagined him be. But that was the BIG NEWS for me. And surprisingly to myself I Fell Happy about it, even though I still get in my hyperventilating when thinking about giving birth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-2365725162894207901?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/2365725162894207901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=2365725162894207901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/2365725162894207901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/2365725162894207901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2007/06/big-news.html' title='The Big News'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-8141802028220163421</id><published>2007-05-21T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T12:45:03.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heather Weekend</title><content type='html'>Yes as you may have guessed I finally dragged Heather out here. Pat and Heather came down on Saturday with their Yellow lab: Mattie. Lena brought Max over and the two of them played all day it seemed they were never going to get tired.&lt;br /&gt;We took the dogs and went to nearby park and walked around there for a while. After we went to Henry Winehearts restaurant it was nice. Our poor waitress had lost our order so they took off some items off the bill. All in all it was a wonderful weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-8141802028220163421?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/8141802028220163421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=8141802028220163421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/8141802028220163421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/8141802028220163421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2007/05/heather-weekend.html' title='Heather Weekend'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-8401983881867544899</id><published>2007-05-03T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T02:52:14.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calendar Girls</title><content type='html'>I had finally watched that wonderful movie "Calendar Girls". I absolutely loved it, and it gave me an idea. It might be self absorbed and generally bad idea. Still I am thinking I want to see if I can do it. I want to make a calendar for my husband. It could be for his Birth Day in June or even as far away as Christmas. Yes I'm thinking thirteen nude, not naked, pictures of me. One for each month and one for the cover. They most defiantly have to have been done tastefully. Just an idea at this point but who knows, I might make it happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-8401983881867544899?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/8401983881867544899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=8401983881867544899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/8401983881867544899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/8401983881867544899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2007/05/calendar-girls.html' title='Calendar Girls'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-2658055499984810460</id><published>2007-04-28T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T14:50:35.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Night</title><content type='html'>So I had some people over from work and we got super trashed. Needless to say I am not feeling so hot right now. It was all in good fun. I finally got Chad and Maggie together in one room so they could get to know one another. I think they could be a great couple. Operantly I must report to Michelle all about that. She would have had a blast if she were to come with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-2658055499984810460?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/2658055499984810460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=2658055499984810460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/2658055499984810460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/2658055499984810460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2007/04/party-night.html' title='Party Night'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-2755829757435898751</id><published>2007-04-24T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T02:59:16.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Just Love Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/Ri3U6irUu0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wUKbVNFNUDU/s1600-h/ChrisAndEmmy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/Ri3U6irUu0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wUKbVNFNUDU/s400/ChrisAndEmmy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056932058812955458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris will be a wonderful father. He loves kids and they love him back. Isn't he so cute with my little cousin Emmy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-2755829757435898751?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/2755829757435898751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=2755829757435898751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/2755829757435898751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/2755829757435898751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2007/04/kids-just-love-him.html' title='Kids Just Love Him'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H9byi5JtdSc/Ri3U6irUu0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wUKbVNFNUDU/s72-c/ChrisAndEmmy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-9133445765554011106</id><published>2007-04-22T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:34:12.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothingness</title><content type='html'>Not a whole lot happen today. Chris came back from Wenatchee. We made up for lost nights from the weekend today after what we took a nice evening walk around the neighborhood. Every time Chris goes to Wenatchee I miss him. I feel like my right arm had fallen asleep and I can't feel it (if he were my right arm). Is that weird?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-9133445765554011106?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/9133445765554011106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=9133445765554011106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/9133445765554011106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/9133445765554011106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2007/04/nothingness.html' title='Nothingness'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-8559971730457062023</id><published>2007-04-20T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T20:55:16.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Talking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Last Night I went to bed after Chris had already been asleep for a bit and I kissed him... to what he said "your lips are like eating candy"... for a second there I thought that I woke him up, but no he just rolled over into a more comfortable position and kept on sleeping. It was super cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-8559971730457062023?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/8559971730457062023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=8559971730457062023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/8559971730457062023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/8559971730457062023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2007/04/sleep-talking_20.html' title='Sleep Talking'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-1133923164691486652</id><published>2007-04-20T20:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T20:54:54.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well Everyone I has been 5 Years sense Chris got my Car Impounded... for those of you who don't know that's when we got married (:&lt;br /&gt;Chris is so wonderful he did so good for this anniversary! He Reserved a weekend on the Rockaway beach for the two of us in a two room motel with a Jacuzzi and a mirror over a king size bed. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(I'm telling you all must try the mirror over the bed super fun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We had breakfast at Tillamook cheese factory café it was awesomely good. We had our dinner at Pirate's Cove it was very good even though it was spendy. We watched sunset over the ocean on the beach. We sat in the Jacuzzi forever and drank sparkling cider (trying to stay away from the good stuff).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On the last day my sister and her boyfriend came down too and we went along the highway 101 up north towards Seaside stopping at view points taking awesome pictures, we even climbed on to a near by hill to a great picture spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Seaside&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; we got matching hoodies. Chris' says "Nadya's Man" and mine was suppose to say "Chris' Girl" but the guy messed up on the first one and it says "Chris' Grill" and the second time he did it I thought he did it right but when I came home the second hoodie says "Chirs' Girl" So we'll have to go and get it redone but it is pretty funny that they would mess up on such short English words lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We also did an Old West pic. It was awesome fun. My sister and her boyfriend ended up doing the Flapper and a gangster pic. Witch was also loads of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love him He's been such a sweetie for 5 years I love you hon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-1133923164691486652?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/1133923164691486652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=1133923164691486652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/1133923164691486652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/1133923164691486652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2007/04/5-years_20.html' title='5 Years'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-6952057093272708679</id><published>2007-04-20T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T04:54:06.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Introduction</title><content type='html'>Generally happy gal. Married at age 20 to a wonderful guy named Chris Klein. I love his name. I believe that I do in fact have a perfect marriage just like those guys Sue and Ed http://www.perfectmarriage.co.uk/ I love their little blog, but even that one I have to read in parts or it's so sweet and perfect that it almost makes me sick. Having said that I believe that I do have that sickening sweet and perfect marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I are trying for a family. Our hopes are for 3 children or however many God will give us. Chris has come up with a name for a boy even though we both are hoping for a girl, yet we can not agree on a name for a girl, because we like them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a huge addict to a wonderful game called Guild Wars. I have a great circle of friends within the game and even some are friends in real life not just in the game. I spend most of my free time on there. I still like to cook hang out at the beach or simply watch a movie with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have four sisters whom I am very close to. They are all younger then I. Two have boyfriends. Their names are Yelena, Olga, Nataliya and youngest Alla. Alla tells people to pronounce her name like the god Allah. She's so cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-6952057093272708679?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/6952057093272708679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=6952057093272708679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/6952057093272708679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/6952057093272708679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-introduction.html' title='My Introduction'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-111208311272536174</id><published>2005-03-28T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T23:58:32.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi5</title><content type='html'>Just Became A Member Of Hi5 It's Simular To Blog Only It Concentrates On Web Of People Who Are Friends And They Put Them In Seporate Networks. It's Pretty Cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-111208311272536174?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/111208311272536174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=111208311272536174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/111208311272536174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/111208311272536174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2005/03/hi5.html' title='Hi5'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-110923581143084000</id><published>2005-02-24T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T15:10:07.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old wives Tales - Superstition</title><content type='html'>&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Palms Itching&lt;/span&gt; - if it is the Right one you are going to meet someone new, the Left one you are going to come into money, But if you scratch the itchy palm until it stops itching then it will not happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Burning Ears&lt;/span&gt; - Right one someone is talking good about you, Left one someone is talking bad about you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ringing Ears&lt;/span&gt; - is someone is thinking about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spill Salt &lt;/span&gt;- throw a dab over your left shoulder or you will have bad luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Break a Mirror&lt;/span&gt; - If you see your reflection in one of the pieces 7 years of bad luck. If you clean it up without looking in to the pieces your luck won't change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Giving Knives As A Gift&lt;/span&gt; - always ask for a dime or they will have bad luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Giving Away A Pet&lt;/span&gt; - Ask for at least a penny or your pet will die with new owners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never Throw Away Bread&lt;/span&gt; - Or you will starve in near future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pimple On Tip Of Your Nose&lt;/span&gt; - Someone is in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Over Salting Food When Cooking&lt;/span&gt; - You are in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inflamed Taste Bud&lt;/span&gt; - You lie too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-110923581143084000?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/110923581143084000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=110923581143084000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/110923581143084000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/110923581143084000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2005/02/old-wives-tales-superstition.html' title='Old wives Tales - Superstition'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10106491.post-110552830271044108</id><published>2005-01-12T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T03:51:39.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Come To Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Just Started This Blog To May Be Remember Some Things That Come To Mind... Sometimes You Think Of Something Or Hear Something That You Want To Remember, But Of Course You Never Do... So Hopefully I'll Use This More Often Then I Think I Will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10106491-110552830271044108?l=ladynadya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/feeds/110552830271044108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10106491&amp;postID=110552830271044108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/110552830271044108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10106491/posts/default/110552830271044108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladynadya.blogspot.com/2005/01/things-that-come-to-mind.html' title='Things That Come To Mind'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08995325492374916353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://a26.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_8970ef68efc90aaa0a7ee23a73077b89.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
