<?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-8668445346374522623</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:43:56.465-04:00</updated><category term='Chia Jesus'/><category term='vivaldi; flute; marching band; patriotic music; the star spangled banner; america the beautiful'/><category term='Oliver; singing; marching ravens; flute'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='marie antionette'/><category term='hair; daughter; salon; popular demand'/><category term='food; munchies; exercise; love'/><category term='mom-mom'/><category term='Hair; youth; daughter; salon'/><category term='weight loss; diets; gastric bypass; fad diets'/><category term='addiction; food'/><category term='bubblybeth; marching band; marching ravens'/><category term='cake'/><category term='chicken stew; Oliver; cold snowy day'/><category term='truth; weight; diet; exercise; munchies; toning; cardio'/><category term='Zachary'/><title type='text'>Bubbly Beth's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog about Bubbly Beth's everyday life.  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I lead a crazy life so you never know what will be on my blog!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-205557414604137475</id><published>2009-06-05T20:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:52:57.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 and It's Going Well!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok - so I've made it to Day 5 of "Get Fit After 40 Summer Challenge".  I'm feeling incredible!!!  I just have to vamp up the exercise.  I've managed to exercise 3 out of the 5 days.  For 2 days I exercised for 45 minutes and then today I've exercised for 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The program that I chose to follow is Richard Simmon's Foodmover.  I've got my foodmover set to "Blast Off".  I've done very well on "Blast Off".  I'm going to move up to the calorie card that coordinates with my weight after "Blast Off".  For those of you who don't know "Blast Off" is the first week and then you go to the calorie card that corresponds with your weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking though.  (I know - Uh-oh!!!  LOL)  I'm really in a great mindset this week about food and exercise.  I've been through this before and somehow always seem to lose touch with my mindset in week 2.  I'm trying to think how I can keep this awesome feeling and get to goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to stay focused!!!  I've got to get back to goal!!!  I have 83 pounds to lose!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas???  I'm open to ideas and suggestions!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all in advance for your thoughts, love and support!!!  I really do appreciate it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-205557414604137475?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/205557414604137475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=205557414604137475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/205557414604137475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/205557414604137475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-5-and-its-going-well.html' title='Day 5 and It&apos;s Going Well!!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-6340151455001248062</id><published>2009-06-01T01:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T01:00:00.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Fit After 40 Summer 15 Pound Challenge Begins!!!!</title><content type='html'>This is it!!!  Today is Day 1 of "Get Fit After 40 Summer 15 Pound Challenge"!!!!  I'm excited, nervous and scared all at the same time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited because this challenge is just what I need to help me lose some weight.  It gives me accountability, support and something to work toward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervous because what if I fail!!!  Will I let all the others participating in the challenge down?  Will I look bad if I fail??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared because I'm wondering if I can really do it.  I've tried to do it before in the last few months and after one week it all goes to the wayside.  Will it be the same this time???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to take the challenge one day at a time.  If I can't handle one day at a time I'm going to take it one meal at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for exercise - I'm going to remember how good it feels after I exercise to get me motivated to do it.  I do feel awesome after exercising and I sleep a whole lot better.  Exercise also keeps me motivate to eat right.  I feel like I'm doing something good for my body by exercise so I want to put good food into my body also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO - here it goes!!!  Day One of the challenge!!!  I'll let you know how it goes!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-6340151455001248062?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6340151455001248062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=6340151455001248062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/6340151455001248062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/6340151455001248062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/get-fit-after-40-summer-15-pound.html' title='Get Fit After 40 Summer 15 Pound Challenge Begins!!!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-5178345319837404942</id><published>2009-05-31T19:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:05:28.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for the "Get Fit After 40 Summer Challenge"</title><content type='html'>I've been very busy preparing both physically and mentally for the "Get Fit After 40 Summer Challenge".  I'm getting kinda excited about it.  I really want to lose this weight and this is the perfect way to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the refrigerator was stocked with all the fruits and veggies that I'll need for the first week.  Today I went to Walmart and bought a tape measure, a notebook to use as a journal and pens that go with the journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later tonight I'm going to take my measurements and record them in my journal.  I will also get my foodmover out and refamiliarize myself with it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - only a few more hours until the challenge begins!!!  Are YOU ready???  Bring it on!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-5178345319837404942?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5178345319837404942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=5178345319837404942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/5178345319837404942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/5178345319837404942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/preparing-for-get-fit-after-40-summer.html' title='Preparing for the &quot;Get Fit After 40 Summer Challenge&quot;'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-3733922211002632447</id><published>2009-05-31T11:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T12:03:19.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Workplace &amp; "Big Brother"</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot lately about workplace politics.  There are some things at my workplace that are going on.  Some are good, some not so much!!!  Well - when I was thinking I starting thinking about how workplace politics are a lot like the reality show "Big Brother".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the players - your coworkers.  One of the players in the HOH (head of household) - that would be your boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the players form alliances.   The HOH may like some and may not like others.  The alliances change from day to day, week to week.  The HOH tries to keep them all working together.  Then, the HOH may decide to get rid of one or some of the players or promote one or some of the players.  The players may decide to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, unlike "Big Brother" everyone lives happily (or unhappily) ever after!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda weird - but that's my though for the day!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-3733922211002632447?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3733922211002632447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=3733922211002632447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/3733922211002632447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/3733922211002632447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/workplace-big-brother.html' title='The Workplace &amp; &quot;Big Brother&quot;'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-7337990366346167644</id><published>2009-05-29T22:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:11:46.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hobbies</title><content type='html'>I was recently asked what my hobbies are.  I pondered this question and couldn't come up with anything.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life consists of family, work and EMS (emergency medical services).  I've been told by a few different people that I should have a hobby other than the things I've listed above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought about what I wanted to take up as a hobby.  I haven't really come up with anything that really catches my interest wildly.  My impression of a hobby is something that wildly catches your interest - something you love to do in your spare time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've explored quite a few options.  Reading, crocheting, knitting, crafts to name a few.  I also bought a Nintendo DS.  I thought that maybe this was a mindless gaming system that would wow me.  Although it is a lot of fun it's not something I find myself doing in every spare moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So - I'm still looking for a hobby.  Who would have thought that something as small as a hobby would be so involved???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-7337990366346167644?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7337990366346167644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=7337990366346167644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/7337990366346167644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/7337990366346167644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/hobbies.html' title='Hobbies'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-5415305822433166996</id><published>2009-05-28T21:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:42:31.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strive for 5 and the Summer 15 Pound Challenge</title><content type='html'>Ok - so I've made up my mind!  I have gained 80 pounds and it MUST go!!!  I have a plan and it goes into action soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine, Ang, has a challenge on her blog.  It's the Summer 15 Pound Challenge.  The challenge is to lose 15 pounds in the summer months (June, July and August).  That equals out to 5 pounds a month.  I am taking the challenge.  It will help to have some support and comraderie for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I figured that I would take the challenge one step further and call it Strive for Five.  That is - lose 5 pounds a month until this weight is gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do this by eating right and exercising.  I also realize that I am not perfect and bad days/bad eating decisions will happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow and easy wins the race!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Ang for this challenge!  I look forward to it!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-5415305822433166996?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5415305822433166996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=5415305822433166996' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/5415305822433166996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/5415305822433166996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/strive-for-5-and-summer-15-pound.html' title='Strive for 5 and the Summer 15 Pound Challenge'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-9095451388801806669</id><published>2009-04-16T19:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:17:57.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NREMT-B</title><content type='html'>Ok - so I got the results of the National Registry exam that I took yesterday. I checked and checked from the moment I got home yesterday until I found out at 1:00 this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - it's official. I passed my exam!!! I can now put NREMT-B after my name!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now nationwide baby!!!!! I'm sooooooooo excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok - now what can I study??? I'll have to work on that one. I'm thinking paramedic next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-9095451388801806669?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9095451388801806669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=9095451388801806669' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/9095451388801806669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/9095451388801806669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/nremt-b.html' title='NREMT-B'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-6480705357094073130</id><published>2009-04-15T20:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:12:59.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>National Registry</title><content type='html'>I just got back from taking the National Registry for EMT-B test.  I've studied hard for a long time for this test.  I felt like I had a long time to study but it came quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to the testing center 45 minutes early.  They tell you to get there 15 minutes early for the check in procedures.  I was way early but the employees at the center were glad because I was the last tester of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got there they asked me for two forms of identification, fingerprinted me (computerized), took my picture and had me sign a form.  I was then directed to put all my personal items - coat, wallet, etc - in a locker and to keep the key.  The only things I could take into the testing room were my driver's license for identification and the key to my locker.  I was then fingerprinted again, had to show my driver's license again and was led to my testing station.   I, in some ways, felt more like I had committed a crime and was being arrested instead of taking a test!!!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test was computerized.  I had 2 hours to complete the test.  There was no set amount of questions.  The computer was testing for competency.  I get a pass/fail not a number/letter grade.  I felt like the test was over too fast.  I had a time remaining counter on the computer screen and the test only took me 29 1/2 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like it was too short a test.  I text messaged a friend of mine who has just recently taken a National Registry test.  She said that generally if the test was short you did good.  I sure hope so!  I don't feel like I did very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will know my results within 2 business days.  I feel like I'll be on pins and needles until I find out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post and let you all know how I did when I get my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-6480705357094073130?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6480705357094073130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=6480705357094073130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/6480705357094073130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/6480705357094073130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/national-registry.html' title='National Registry'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-2946660416605584724</id><published>2009-04-15T15:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T15:48:48.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I see dead people.....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I got to go to cadaver lab.  I had never been before so I didn't quite know what to expect.  I had heard that the smell of formaldehyde was horrible.  I had visions of cadavers that would leave me screaming for the door!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well - it was none of that.  In fact, it was quite interesting.  I got to do and see things that I never would have seen had it not been for cadaver lab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to see the structures, up close and personal, of the airway.  I also got to feel them.  I now have a better idea of what I'm doing as an EMT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They let me intubate, insert a chest tube, do a surgical airway, insert an IO IV (IV into the bone), do a needle chest decompression and a whole lot more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am looking forward to more cadaver labs in the future.  I'm also going to see if I can set up observing an autopsy.  I'm sure I'd learn a LOT there!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-2946660416605584724?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2946660416605584724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=2946660416605584724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/2946660416605584724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/2946660416605584724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-see-dead-people.html' title='I see dead people.....'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-8619708618892003565</id><published>2009-03-23T18:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:22:59.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My to do list for LA</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I'm so close to leaving for LA!!!  I'll be leaving in less than 48 hours!!!  I've had off of work since Wednesday do I'm rested, relaxed and really not stressed about getting ready to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my to do list:  (in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;- Pack (everything organized and just needs to be put in suitcases)&lt;br /&gt;- Get eyebrows waxed and nails done (acrylics baby!)&lt;br /&gt;- Give myself a B-12 shot (have to do it every month - adding in an extra for LA)&lt;br /&gt;- Shave legs&lt;br /&gt;- Bathe Oliver (sounds easy to bathe a 7 pound chihuahua but he puts up a fight!!  LOL)&lt;br /&gt;- Check in and print boarding pass for my flight&lt;br /&gt;- Write a teaser email to Richard (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;- Go to the airport!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - there it is!!!  It's not that bad!!  I'm very relaxed!!  I'm also excited and a bit nervous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA - Look out!!!  Here come the Fab Four!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-8619708618892003565?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8619708618892003565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=8619708618892003565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/8619708618892003565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/8619708618892003565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-to-do-list-for-la.html' title='My to do list for LA'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-1887648800296380255</id><published>2009-03-17T19:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:15:15.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down the minutes until vacation!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm at work tonight.  I'm working 6pm - 6am.  This is my last shift for two weeks!!  That's right - I'm going on vacation!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week of my vacation will be spent catching up on some things that I got behind in because of work, family illness, and life in general.  On Friday I'm supposed to have jury duty (UGH!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then - I leave next Wednesday for my real vacation!  I'm going to LA!!!!!  I can't wait to spend some quality, fun, zany time with the Fab Four!!!  It's been a long time in coming.  I miss them all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; and can't wait to see them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - I'm counting down the minutes until 6:00am!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-1887648800296380255?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1887648800296380255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=1887648800296380255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/1887648800296380255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/1887648800296380255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/counting-down-minutes-until-vacation.html' title='Counting down the minutes until vacation!!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-2927869432289058518</id><published>2009-03-13T20:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:40:59.895-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Riverdance!</title><content type='html'>I have always wanted to go see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Riverdance&lt;/span&gt;.  I love Irish dancing and Irish music.  I'm 100% Irish - the red hair (natural) and green eyes are the give away!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night my dreams came true!  I went to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Riverdance&lt;/span&gt;!!!  It gets better!!  I had front row seats!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Riverdance&lt;/span&gt; last night far exceeded my expectations!!!  It was phenomenal!!!  It was awesome!!!  We were so close to the stage that we could see the tip of the drumstick that flew off during the drummers performance.  So close that we could see the hole in one of the dancers tights!  So close that we could have shaken hands with the performers during their curtain call!!  So close that when the fog machine was blowing we felt like we were in the fog!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only regret with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Riverdance&lt;/span&gt; is that this is their farewell tour.  I won't get to see it again.  Maybe, since it's so well loved, it will come back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED Riverdance!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-2927869432289058518?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2927869432289058518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=2927869432289058518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/2927869432289058518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/2927869432289058518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/riverdance.html' title='Riverdance!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-4465318318912173234</id><published>2009-02-28T20:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T02:48:51.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One amazing artist!!!</title><content type='html'>I have a very dear friend. She is very talented and makes amazing jewelry!! I love her jewelry and own a few pieces myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has an Etsy store online. Etsy is kind of like Ebay only it's for artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link for her store: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6944534"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6944534&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit her store and have a look! You will not be disappointed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-4465318318912173234?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4465318318912173234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=4465318318912173234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/4465318318912173234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/4465318318912173234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-amazing-artist.html' title='One amazing artist!!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-7077633250669968537</id><published>2009-02-09T21:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:57:09.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Allie's first day of school!</title><content type='html'>Well I talked to Allie this evening after her first day of school.  I asked her how she liked it and she said that it was really good!  She liked the other kids and the teacher.  When I asked if she was excited to go back tomorrow she said, very excited, "I get to go back tomano?".  When I told her yes she was extremely excited!!  Then she said "Mom-mom I have to get off the phone now.  I'm tired and I need to go to bed and get some sleep for tomano!".  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Princess Allie and I'm so happy you love school!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-7077633250669968537?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7077633250669968537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=7077633250669968537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/7077633250669968537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/7077633250669968537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/princess-allies-first-day-of-school.html' title='Princess Allie&apos;s first day of school!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-2495008399068474632</id><published>2009-02-08T21:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:26:10.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Allie goes to school!</title><content type='html'>My granddaughter, Allie, is now 5 years old.  It's hard to believe that she's 5 already!  She's grown up so fast!  She is a beautiful little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like just yesterday that my daughter told me she was pregnant.  Then Allie was born.  She captured my heart in the first few minutes of her life.  My daughter wanted me to be the first person, other than Allie's daddy, to meet her.  I remember my daughter calling me into the room and saying "Mommy - I want you to meet Allie Elizabeth Johnson!  Your granddaughter!".  I asked if I could hold her and my daughter said "Of course - you'd better!  She's your granddaughter and you need to spoil her!".  And spoil her I have ever since!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie is starting school tomorrow (Monday).  Allie is going to pre-school!  She will be starting kindergarten in September.  In the county that Allie lives in they suggest pre-school for all kids.  Allie just moved in December to her new house so pre-school it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie is both excited and nervous.  I'd expect both out of her in her new endeavor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck Princess Allie!!!  Mom-mom loves you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-2495008399068474632?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2495008399068474632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=2495008399068474632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/2495008399068474632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/2495008399068474632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/allie-goes-to-school.html' title='Allie goes to school!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-1525630850125494741</id><published>2008-12-21T23:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:47:28.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EMT-B - Finally!</title><content type='html'>I did it!!!!  I passed all portions of the Maryland State EMT-B written and practical exams!  I am soooo excited!! I am also relieved that it's finally over!  Now the fun begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't even been an EMT-B for 24 hours and I had to utilize the skills that I learned.  I was watching my grandchildren today.  Zachy is almost 2 years old and he is all boy!  I call him my bruiser!  He is very active and loves to run around like all little boys do.  He was running one way and I was walking the other way to go get him when he ran into me and bounced off of me and his head hit the corner of a table.  I tried to catch him but I wasn't fast enough.  I immediately picked him up and he buried his head in my shoulder and cried.  He cried for all of 15 seconds and looked up at me.  When he looked up I noticed blood above his right eyebrow.  I said to him "Gee - you're bleeding!".  He looked at me and laughed!  So I took him into the kitchen and cleaned the cut and held pressure on it to stop the bleeding.  It stopped bleeding fairly quickly and then I put ice on it.  Zachy put up with this for all of 10 seconds and then he was back to running around and laughing - normal Zachy!  His momma came home about 30 minutes later.  He was fine before she came home but I guess he was going to get all he could out of this one and started crying as soon as he saw her.  Of course he got sympathy from Momma!  Then Dada got home about 10 minutes later and he did the same thing with him!  He milked it for all it was worth!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end Zachy, Mom-mom, Momma and Dada were all fine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-1525630850125494741?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1525630850125494741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=1525630850125494741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/1525630850125494741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/1525630850125494741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/emt-b-finally.html' title='EMT-B - Finally!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-5053450652700377839</id><published>2008-12-12T21:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:04:06.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wings clipped - temporarily!</title><content type='html'>Ok - so I've had to postpone the fly along for Monday, December 15th.  When I made the arrangements for it I wasn't taking into consideration that this is the same week that I have my Maryland State Written and Practical exams for EMT-B.  This is a highly stressful time because of these tests.  I need all the time I can get to tie up loose ends with my EMT-B class and to study for the state exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that the last 4 months have all come down to this!  I can't believe that I made it through the class!!!  I have an all skills practice on Sunday and then the written exam on Wednesday and the practical on Sunday, December 20th.  I've got to pass!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be doing a fly along in January or February after things have calmed down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-5053450652700377839?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5053450652700377839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=5053450652700377839' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/5053450652700377839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/5053450652700377839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/wings-clipped-temporarily.html' title='Wings clipped - temporarily!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-1877114790983275751</id><published>2008-11-21T14:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:54:15.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm flying high now!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok - it's official!!!  I will be doing a fly along on our helicopter on December 15th!!!  I can't wait!!!  I will be flying along on a medical helicopter!!!  It will be soooo much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also get to bring along a camera.  The only thing I can't take pictures of is the actual patient.  As the flight nurse says - "Everything else is fair game!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I will be posting pictures after my fly along!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-1877114790983275751?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1877114790983275751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=1877114790983275751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/1877114790983275751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/1877114790983275751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-flying-high-now.html' title='I&apos;m flying high now!!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-4287787289484444414</id><published>2008-11-17T20:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:48:47.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I gotten myself into this time?????</title><content type='html'>I went to my friend L.'s housewarming party Saturday night.  I had an excellent time!  I've know L. for a long time.  We've worked jobs together (in fact we work together now) and I also belong to the same firehouse that she belongs to.  We are good friends.  She had some of her other friends there also and we all hit it off!!!  We are planning to have get togethers at least once a month.  We all agree that we want more friends but have the same thing in common - we can't find people to be friends with in our area that we really trust or want to be friends with.  This group of 5 women are good people.  (Nothing like the Fabs though!!!)  It will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were discussing what we wanted to do with our lives.  We are all also in EMS/Fire Dept. so we were sharing war stories and what we wanted to do to further our careers.  My friend L. said that in August she wants to take Firefighter 1 at the Fire Academy.  We were enjoying a bottle of wine (I only had one glass - I swear!!!  LOL)  She asked me if I would take Firefighter 1 with her.  So between sips of wine and before I knew it the words "Sure I will!  It will be fun!" came out of MY mouth! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I gotten myself into this time??  Am I crazy???  I always said that I didn't want anything to do with the firefighting side of the firehouse.  Now I'm taking Firefighter 1????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was discussing this with one of the support instructors in my EMT class.  He said that I will be fine.  He suggested that the only thing I need to do before I start is to work on my upper body strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - I guess it's official - I'm taking Fire 1 and will be a firefighter also!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-4287787289484444414?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4287787289484444414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=4287787289484444414' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/4287787289484444414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/4287787289484444414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-have-i-gotten-myself-into-this.html' title='What have I gotten myself into this time?????'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-3663964708765110735</id><published>2008-11-14T22:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:53:07.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Riverdance</title><content type='html'>I have always loved celtic dancing and celtic music.  I'm Irish through and through.  The red hair and green eyes are a dead giveaway - LOL!!!  I have also always wanted to see the stage production of Riverdance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well - my dream has come true!!  On March 12th, 2009 my friend S. and I are going to see Riverdance!!!  As if that's not exciting enough I managed to get us front row tickets!!!!!!  I am soooo excited!!!  March 12th can't get here fast enough!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worked hard the last few months and I deserve this!!!  I deserve to go and have fun!  This is my reward to myself for working hard and getting my EMT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-3663964708765110735?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3663964708765110735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=3663964708765110735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/3663964708765110735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/3663964708765110735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/riverdance.html' title='Riverdance'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-4294699283035882221</id><published>2008-11-13T02:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:40:53.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Results for Mod 4B</title><content type='html'>Ok - the results for Mod 4B are finally in!!!! I ended up with a 88% on the exam. I was happy with that. My average in the class is 92%. It went down 1% with this exam. The average grade in the class for this exam was 84% so I was above average!!!   My next exam and practical is November 20th.  It's on trauma!  Trauma is soooo much fun!!! You actually get to play and do things!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My partner and I have been voted by the class as "Most Likely To Pass The Maryland State Exam". I sure hope so!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ready for this course to be over. I'm getting tired!!! I work 3 days a week, go to class 2-3 days a week. The only day I have off is Saturday. I usually sleep all day Saturday. On Sunday I'm either watching my grandkids or have class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more month and it's over!!!! YEAH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-4294699283035882221?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4294699283035882221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=4294699283035882221' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/4294699283035882221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/4294699283035882221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/results-for-mod-4b.html' title='Results for Mod 4B'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-373717176190258215</id><published>2008-11-01T17:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:42:58.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Mod 4B exam and practical</title><content type='html'>As I posted before, I was supposed to take my written and practical exams for Mod 4B.  Well - we got to class and found out that the written test we were supposed to take was not left in our instructors mailbox.  The tests are written by the state, not by the instructor.  We are supposed to take the written on Tuesday now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did take the practical (skills) part of the exam.  My partner and I rocked it!!!  We were told that if we keep up like this we should have no problem with the Maryland State final exam!  I now have more confidence in my skills!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update on the written when I know more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-373717176190258215?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/373717176190258215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=373717176190258215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/373717176190258215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/373717176190258215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/update-on-mod-4b-exam-and-practical.html' title='Update on Mod 4B exam and practical'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-8172475213772529218</id><published>2008-10-31T17:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:25:27.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!!</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to say HAPPY HALLOWEEN to all my friends!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the ghosts and goblins get you tonight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO - candy corn is NOT a vegetable!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun and stay safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://webmail.aol.com/39598/aol/en-us/Mail/get-attachment.aspx?uid=1.21235847&amp;amp;folder=Inbox&amp;amp;partId=4" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-8172475213772529218?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8172475213772529218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=8172475213772529218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/8172475213772529218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/8172475213772529218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-3162030674731732892</id><published>2008-10-30T03:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T03:42:47.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mod 4b Exam</title><content type='html'>Tonight I have yet another exam and practical.  It's my Mod 4b Exam and practical.  It's the second half of Mod 4.  For some reason they break this mod into 2 parts.  There's a lot of information in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty confident going into this one.  I was going to study at work last night but it was crazy at work.  I will get some study time this afternoon before class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let you know how I did when I get the results (hopefully on Tuesday).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-3162030674731732892?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3162030674731732892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=3162030674731732892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/3162030674731732892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/3162030674731732892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/mod-4b-exam.html' title='Mod 4b Exam'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-539193877649881578</id><published>2008-10-24T10:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:08:24.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mod 4A Results!!</title><content type='html'>I got the results of my Mod 4A exam.  I got a 96%!!!!!!  That gives me an average of 93% in my class!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My partner and I did the Mod 4A practical (skills) exam and we passed it with flying colors!!  Some of the comments we got from our preceptor were "Great teamwork!" and "Very thorough!".  I was stoked!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take Mod 4B on Thursday October 30th!  I can do it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-539193877649881578?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/539193877649881578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=539193877649881578' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/539193877649881578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/539193877649881578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/mod-4a-results.html' title='Mod 4A Results!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-894295789773415066</id><published>2008-10-17T23:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:54:43.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mod 4A Exam</title><content type='html'>So I took my Mod 4A exam last night in my EMT-B class. I hope I'm not getting too sure of myself or too cocky by saying that I thought I did well on the exam and the exam was easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will know on Tuesday what my grade is on the exam. I also have a practical (skills) exam on Tuesday. For some reason practical exams make me nervous. I'm afraid I'll forget a step and fail. I'm told that during the class the practicals aren't about failing, they're about seeing what skills you know. I'm studying and practicing a lot for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to find out my grades!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-894295789773415066?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/894295789773415066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=894295789773415066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/894295789773415066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/894295789773415066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/mod-4a-exam.html' title='Mod 4A Exam'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-4921668121684956187</id><published>2008-10-12T18:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:41:31.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Results Are In!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I had an all day EMT class today.  Our instructor had told us that he wouldn't have the results for our Mod 3 exam until Tuesday.  Well - he fooled us all!!  He had our results today!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fretted over this exam and felt like I had totally bombed it.  I walked out of the classroom after taking the exam and felt like crying.  We were told to wait outside until everyone was done with their exam.  I was the second person outside.  Once other people came out and we started talking about the exam I felt somewhat better but still felt like I bombed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning our instructor called us each up to the front of the class individually.  He handed us a slip of paper that had the results of all of our exams and our average for the class.  I went to the front of the class and got my slip of paper.  I was afraid to look at it.  I sat down in my seat and my partner asked me what I got.  I told her I didn't know  because I was afraid to look.  She made me look.  I was shocked when I looked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got an 88% on my Mod 3 exam!!!  I didn't bomb it at all!!!  I have a 91% average in this class!!  I was sooo relieved and excited!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can now go talk to the chief of my fire station and start riding the ambulance to get my 5 ride alongs.  I would have gone tonight but I'm exhausted!  I will go up on Wednesday and start.  I can't wait!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok - Mod 4A exam is on Thursday.  Bring it on!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-4921668121684956187?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4921668121684956187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=4921668121684956187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/4921668121684956187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/4921668121684956187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/results-are-in.html' title='The Results Are In!!!!!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-8836621140718816026</id><published>2008-10-10T18:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T18:58:37.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I play with helicopters!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/SO_d6aSHRRI/AAAAAAAAABo/j7nN-oWAPp4/s1600-h/helicopter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255663285722105106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/SO_d6aSHRRI/AAAAAAAAABo/j7nN-oWAPp4/s400/helicopter2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/SO_dzvZMIlI/AAAAAAAAABg/sMFSbBoj72k/s1600-h/helicopter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255663171129844306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/SO_dzvZMIlI/AAAAAAAAABg/sMFSbBoj72k/s400/helicopter1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a part of my job I am sometimes required to help unload patients off of helicopters. I love this part of my job!!! It's a lot of fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We recently got a new helicopter at work. We call it the "Bumblebee" because it is yellow and black. I get to do a fly along next month on the "Bumblebee" and I can't wait!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-8836621140718816026?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8836621140718816026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=8836621140718816026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/8836621140718816026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/8836621140718816026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-play-with-helicopters.html' title='I play with helicopters!!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/SO_d6aSHRRI/AAAAAAAAABo/j7nN-oWAPp4/s72-c/helicopter2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-6097955436672523043</id><published>2008-10-09T23:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:47:30.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mod 3 Exam</title><content type='html'>Well tonight I took my Mod 3 exam in my EMT-B class.  This is the test that will determine whether or not I can get on the ambulance to get my 5 patient assessments done.  I have to take and pass Mod 3 before I can start my ambulance ride alongs.  I can't wait to get back on the ambulance even if it's only until I get my 5 assessments needed to pass this class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel good about this exam.  I came out of the exam feeling like I had failed it miserably.  I only need a 70% to pass and a 60% to be able to retest (anything below a 60% and you fail out of the class).  I don't feel like I passed though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a state written test and some of the questions were difficult to decide what they were looking for.  It's a 50 question test that is all multiple choice.  It was confusing.  I won't know until Tuesday if I passed or not.  I have a class all day Sunday and I was hoping that the instructor would have our results back by then but he said no.  The instructor said that if we don't get a phone call from him by Tuesday then we didn't fail the exam.  I'm hoping I don't hear from the instructor but I'm expecting that maybe I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just stressed out with things going on at home, work and this class.  Maybe I'm just over-reacting.  I sure hope so.  I'll let you all know when I get my results!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-6097955436672523043?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6097955436672523043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=6097955436672523043' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/6097955436672523043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/6097955436672523043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/mod-3-exam.html' title='Mod 3 Exam'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-6997942165488106385</id><published>2008-09-20T01:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T01:18:00.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Module 2 Exam</title><content type='html'>Whew!!! Mod 2 Exam is done and over with - Thank Goodness!!! I am taking a state run EMT course so the tests that we take are written by the state not by our instructor. Our instructor told us at the beginning of this course that Mod 2 and Mod 7 were rough tests. Boy - he wasn't kidding about Mod 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mod 2 Exam was a very poorly written test. Even our instructor said so. I left the exam feeling like I'd be happy just to pass. Passing is 70%. Any grade between 60% and 69% and you have to retest. Anything below 60% and you're thrown out of the class and can't retest. You can only retest two times (two different tests - not the same one) during the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to class on Thursday eagerly anticipating my grade. The instructor had told us that he would call us at home if we failed. I hadn't gotten a call so I knew I had at least passed - that's all I wanted. So at the beginning of class the instructor called us each up individually and gave us our grades. I got an 88%!!!! I got the second highest grade in the class!! I was soooooo happy with my grade!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - now on to Module 3!!! There are seven mods all together. Once I pass Mod 3 I can start riding the ambulance to get my 5 ride alongs that I need to pass this course! I can't wait to start riding the ambulance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok - on to Mod 3! That exam is on October 9th!!! Bring it on!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-6997942165488106385?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6997942165488106385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=6997942165488106385' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/6997942165488106385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/6997942165488106385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/module-2-exam.html' title='Module 2 Exam'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-7683024106320022982</id><published>2008-09-16T00:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T00:35:48.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mod. 1 - EMT class</title><content type='html'>Last week I took my first exam in EMT class.  It was our Module 1 exam.  I felt good after taking the exam.  I got the results from my exam on Thursday and my classmates all hated me!  I got the highest score in the class!!!  I got a 98%!!!  I only got one question wrong!!  I was stunned!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after we got our test scores we had to choose partners for the remainder of the course.  At this point everyone was my bestfriend!  I said "Wait - just five minutes ago everyone hated me and now everyone is my friend and wants to be my partner! LOL".  I had already chosen my partner at the beginning of the course (and she me) so it didn't matter anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I take my Module 2 exam.  I'll post and let you all know how I do there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-7683024106320022982?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7683024106320022982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=7683024106320022982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/7683024106320022982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/7683024106320022982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/mod-1-emt-class.html' title='Mod. 1 - EMT class'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-8398429161077014456</id><published>2008-09-16T00:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T00:30:43.446-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chia Jesus'/><title type='text'>Chia Jesus</title><content type='html'>It's been a rough couple of weeks for me.  I've been stressed out to the max.  I ended up taking a couple of weeks off of work because of the stress and to take care of my hubby.  Through all the stress this funny little thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby and I live with my mother-in-law.  She is a devout Catholic and, therefore, there is a crucifix in just about every room.  In the bedrooms the crucifix is placed over the bed.  Yes - there is a crucifix over my bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago my hubby was in the hospital.  I was tired and stressed out when getting home.  I went into our bedroom only thinking about going to bed.  Our bedroom is dusty and filled with my hubby's books and stuff.  He really needs to go in there and clean it out but keeps procrastinating about the task. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - back to the story.  I was getting into bed and looked at the crucifix above the bed.  I noticed that on top of Jesus's head was a lot of dust.  It looked like Jesus had a fuzzy head!!   A headful of fuzz!!  All I could do is stand there and laugh!  My immediate thought was "Oh - a Chia Jesus!".   I couldn't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes - I know that I am going to hell for this!  That's okay - I'll be in good company!  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-8398429161077014456?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8398429161077014456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=8398429161077014456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/8398429161077014456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/8398429161077014456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/chia-jesus.html' title='Chia Jesus'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-4953511437755822413</id><published>2008-08-28T02:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T02:15:45.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>EMT-B</title><content type='html'>WOW!  It's been a loooong while since I last blogged!  I didn't mean to go that long between blogs but I've been busy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see - I joined a fire house.  I am now a member of Orchard Beach Volunteer Fire Department.  I have some friends that are members there so I decided to join.  I really like it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also enrolled in an EMT-B class through the fire department.  Little did I know that this class was an accelerated class!  I have class two nights a week for three hours each night and two Sundays a month for six hours each!  I will have my EMT-B certification in December.  I take my written test on December 17th and my practical (skills) test on December 20th.  I've done it before so I know I can do it again!  It's just taking a lot of time with studying and attending classes.  I'm also working three twelve hour nightshifts a week, going to the firehouse once a week and trying to keep up with my family!  Poor little Oliver hardly knows his Mommy any more!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted and extremely busy but loving it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to blog again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-4953511437755822413?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4953511437755822413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=4953511437755822413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/4953511437755822413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/4953511437755822413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/emt-b.html' title='EMT-B'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-3531867973206122342</id><published>2008-06-29T00:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T00:23:26.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaela Marie</title><content type='html'>18 years ago today I gave birth to a baby girl.  She weighed 7 pounds 7 ounces and was 21 inches long.  She was born by cesarean at 8:37 am.  The very first time I saw her I knew she was mine.  I had to be put under general anesthesia for her birth so I saw her for the first time from the nursery window as I was being wheeled into my room.  I knew that she was mine because she had strawberry blonde peach fuzz on her head and she was fair skinned.  Nobody told her she was mine - I just knew!  I named her Kaela Marie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurses were wheeling her into my room for me to meet her and they stopped outside the door of my room.  I saw them all looking at her and laughing.  I wondered if there was something wrong with her.  Then they wheeled her in my room and I saw what they were laughing at.  She was sucking her thumb!  She had her thumb in her mouth and her other four fingers covering her face!  It was funny and cute!!!  When they handed her to me she smelled like a jelly bean!  So her nickname, when she was a little baby, was Jellybean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaela was always my risk taker.  She was that way during her pregnancy and is still that way today!  She is the one who at 9 months old, I went to the bathroom with the door open (around the corner from her) and she took a dining room chair, pushed it up to the buffet and climbed on top of the buffet and was dancing in front of the mirror when I came back (only about 30 seconds had gone by!).  She was always the one that would fall and scrape her knee and I would have to chase her to wipe the blood off so it wouldn't get on the carpet.  She would try anything and knew no fear.  She has made my heart stop more than once in her life!!!  That's part of what I love about her - she's quite the adventurer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaela has grown a lot over the years.  Today she has grown into a beautiful young woman.  Today she is officially an adult!  My baby - now all grown up!!  She has so many beautiful qualities about her.  Yes - she is still an adventurer, knowing no fear and wanting to experience all she can in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of her.  We've had some very hard times together.  There were times that I feared she would not make it but she has.  I love her spirit and her spunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaela was given to me at a very dark time in my life.  My mother died on July 13th 1989.  I fell into a deep depression and everything seemed dark in my life.  On October 27th, 1989 I found out I was pregnant with Kaela.  I felt that this was my mother's way of saying "Snap out of it and live your life!".  I know that I see and feel my mother's spirit in Kaela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaela is kind and caring - not wanting anything or anyone to suffer.  She is adventurous - always looking to explore the unknown.  She is hard working - she works 50-60 hours a week.  She is learning to be responsible - she owns her own car and has had the same job for over a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of my Kaela Marie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - Happy Birthday Jellybean!!!  I love you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-3531867973206122342?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3531867973206122342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=3531867973206122342' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/3531867973206122342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/3531867973206122342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/kaela-marie.html' title='Kaela Marie'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-303755754387847356</id><published>2008-06-28T01:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T01:39:32.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>EMT-B</title><content type='html'>Back in 1996, what I considered "The Stupid Years" I decided to join a fire department and obtain my EMT-B certification.  I worked hard and got that certification.  I had fun riding the ambulance and saving lives.  I loved the adrenlin rush I got when running a call! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2001, near the end of "The Stupid Years" I let my EMT-B certification expire.  I could have very easily recertified before it expired but it was during "The Stupid Years" and it expired.  I also quit the fire house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've worked in emergency medicine since 1996.  I've ridden the ambulance, I've driven the ambulance and I've dispatched.  I love being in the communications center.  My years of experience is what has landed me the job that I have now, the job that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a decision this week.  I've decided to join another fire department and take a class to get my EMT back.  My class starts on August 19th and meets twice a week for 3 months.  Then I have to take a written and practical certification test.  I will then be an EMT-B once again!  I can't wait to be voted in as a member of the Arbutus Volunteer Fire Department and be able to ride the ambulance again!  It will be soooo much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-303755754387847356?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/303755754387847356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=303755754387847356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/303755754387847356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/303755754387847356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/emt-b.html' title='EMT-B'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-7014761512577664844</id><published>2008-06-22T18:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:59:25.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Quarterback In Training...</title><content type='html'>Today I spent a few hours with the two biggest loves of my life - Princess Allie and Prince Zachy!!  They are sooo much fun and such beautiful children!!  I love to watch them play together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well - today I was watching them play.  Zachy went over to the front door and got Daddy's flip flops and was playing with them.  Zachy brought them into the living room where Allie and I were.  Allie grabbed one of the flip flops.  Zachy tried to grab it back.  They were having a tug of war with the flip flop!!!  Zachy let go of the flip flop, went behind Allie (she was sitting on the floor) and tackled her!!  There he was on top of her, tackling her for the flip flop!!  It was so funny!  I had to lift him off of her.  She finally gave in and gave him the flip flop!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think that we have a quarterback in training here!  He's quite the bruiser!!  No one got hurt in the tackle.  There was just a lot of squealing from Allie and laughing from Zachy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-7014761512577664844?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7014761512577664844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=7014761512577664844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/7014761512577664844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/7014761512577664844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/future-quarterback-in-training.html' title='Future Quarterback In Training...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-3857450950596944547</id><published>2008-06-19T04:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T05:04:33.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sibling Rivalry</title><content type='html'>Growing up my younger sister and I were close.  There were times, though, that we would try to get under each others skin and fight.  It was okay for us to fight each other but, God forbid, anyone else try to hurt one of us.  We would stick up for each other in a nano second.  We were the perfect image of sibling rivalry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandkids, Allie 4 1/2 years old and Zachy 17 months old, are learning the fine art of sibling rivalry.  Zachy knows how to push Allie's buttons and make her squeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Allie and Zachy's house they have a big flat screen television.  It has a big button right in the middle on the bottom that turns it on and off.  It at just the right level for Zachy to operate the television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie will be sitting on the couch watching her favorite television show (usually Sponge Bob Square Pants).  Zachy will be zooming around the house.  Zachy will run up to the television and stop and look at Allie and smile mischieviously.  Then he'll look back at the television and then back at Allie.  He will then push the button on the television, turning it off, turn and laugh at Allie and run.  Allie, of course, will squeal.  "HEY!  ZACHY!!!  NOOOOOO!!!".  This only makes Zachy  laugh more and do it more.  He always gets this devilish little grin on his face while doing this!  It's kinda funny to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, I'm sure, is only the beginning of sibling rivalry.  I'm glad I'm Mom-mom and can sit back and laugh at the antics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE being a Mom-mom!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-3857450950596944547?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3857450950596944547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=3857450950596944547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/3857450950596944547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/3857450950596944547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/sibling-rivalry.html' title='Sibling Rivalry'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-3485470683216372219</id><published>2008-06-17T19:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T19:49:03.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks</title><content type='html'>I love Starbucks!!!  I love their mint mocha light frappaccino.  I also like their iced carmel sugarfree latte.  Starbucks ROCKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Sunday (my birthday!!!), I picked my granddaughter Allie up from my daughter (Stefanie) at Stefanie's salon.  I felt that because it was my birthday that I deserved a mint mocha light frappaccino with chocolate whipped cream.  (YUMMY!!!) So after picking Allie up, Allie and I headed to a Starbuck's that was nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie had never been to Starbucks even though Stefanie loves Starbucks and probably has their menu memorized backwards and forwards.  I ordered my mint mocha light frappaccino and ordered Allie a strawberries and cream frappaccino.  Allie loved it!!!  Of course, I loved it too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Allie to my house.  She had finished her strawberries and cream and was playing with some stuffed bears.  There was a stuffed bear that was dressed up as a Ravens cheerleader.  Allied took the Ravens cheerleader bear and was playing with it saying "RAH! RAH! RAH!!!  GOOOOO STARBUCKS!!!".  I was on the floor laughing!  It was so funny and sooo cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day I took Allie back to Stefanie and the salon.  The first words out of Allie's mouth to her mommy were "Mom-mom took me to Starbucks!".  Stefanie looked and me and said "MOM!!  What did you get her at Starbucks?".  I said "I got her a large caramel frappaccino with a double shot of espresso!".  Stefanie was shocked!  "MOM!!!!"   I started laughing and told her that I had gotten her a strawberries and cream to which Stefanie replied "WOW!  I'll bet she loved that!  I never thought of getting her one of those!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in closing, out of the mouth of Princess Allie, "RAH! RAH!RAH!!!  GOOOOO STARBUCKS!!!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-3485470683216372219?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3485470683216372219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=3485470683216372219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/3485470683216372219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/3485470683216372219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/starbucks.html' title='Starbucks'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-4425209807009051191</id><published>2008-06-16T00:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T00:12:07.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oliver and "The Monster"</title><content type='html'>Oliver is my baby.  He is a seven pound bundle of fur that has wrapped himself totally around my heart!  He is a tan and white chihuahua.  He tries to act big and bad, barking at everything from St Bernard's to cats but sometimes surprises me with his fears.  Oliver also has a habit of being a vacuum cleaner on 4 paws.  He loves to go around eating fuzz off of the carpet.  I swear that one of these days I'm going to let him outside to do his business and a stuffed animal will come out of him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day my husband was doing some housework.  He was tidying up.  He went to the corner of the dining room and pulled out "The Monster".  Oliver looked at his daddy dragging "The Monster" and immediately cowered into Mommy's lap.  Daddy dragged "The Monster" upstairs and turned it on.  This sent Oliver reeling!!!  He kept looking up at the ceiling from my lap wondering what this noise was.  Then it happened!  The noise started coming down the steps.  Oliver cowered over to the steps and much to his surprise the loud noise was coming out of "The Monster"!!!  "The Monster" went into the front room and Oliver went to the opposite end of the house (the kitchen) and hid.  "The Monster" came closer to the kitchen and Oliver slinked by it and ran to the front room.  Finally "The Monster" was quiet.  Oliver came out from hiding and realized that "The Monster" was still out and Daddy hadn't put it away yet.  He sat behind the chair and watched as Daddy put "The Monster" back into it's place in the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day I was playing ball with Oliver.  I threw the ball and it landed near "The Monster".  Oliver cried until I went and got the ball.  He wouldn't go near "The Monster".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  I learned this week that the vacuum cleaner will from here on out be known as "The Monster" and that the big bad Oliver is afraid of "The Monster"!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-4425209807009051191?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4425209807009051191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=4425209807009051191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/4425209807009051191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/4425209807009051191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/oliver-and-monster.html' title='Oliver and &quot;The Monster&quot;'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-7136667384860376085</id><published>2008-03-26T01:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T01:35:07.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breast Cancer Awareness</title><content type='html'>Ok - so here goes my little public service announcement for all the women that I love and care for in my life and for those women reading this that I don't know but still care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breast cancer is a disease that unnecessarily takes the lives of a lot of women.  It can so easily be caught in the early stages and treated with a full recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being aware of the disease and taking steps to protect yourself is not very time consuming and easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do a breast self exam monthly.  If you aren't sure how to do one either google it on the internet or ask your doctor.  Also - go for a yearly mammogram after you turn 40.  I've had my mammogram this year - in fact I had it yesterday.  They are not horrible at all!  It's quick, easy and PAINLESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please love yourself!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-7136667384860376085?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7136667384860376085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=7136667384860376085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/7136667384860376085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/7136667384860376085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/breast-cancer-awareness.html' title='Breast Cancer Awareness'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-404655069969636549</id><published>2008-03-16T19:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:14:00.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Didn't Rain On My Parade!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today I marched in my very first parde with the Marching Ravens!!!  It was Baltimore's annual St. Patrick's Day Parade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This parade is a big deal  here in Charm City.  There were tons of people.  The cheering of the crowds was overwhelming at times.  I've never experienced anything like this before.  It was AWESOME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time.  I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to make it through the whole two mile parade route.  I should have had more faith in myself.  I made it with energy left over.  Maybe it was the adrenline rush I had going but I did it and I loved it!!  I'm tired and achy now but it was soooo worth it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do love being a member of the Marching Ravens!  I'm looking forward to our next event.  We have three parades on July 4th!!  That's right - a grueling three parades!  I can't wait though!  I'm told it's a ton of fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - in closing - Happy St Patrick's Day!!  May the luck o' the Irish be with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-404655069969636549?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/404655069969636549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=404655069969636549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/404655069969636549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/404655069969636549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-didnt-rain-on-my-parade.html' title='It Didn&apos;t Rain On My Parade!!!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-3893551648960131945</id><published>2008-03-12T03:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T03:20:57.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggers Block</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging to let you all know that lately I've been dealing with some pretty tough issues lately and have developed a case of "Bloggers Block".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issues are pretty much either under control or manageable at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to check back and I promise within the next few days I'll start blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your continued love and support!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-3893551648960131945?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3893551648960131945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=3893551648960131945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/3893551648960131945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/3893551648960131945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/bloggers-block.html' title='Bloggers Block'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-4429260017215091632</id><published>2008-02-29T00:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T03:05:15.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marching Orders!!!</title><content type='html'>Last night I had my audition with the Baltimore Marching Ravens.  Well - I made it!!  I am now one the newest members of the Marching Ravens!!!  Mark time mark!!!!  Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at the Baltimore Ravens Training Complex at around 6:30 on Wednesday night.  I had seen bits and pieces of it in the news and in the newspaper.  I didn't realize how huge it really was.  When I arrived I had to check in at the guard station.  My name was on the list so I was allowed past.  After I pulled away from the guard station I saw it!!  It was gigantic!!!  I had to stop my car!  I was in awe of the sight in front of me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that I had to go to the Field House.  I'm looking at the gigantic maze of buildings in front of me thinking "Where is the Field House?  Which building is it?".  I saw bright lights to the left of the building and decided to "Go toward the light!!".  LOL  I went toward the light and , sure enough, there I was at the Field House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went inside and just stood there with my mouth open and my eyes wide!!  There, in front of me, was a gigantic indoor football field.  I stood there thinking "Wow!  Ray Lewis has practiced here!  Todd Heap has practiced here!  Jamal Lewis has practiced here!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to the man that I recognized as the Marching Ravens president from his pictures.  He welcomed me and had me fill out some paperwork.  Then he had me go over to the uniform station and be fitted for my marching uniform.  I was thinking "Wow.  This man sure is putting a lot of confidence in the fact that I'll pass this audition!".  So - I got fitted for my uniform!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After uniform fitting, I went to another table and was issued a Shako (marching band hat) and a beret.  Then I was introduced to the man that was conducting the audition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when the nerves set in.  It was me, another girl who was auditioning for the flute line and the guy who was auditioning us.  He introduced himself (I was so nervous that I don't remember his name - LOL).  He then asked who wanted to go first.  The girl I was auditioning was a 15 year old girl who was probably more nervous than I was and she said "She can go first!" and pointed at me.  So I went first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me what I was going to play for him.  I told him I had three pieces ready.  He told me to just pick one.  I chose "The Star Spangled Banner".  I must say - I played it pretty well!  He stopped me after four lines.  That scared me.  I thought "Uh-oh!  He didn't even let me finish!  Was I that bad?".  He then had the other girl, Jessica, play her audition piece.  She was fantastic and he stopped her after 2 lines!  I relaxed a little bit after that.  Then the auditioner had us play some scales.  After we played our scales he congratulated us and sent us over to meet with the band president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to the band president, John, and he welcomed us to the Marching Ravens.  He gave us a little pep talk and then invited us to listen to the drum line and some of the brass sections that were rehearsing.  I must say - the Marching Ravens has an impressive drum line!!  They were awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to talk to Jessica, her brother and her father for a while.  I left the Ravens Training Complex feeling like I had accomplished something major!  I was excited and proud of myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have rehearsals every Wednesday night now.  I have my first parade on March 16th - a St. Patrick's Day 1 1/2 mile parade!  I can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - here ya' have it!  I'm now officially a band geek!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-4429260017215091632?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4429260017215091632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=4429260017215091632' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/4429260017215091632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/4429260017215091632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/marching-orders.html' title='Marching Orders!!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-2592603616492177468</id><published>2008-02-23T20:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T20:54:18.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming a vegetarian</title><content type='html'>There's a news story out there now that has really affected me.  It disturbs me unlike any news story has disturbed me in a long time.  The news story that I'm talking about is the mistreatment of the cows in California.  I keep seeing the images and hearing the story and it really disturbs me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has disturbed me so much that I am seriously considering becoming a vegetarian.  I've talked to my vegetarian friends about this also.  I'm doing research on being vegetarian.  I think it's a lifestyle that I could adapt to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that if I become vegetarian I will continue to eat fish, eggs, cheese and dairy.  I would give up beef, chicken, pork, turkey and such.  I am going to talk it over with my shrink first.  I'm in therapy for an eating disorder and want to make sure my shrink agrees with my decision before I implement it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a huge lifestyle change but after seeing what I've seen the past few days it's one I can live with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-2592603616492177468?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2592603616492177468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=2592603616492177468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/2592603616492177468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/2592603616492177468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/becoming-vegetarian.html' title='Becoming a vegetarian'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-4355546438748054136</id><published>2008-02-15T23:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T00:04:17.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Distorted Self</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching a movie on cable that really got me thinking.  It was one of those Lifetime, feel good movies.  This one really hit home though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie was about a teenaged girl who was overweight.  She was in her senior year in high school.  It showed her being bullied and teased by a lot of her peers.  She was nominated as a joke for homecoming queen.  Well - her friends and she all got together and she ended up winning homecoming queen.  The movie showed her trials and tribulations after being elected homecoming queen.  One of the statements she made was that she didn't "deserve" to be homecoming queen.  She felt that because she was overweight she didn't deserve the "honor".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, this girl is a lot like me.  I sometimes feel that I don't "deserve" things in life because I'm struggling with my weight.  I beat myself up over the smallest things like not eating the proper foods or not exercising when I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we equate weight with deserving things in life or self-worth?  Is it society that has done this to us?  Or, is it us doing it to ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society plays a lot into this equation.  Recently I saw Marie Osmond on TV saying that she had lost 40 pounds.  She had said that if she hadn't lost her weight she would have died an early death.  In the next sentence she said that she went from a size 14 to a size 6.  Wait a minute - size 14???  Isn't that what the average, normal American woman wears?  Why is it that she considered size 14 morbidly obese???  Where is she getting this information???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With pressure like this that you see on TV day in and day out it's no wonder that we beat ourselves up over this issue.  It's no wonder that we equate weight, or what size we wear with self-worth or self-love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have GOT to stop the insanity.  Weight does NOT define who we are or how worthy we are of love and respect both from ourselves or others.  Weight does NOT make us a good or bad person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all beautiful no matter what we weigh.  We are all worthy of love and respect no matter what we weigh.  You do not have to be a size 6 to be loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in closing, let me say this.  Look at yourself in the mirror.  Learn to love yourself and respect yourself no matter what you weigh or how overweight you think you are!  It's a hard lesson to learn even for myself.  You are worth it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-4355546438748054136?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4355546438748054136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=4355546438748054136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/4355546438748054136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/4355546438748054136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/distorted-self.html' title='Distorted Self'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-4305138505590729464</id><published>2008-02-14T15:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T15:38:22.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Just a Nut Looking for a Squirrel....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R7Slvn4SOnI/AAAAAAAAABY/HInIpIMwaxM/s1600-h/Rachel+and+Beth%27s+wedding+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166936910078294642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R7Slvn4SOnI/AAAAAAAAABY/HInIpIMwaxM/s400/Rachel+and+Beth%27s+wedding+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R7Sk0H4SOlI/AAAAAAAAABI/GIrApyMZzLc/s1600-h/Rachel+and+Beth%27s+wedding+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in 2001 I was just starting to emerge from a time in my life that I now refer to as "The Dark Ages". I hadn't dated in about a year. I thought I was done with relationships. I had been used and abused by men and had had it. I had pretty much decided that if I wasn't married again by the time I was 40 that I wasn't going to get married again or even date for that matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at my all time highest weight - 350 pounds. I felt like no one would want me and that I wasn't worthy of love at that weight. Boy - was I ever wrong!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the time I was volunteering for a fire department as an Emergency Medical Technician. In the firehouse world anyone who volunteers for a fire department is known as a "squirrel" and the fire station is known as the "squirrel house".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In July of 2001 I thought that I would place an ad on LoveonAOL.com. I was just doing it for fun and didn't have high hopes of meeting anyone. I answered three ads. One guy never answered me back, one guy emailed me for a couple of weeks and when I suggested talking over the phone didn't answer me and then the third one took two weeks to answer me. I had pretty much given up on him. The title of his ad was: "I'm Just a Nut Looking for a Squirrel". He emailed me and apologized for not getting back to me sooner. He had been on vacation and this was the first he had been on the computer in two weeks. We emailed each other for a couple of weeks and then he suggested that we started communicating on the phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was nervous the first time I talked to him. We talked for 3 1/2 hours that first night. We hit it off extremely well! It was like we were the same person but yet different at the same time. We had so much in common it was scarey! We talked on the phone for 2 weeks and then he suggested that we meet in person. He asked me what I looked like. I thought "Uh-Oh!! He's going to find out that I'm overweight and then it's going to be over - just like all the other guys!". I told him what I looked like and that I was very overweight. His response was that it didn't matter - I was beautiful to him no matter what. He liked what was in my heart and liked the person that I was. He loved me unconditionally!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went on our first date on August 27th, 2001. He saw me and it was love at first sight. He told me I was beautiful!! I was smitten from that moment on!! We dated for almost two years and on June 30th, 2003 we got married!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's right - the man I'm talking about is my wonderful husband, Bob! I love him so much. We have had our rough times but we always come out stronger and more in love. I love him more each day. He is my everything!!! He taught me that if he could love me for who I was and what I was then I should love me for who I am and what I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So - he's my nut and I'm his squirrel!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Valentine's Day, Bob!! I love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-4305138505590729464?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4305138505590729464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=4305138505590729464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/4305138505590729464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/4305138505590729464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-just-nut-looking-for-squirrel.html' title='I&apos;m Just a Nut Looking for a Squirrel....'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R7Slvn4SOnI/AAAAAAAAABY/HInIpIMwaxM/s72-c/Rachel+and+Beth%27s+wedding+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-5109679577228317482</id><published>2008-02-05T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T00:31:28.460-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction; food'/><title type='text'>Addiction....</title><content type='html'>Addiction.  What exactly is addiction?  Well the American Heritage Stedman's Medical Dictionary defines it this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for more information about this dictionary" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/00-database-info?db=ahsmd" minmax_bound="true"&gt;American Heritage Stedman's Medical Dictionary&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="A0069400" minmax_bound="true"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ad·dic·tion (-dkshn)n.&lt;br /&gt;Habitual psychological and physiological dependence on a substance or practice beyond one's voluntary control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I have the definition, what exactly does this mean?  What does it mean to me?  "Dependence on a substance or practice beyond one's voluntary control"?  Hmmm.... let me think about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an addiction.  My addiction is not readily accepted by society or the medical profession as an addiction.  I have an addiction to food.  There - I said it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the definition of the word addiction puts my addiction into prospective for me.  It helps me understand that I do have an addiction, I am not using the word "addiction" as an excuse and I am NOT going crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My addiction is a hard one to control.  Food is readily available to me no matter where I go.  I'm not looked down upon no matter what I eat or how much I eat of it.  I'm not arrested for dealing it, I'm not fired for having it with me at work and if I have food in my car and am pulled over by the police I'm not taken in for having it in my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to control my addiction but sometimes the urge is to strong to control and I overeat or eat the wrong foods.  I struggle every day with my addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi!  My name is Beth and I'm a food addict!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I said it!  Maybe now I can do something about it.  I'm sure trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-5109679577228317482?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5109679577228317482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=5109679577228317482' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/5109679577228317482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/5109679577228317482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/addiction.html' title='Addiction....'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-7589959278958316805</id><published>2008-02-02T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T19:44:08.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You call me a loser like it's a bad thing!</title><content type='html'>Well - I finally got the nerve to face the scale last Saturday.  It wasn't good but it wasn't as bad as I thought.  Before I got on the scale I had decided to get back on program starting Monday.  After I got on the scale I decided that I should start right then, right now - why wait?  So I got back on program on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggled through the week.  I took it one day at a time.  I'm here to say that taking one day at a time has been successful for me this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weighed this morning.  I guess Saturday is now my weigh in day.  I got on the scale and was pleasantly surprised to see that I am down 5 pounds!!!!  Yeah me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 pounds!  WOW!!!  I think a lot of it is water weight but, hey, 5 pounds is 5 pounds.  It's five pounds less than I weighed last week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now inspired to go on to week 2.  To take it one day at a time for another week!  I'll let ya' know how it goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-7589959278958316805?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7589959278958316805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=7589959278958316805' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/7589959278958316805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/7589959278958316805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-call-me-loser-like-its-bad-thing.html' title='You call me a loser like it&apos;s a bad thing!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-3167606748660697654</id><published>2008-01-29T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T01:00:11.025-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food; munchies; exercise; love'/><title type='text'>One day at a time....</title><content type='html'>I'm taking my eating and exercise one day at a time.  I have been successful for three days in a row!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm weighing and measuring everything I eat.  If I get the 2 am munchies at work I'm turning to ice chips - they work wonders!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise - I've been doing a little.  I know I should do more but every little bit helps.  I am running up and down 2 flights of steps of work at least twice during my shifts.  I'm also doing 100 leg lifts, 10 floor push ups, 10 wall push ups, 50 sit ups and 100 obliques before I get into bed every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do this - one day at a time!!!  If I have a bad day I will pick myself up and move on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love myself more than I love the food!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-3167606748660697654?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3167606748660697654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=3167606748660697654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/3167606748660697654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/3167606748660697654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-day-at-time.html' title='One day at a time....'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-2627323178285728558</id><published>2008-01-27T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:23:28.959-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vivaldi; flute; marching band; patriotic music; the star spangled banner; america the beautiful'/><title type='text'>Decisions, decisions, decisions.....</title><content type='html'>I am getting ready for an audition on February 27th.  I am auditioning for the Marching Ravens, a marching band for the Baltimore Ravens football team.  I have been told that this audition is just a technicality and if I can make the flute play, read music and move I pretty much am a member.  I have also been congratulated by members of the band for being one of their newest members.  Ok, but I still have to get ready for the audition.  I have to chose music and practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to play for my audition.  I've been thinking about it and trying different pieces for about a month now.  I wanted something that would show them that I could play but something that I wouldn't make mistakes on with the nerves going.  So, after much ado about nothing, I have made my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided on 3 pieces.  I decided to be patriotic on 2 of the pieces.  After all, as a marching band at football games we will be playing patriotic pieces.  The patriotic pieces are "America the Beautiful" and "The Star Spangled Banner".  My third piece is an excerpt from Vivaldi's The Four Seasons:  Spring.  I have also been practicing scales since they are going to want to hear some scales also.  I just need to brush up the scales and the 3 pieces.  I also have to study the fingerings on the very high notes that flutes have been known to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I feel ready.  I feel that if the audition was today I would be okay.  I just hope that I can keep the nerves at bay!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-2627323178285728558?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2627323178285728558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=2627323178285728558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/2627323178285728558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/2627323178285728558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/decisions-decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, decisions, decisions.....'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-8405288978251772452</id><published>2008-01-26T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T20:21:59.188-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth; weight; diet; exercise; munchies; toning; cardio'/><title type='text'>Facing the truth...</title><content type='html'>Ok - I did it!!  I faced the scale today!!  It wasn't good but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.  I decided then and there not to wait until Monday to get back on track but to do it today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - I'm filled my backpack with all the healthy things I can eat during my 12 hour shift.  Once the food is gone I'm done eating.  I have a plan for my 2 am munchies.  I'm going to go to the ice machine and get ice chips and crunch on ice chips!  It serves a double purpose - I take care of the munching need and I get more water in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning when I get off of work I will exercise.  I will do toning and some cardio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had to face the truth and I did!  I feel so much better now that I have faced the truth.  I am going to take this one day at a time so I don't overwhelm myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 30 1/2 pounds to lose and I know I can do it!!  One day at a time.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-8405288978251772452?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8405288978251772452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=8405288978251772452' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/8405288978251772452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/8405288978251772452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/facing-truth.html' title='Facing the truth...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-8125119452622527520</id><published>2008-01-24T01:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T01:49:53.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusted.....</title><content type='html'>Ok - I'm disgusted with myself.  I've gained about 25 pounds!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what to do and how to do it.  I don't understand why I can't get myself to do it.  It's almost as if I'm sabotaging myself continously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that if I eat right and exercise I feel better physically and mentally.  I know that if I eat right and exercise I could pull this weight off with no problem.  Why can't I get myself to do it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to look good and feel good.  I know that weight does not equate to whether or not you deserve love.  I do love myself but I keep abusing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call it addiction.  I am addicted to food and my addiction is out of control.  I want to get back into control.  I don't understand why I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to save myself from myself yet again.  No one can do this but me.  I need love and support to do it though.  I get plenty of love and support from the people I surround myself with so there's really no reason for me not to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take it one step at a time.  I promised a friend of mine that I would go to the gym today.  I will try to keep my promise to my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-8125119452622527520?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8125119452622527520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=8125119452622527520' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/8125119452622527520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/8125119452622527520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/disgusted.html' title='Disgusted.....'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-4597618963333119282</id><published>2008-01-21T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:26:29.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fab Four</title><content type='html'>This blog post is dedicated to the Fab Four!  No - I'm not talking about The Beatles.  I'm talking about four of the most amazing women that I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These women mean the world to me.  They are there for me no matter what kind of day I've had, what kind of mood I'm in or whatever the victory or trouble of the day is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met these women through Richard's Clubhouse.  No - get your mind out of the gutter - it's not what you're thinking!!!  LOL  It's a website run by Richard Simmons.  It provides motivation, education and friendship.  It's where I met my best friends in the world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the four of us we have lost around 600 pounds!  We have helped each other through the struggles and the triumphs of weight loss.  I don't know if I could do it without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all areas of the United States covered - I think!  California, Florida, Illinois and Maryland!  We are very far apart but our hearts are very close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all individuals with very different personalities but we are so alike!!  California is an amazing jewelry artist and writer.  Florida is a die-hard Beatles fan and loves yoga.  Illinois is quite the adventurer.  Her adventures take her all over the world!  And last but not least is me - Maryland.  I'm a band geek and also a medical professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try (and have so far been successful) to get together for a few days once a year.  I can't wait to see what this year's adventure will be!  We have so much fun together!!  I laugh so hard that I cry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life would be empty and dull without these amazing women in it!  They are all so beautiful!  I love them all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - LLTFF!!!!!! (Long Live The Fab Four)!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-4597618963333119282?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4597618963333119282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=4597618963333119282' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/4597618963333119282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/4597618963333119282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/fab-four.html' title='The Fab Four'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-6107211885934679423</id><published>2008-01-20T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:50:51.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby it's cold outside.....</title><content type='html'>BBBBrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!  It is cooooollllddd out tonight!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the news this evening and they said that the temperature was 17 degrees and that's without the wind chill!!!  I pulled a blanket up over myself just sitting there in front of the TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so cold that when Oliver needs to go out he runs out and does his business before I can even blink an eye!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like cold weather.  I'm more a spring or fall type of gal.  I'd rather run out of the house with a light sweater on and be comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a little warmer.  I think they said 27 degrees!!  Watch out!  Heat wave!!  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-6107211885934679423?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6107211885934679423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=6107211885934679423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/6107211885934679423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/6107211885934679423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby it&apos;s cold outside.....'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-5779562243228575280</id><published>2008-01-19T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T23:30:19.649-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zachary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom-mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marie antionette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><title type='text'>Let them eat cake!!!</title><content type='html'>Marie Antoinette was one very smart woman.  She knew the important things in life.  She could have made them all eat their veggies or something more nutritious but she chose cake!  WOW - a woman after my own heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we celebrated life!  We celebrated the birth of my grandson, Zachary!!  He was born one year ago!!!  It's hard to believe that it's already been a year!!  He's soo cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mommy had suggested that we all get him spring/summer clothes for his birthday.  Well, everyone took that suggestion to heart and I'm here to tell ya' Zachary will be the best dressed boy on the tot lot this spring and summer!!!  He will be getting the little girls left and right!  With a batting of his big blues eyes, a flash of that cute smile and his dapper fashions - watch out girls!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once dinner had been eaten, the presents had been opened and Happy Birthday had been sung the big moment came.  Time for CAKE!!!!  Zachy had his own little cake for his birthday.  It was a yellow cake with chocolate frosting.  His big sister, Allie, had decorated it especially for her "baby brother".  So, the cake was put in front of him and he wasted no time devouring it!!  Of course he thought the best part of the cake was the frosting.  I guess he learned that little trick from his Mom-mom!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R5LMGo4o4oI/AAAAAAAAAA4/E5ZmvW4daXc/s1600-h/2008_0118zachys1stbday0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157408937718899330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R5LMGo4o4oI/AAAAAAAAAA4/E5ZmvW4daXc/s400/2008_0118zachys1stbday0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he devoured his cake we gave him a bath and let him enjoy his "sugar high".  It was a wonderful time had by all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Sweet Zachy!!!  Mom-mom loves you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-5779562243228575280?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5779562243228575280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=5779562243228575280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/5779562243228575280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/5779562243228575280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/let-them-eat-cake.html' title='Let them eat cake!!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R5LMGo4o4oI/AAAAAAAAAA4/E5ZmvW4daXc/s72-c/2008_0118zachys1stbday0070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-8049599630289688823</id><published>2008-01-18T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T04:11:59.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Mom!!</title><content type='html'>Seventy-one years ago today a baby girl entered this world at around 1:30 am. She was the the fourth child of the family. She was the second girl, born just 11 months after her sister. Because she and her sister were less than a year apart they were considered "Irish Twins".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was my best friend. She was my mother. I talked to her on the phone every day. She always had a funny story to tell, a kind ear to listen. Anything I needed - she was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lived her life to it's fullest. She always saw the positive in everything and everyone. She would put herself aside to make those around her comfortable and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her life ended way to soon. She was only 52 years old when she was taken from me. You know what they say, only the good die young and that saying is so very true with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sit here writing this with tears in my eyes. I'll have a good cry and then get on with my day. You see, she wouldn't want me to be sad and crying. She would want me to be happy and living my life to it's fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I'll celebrate life. Today we will be celebrating my grandson's first birthday. I can't think of a more fitting way to remember mom today - by celebrating life not mourning death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lives in my heart and in my soul. Her spirit lives within me. She will be with me forever! I love her and miss her and always will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Mom!! I love you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-8049599630289688823?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8049599630289688823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=8049599630289688823' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/8049599630289688823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/8049599630289688823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday, Mom!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-3176745719202266922</id><published>2008-01-17T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T20:19:54.764-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken stew; Oliver; cold snowy day'/><title type='text'>Chicken Stew on a Cold Snowy Day</title><content type='html'>Today was a cold and snowy day in Baltimore.  It was the perfect day to break out the crock pot and make a pot of chicken stew.  Here's what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night around 10:30 I took 1 1/2 chickens out of the freezer and put them in the crock pot.  I put a can of diced tomatoes, 6  halved potatoes, a small bag of carrots cut in thirds, 1 cup of water and a half of a cup of cooking wine on top of it.  I put the lid on the crock pot and put it on low setting.  This morning the chicken was real tender.  I took the chicken, potatoes and carrots out of the crock pot.  I cut the potatoes in small chunks, cut the carrots in small chunks and took the bones out of the chicken and returned it all to the crock pot.  I then added 1 can of peas, 1 can of corn and a can of green beans.  I cooked it on low all day.  It turned out real yummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed that Oliver was blogging today.  I can't leave him alone for a minute without him getting into mischief!!!!!  He's so cute - isn't he?  I love him sooo much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-3176745719202266922?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3176745719202266922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=3176745719202266922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/3176745719202266922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/3176745719202266922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/chicken-stew-on-cold-snowy-day.html' title='Chicken Stew on a Cold Snowy Day'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-7644561631996601820</id><published>2008-01-17T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T20:02:10.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Oliver!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello!!  This is Oliver.  Mom left the computer on and in the chair and left the room.  Silly Silly Mom!!  She doesn't know yet that I know how to type and will send emails, or  in this case blog, any chance I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom adopted me a couple of months ago.  I have to admit that I have it real good here.  I have them trained real well!!  HEHEHEHE!!!  Mom thinks that she owns me but I know different.  I own HER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh!  Here comes Mom!!  I'd better go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog again soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love - Oliver&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-7644561631996601820?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7644561631996601820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=7644561631996601820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/7644561631996601820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/7644561631996601820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-oliver.html' title='This is Oliver!!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-2082506054679183421</id><published>2008-01-16T00:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T00:36:25.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the wonderful world of blogging!!!</title><content type='html'>I'd like to take this opportunity to welcome my dear friend, V., to the wonderful world of blogging!!!  I can't wait to look at her updates, along with my other dear friends, every day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great time with it V.!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-2082506054679183421?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2082506054679183421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=2082506054679183421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/2082506054679183421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/2082506054679183421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/welcome-to-wonderful-world-of-blogging.html' title='Welcome to the wonderful world of blogging!!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-3978786858560817584</id><published>2008-01-16T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T00:34:25.434-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oliver; singing; marching ravens; flute'/><title type='text'>Perfect Harmony.....</title><content type='html'>I've been feverishly practicing for my audition for the Marching Ravens on February 27th.  I've been practicing short little pieces, scales, trills and fingerings.  Oliver likes to lay next to me when I practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Oliver did something new.  He started "singing" when I was playing.  He didn't do it with every piece I played though.  It seems he only likes certain pieces and when he does "sing" he "sings" in perfect harmony with whatever notes I'm playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaela heard him today and thought it was hysterical.  Of course when Bob came along to hear Oliver "sing" he wouldn't sing.  I guess he got stage fright when his daddy was around.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing well with practicing.  I have a little over a month left to practice so I think I'll be more than ready.  I just hope that my nerves don't get in my way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-3978786858560817584?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3978786858560817584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=3978786858560817584' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/3978786858560817584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/3978786858560817584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/perfect-harmony.html' title='Perfect Harmony.....'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-7715427491941201320</id><published>2008-01-13T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T18:58:23.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My son, Oliver Wendel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3E44o4mI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sUp7SoCnXQI/s1600-h/oliversleep2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155485861817148002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3E44o4mI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sUp7SoCnXQI/s400/oliversleep2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had wanted a little dog since I got married 4 1/2 years ago. I always knew that when a got a dog I would adopt one. So two months ago I found the dog that I adopted. His name is Oliver Wendel and he is a 7 pound, tan and white, chihuahua. What I didn't know before I adopted Oliver is how dogs can steal your heart. I had heard other dog owners talk about how they loved their dogs and often thought it was a bit odd how much love they had for them and how much they treated them like children. Well - now I personally know. Oliver has my heart wrapped around his little, tan paw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so cute and has such a great personality! He is definitely an only dog. He loves to cuddle and is the eptiome of lap dog. He will sit in my lap wanting nothing but love for hours on end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love that a dog gives you in unlike any love that a human can give. He will love me unconditionally, no matter what I've done, what kind of day I've had or what kind of mood I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can keep me laughing for hours also. When he starts playing the antics keep on coming!! He is sooo funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't believe that dogs could talk or smile! Believe me - they can! Oliver will look at me and with his "yips" tell me exactly what he wants or what he isn't happy with. He will also smile when I'm cuddling him or playing with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am guilty of spoiling him rotten but he so deserves it! I do love my Oliver!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-7715427491941201320?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7715427491941201320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=7715427491941201320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/7715427491941201320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/7715427491941201320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-son-oliver-wendel.html' title='My son, Oliver Wendel'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3E44o4mI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sUp7SoCnXQI/s72-c/oliversleep2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-6421093925450492681</id><published>2008-01-12T03:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T04:11:27.991-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss; diets; gastric bypass; fad diets'/><title type='text'>The Weight Loss Hype</title><content type='html'>It's everywhere! Especially this time of year! New Year's Day has passed and everyone is trying to keep their New Year's resolution to lose weight. The problem with this is that in this world of everyone wanting things "right now" they want to lose their weight "right now".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I get on the internet I'm faced with yet another article on the latest, up to datest, best way to lose weight. They are always the same - do this and eat this and lose 10 pounds fast!!! What they fail to mention is that most of that 10 pounds that you lose fast is water weight and if you don't change your way of eating for life and exercise you are going to gain it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was one of those people who wanted to lose weight the fast and easy way. I thought that all I had to do was have gastric bypass and the weight would melt off and stay off forever. Well - I had it half right. They weight did melt off. I didn't, however, learn that I had to change my way of eating and had to exercise to keep it off. I ended up gaining 40 pounds back. Fortunately it was only 40 pounds and not the whole 190 pounds I had lost before I learned that even after gastric bypass I had to eat right and exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My message is this. There is NO easy and fast way to lose weight. You HAVE to eat right and exercise. There's no magic pill, no magic potion, no magic surgery - you have to work it!! I know how hard this is. I've gained back 20 pounds and have to re-lose it. I struggle with eating and exercise every day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - please take my advice and stay away from the fad diets!! I know how tempting they can be. I've tried quite a few myself only to be discouraged when the weight came back. They don't help you lose weight forever and they can be harmful to your health!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-6421093925450492681?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6421093925450492681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=6421093925450492681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/6421093925450492681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/6421093925450492681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/weight-loss-hype.html' title='The Weight Loss Hype'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-963255203897816827</id><published>2008-01-11T00:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T00:56:27.860-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair; daughter; salon; popular demand'/><title type='text'>By popular demand......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4cEV44o4jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HFH25i2eOEI/s1600-h/newhair.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154093072642531890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4cEV44o4jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HFH25i2eOEI/s400/newhair.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, ok - so by popular demand here's a pic of the "new hair". It doesn't look as good (to me) as it did when my daughter did it but I'm sure with practice it will look better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4cEV44o4jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HFH25i2eOEI/s1600-h/newhair.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-963255203897816827?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/963255203897816827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=963255203897816827' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/963255203897816827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/963255203897816827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/by-popular-demand.html' title='By popular demand......'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4cEV44o4jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HFH25i2eOEI/s72-c/newhair.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-3166204954493571215</id><published>2008-01-10T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T01:09:04.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An EnLIGHTening Experience.....</title><content type='html'>My husband and I work odd shifts.  I work 12 hour nights and he works from 4 am to 12:30pm.  Our sleep schedules are odd also.  We are both very respectful of each other's sleep time.  So, Wednesday morning I fell asleep at 5:00am.  At 6:30am my husband walked into the bedroom and asked me where my car registration was.  I was in between sleep and being awake and thought I was dreaming.  So, again, my husband asked where my care registration was and told me that both his truck and my car had been struck by a light pole!  I shot straight up in bed and said "WHAT?".  So I ran downstairs only to find that there was, in fact, a light pole laying across my car and resting on his truck.  That's what I get for parking right behind my husband!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, on our street we have parallel parking on both sides of the street.  Our street is a two-way, very heavily traveled, street.  There are metal light poles up and down the street.  The light poles are very old and the neighbors have always said that we were all just waiting for one of them to go down.  Well - it happened!  Right on top of both of our vehicles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband called our insurance company to make a claim.  They couldn't believe what they had just been told!  They had never heard of anything like this happening!!  They found it quite amusing!  I'm so glad that they found the amusement in all of this!!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police came and made a report.  The light pole was still working and was presenting quite a public safety hazard.  The cop, in all of his infinite wisdom, took the report, gave my husband the case number and then left just leaving this public safety hazard!  I couldn't believe it!  I called the police back and told them what had occurred and demanded that they send the officer back.  Within minutes not only was the officer back but his supervisor was there as well.  I told him I couldn't believe that they had just left such a hazard.  They informed me that all they were obligated to do was to put up scene tape - BGE (the electric company) was on their way.  So I told the cop to go ahead and do it but be prepared to be electrocuted!  LOL  The other debacle that the cops had was they didn't know if the city owned the light pole or if BGE owned it.  If the city owned it then the Department of Public Works had to come out and fix it.  If BGE owned it then BGE had to come and fix it.  They finally figured out, after much debate, that BGE owned it.  BGE was there in minutes and finally lifted the light pole off of our vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we will take our vehicles for estimates.  Then we have to set up appointments with body shope to have them fixed.  Hopefully this won't take too long and won't be too stressing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, after all is said and done, I'm just thankful that there was only  property damage and that no one was hurt.  This really could have turned out tragically but, thankfully, it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a  picture of the vehicles with the light pole on top of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4W1HI4o4iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cihuW5584SA/s1600-h/lightpole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4W1HI4o4iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cihuW5584SA/s320/lightpole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153724482844156450" 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/8668445346374522623-3166204954493571215?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3166204954493571215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=3166204954493571215' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/3166204954493571215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/3166204954493571215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/enlightening-experience.html' title='An EnLIGHTening Experience.....'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4W1HI4o4iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cihuW5584SA/s72-c/lightpole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-706529513251311704</id><published>2008-01-08T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:26:58.188-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair; youth; daughter; salon'/><title type='text'>Hair today, gone tomorrow!!!</title><content type='html'>My oldest daughter is a hair stylist.  She's very good at it.  For years, though, when she would cut my hair she would only do what she called the "mom cut".  She didn't want to do anything new with my hair.  When I was in LA for my birthday in June I did what I thought was the unthinkable, at a dear friend's suggestion, and got my hair done in a LA salon.  I loved it!  The stylist who did my hair worked with my curls instead of against them.  I had it done again when I was in LA in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well - my hair had gotten real shaggy looking and the color had gotten too brash.  So when I was at my daughter's house on Sunday I asked if I could come by her salon and have her do my hair.  Originally I was just thinking a trim.  My daughter, on the other hand, was thinking cut and color.  New cut and New color!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I ventured off to the salon for my daughter to work her magic.  I sat in her chair and she said "Okay Mom.  What are we doing with it?  I have some ideas that I think are funky and would look real good.".  So I found myself saying okay.  My feelings on hair both mine and both of my daughters is that it grows back and bad color can be fixed.  So - I told her to do whatever "funky" thing she had in mind.  So - she worked her magic.  I love the color.  It's called "Celtic Copper" (gee - fitting since I'm very Irish - LOL!) and she put in some blonde highlights.  The highlights are real subtle and make the copper a little lighter.  The cut is cute too.  It's shorter than I've had it in a while but I love it.  She said, after her cut, that she got rid of my "Beverly Hills Mullet" - lol.  She did a great job and it's very stylish and trendy!  It can be blown out or scrunched so I have options with it.  It feels good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was sitting in my daughter's chair at the salon she started introducing me to her coworkers and the owners of the salon.  She introduced me as her mother and everyone thought that we were lying!  They thought for sure that I was her sister not her mother.  I literally had to get my driver's license out to prove how old I was and that I was her mother and not her sister!  I was shocked!   I was thinking that they were only being nice or were blind!  LOL  It was a great feeling though.  I feel so young now!!!  They were amazed at how similar our voices were and then when we both laughed at the same time they couldn't believe it - we have the same laugh!!  She truly is my daughter!!!  She is beautiful, talented and I love her so!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO  - hair today, gone tomorrow!!!  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-706529513251311704?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/706529513251311704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=706529513251311704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/706529513251311704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/706529513251311704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/hair-today-gone-tomorrow.html' title='Hair today, gone tomorrow!!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-8776151798937317233</id><published>2008-01-05T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T21:35:43.211-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubblybeth; marching band; marching ravens'/><title type='text'>Marching bands, flutes - things from my past - so I thought!!</title><content type='html'>I played flute through middle and high school.  I was first chair in high school.  For those of you who don't know what that means it means that I was good.  I also marched in my high school marching band.  I loved marching band!  So that was my past.  So I thought....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I was looking on the Baltimore Ravens website when I came across a link for the Marching Ravens.  I decided to look into the link because I have always loved marching bands.  Much to my surprise the Marching Ravens are recruiting.  So, just for giggles, I shot off an email to the director of the Marching Ravens.  I didn't really expect to hear back.  Boy - was I wrong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email response within 2 hours of emailing him.  He wanted me to call him ASAP.  He didn't care what time of the day or night it was he wanted to hear from me.  So I called him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to him at great length about the marching band and told him that I hadn't picked up my flute since high school so I didn't know if I would be of any use to him.  Awww contrare!!!  He was extremely interested and I now have an audition with the Marching Ravens on February 27th!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that lead to my next problem.  I no longer had a flute.  Well, he says, that's no problem either.  It just so happens that one of the other directors owns a music shop and set me up with a great deal on a flute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm feverishly getting ready for my audition.  WHAT????  AM I CRAZY????  Well that's up for debate but we'll see what happens!     The guy who sold me my flute listened to me play as I was choosing a flute and said that he doesn't see any reason why the director won't love me.  I hope he's right!!  The nerves are really setting in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my youngest daughter what I was doing and she thinks it's cool!  Yeah - her mom - the band geek!!  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-8776151798937317233?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8776151798937317233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=8776151798937317233' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/8776151798937317233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/8776151798937317233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/marching-bands-flutes-things-from-my.html' title='Marching bands, flutes - things from my past - so I thought!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-1939433457242659388</id><published>2008-01-03T04:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T04:33:29.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Things......</title><content type='html'>Ok Laura - here ya' go!  Here are my answers to your Four Things Post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things that you may or may not have know about me in no particular order.  Directions are at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four jobs I've had in my life (other than my current one):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Customer Service Rep&lt;br /&gt;2 - Dispatcher&lt;br /&gt;3 - Nail Technician&lt;br /&gt;4 - Marketing Manager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Movies I've watched more than once:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Wizard of Oz&lt;br /&gt;2 - My Best Friends Wedding&lt;br /&gt;3 - Lion King&lt;br /&gt;4 - Jungle Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places that I've lived:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Laurel, MD&lt;br /&gt;2 - Elkridge, MD&lt;br /&gt;3 - Columbia, MD&lt;br /&gt;4 - Baltimore, MD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV shows that I watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - South Park&lt;br /&gt;2 - Jon &amp;amp; Kate plus 8&lt;br /&gt;3 - ER&lt;br /&gt;4 - Dancing with the Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I have been:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - LA (YEAH!!)&lt;br /&gt;2 - Nebraska&lt;br /&gt;3 - Florida&lt;br /&gt;4 - West Virginia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four people I email with some regularity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Laura&lt;br /&gt;2 - Vennie&lt;br /&gt;3 - Claudia&lt;br /&gt;4 - Bruce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of my favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;2 - Chocolate chip cookies&lt;br /&gt;3 - Rice Pudding&lt;br /&gt;4 - Mangos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dishes that friends/family make that I love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - My mother-in-law's potato salad&lt;br /&gt;2 - Laura's oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;3 - Laura's egg veggie pita&lt;br /&gt;4 - Vickie's almond pastries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I'd rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - LA&lt;br /&gt;2 - Home (I'm at work)&lt;br /&gt;3 - With my grandkids&lt;br /&gt;4 - on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four friends I think will respond:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Claudia&lt;br /&gt;2 - Laura&lt;br /&gt;3 - Vennie&lt;br /&gt;4 - Ang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things I look forward to this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Getting to goal weight (again!)&lt;br /&gt;2 - Learning new things&lt;br /&gt;3 - Going to LA&lt;br /&gt;4 - Getting together with the Fab Four!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, according to Laura's blog, we're supposed to forward this on to some people that we know, substituting our own answers in for the senders. Include the sender in your e-mail. I would propose that you can either copy this post into an e-mail and forward it on, or copy it into your own blog and answer it there. Your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Fun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-1939433457242659388?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1939433457242659388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=1939433457242659388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/1939433457242659388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/1939433457242659388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/four-things.html' title='Four Things......'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-8343958596563630562</id><published>2008-01-01T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T19:50:54.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes - I know - it's been a while since I blogged. I figured I'd start the year off with a blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to everyone! I'm not usually one to believe in making New Year's resolutions. I have a friend who didn't believe in them either but last year she made a list of goals - resolutions - for 2007. She kept them in the front of her dayplanner and would check them off as she did them. She said that it made her feel accomplished and she had fun trying to accomplish them. So this year I've decided to do the same. I've made my list and it's written in the front of my dayplanner. I will mark them off as I do them. I am also posting them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - here's the list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth's 2008 Resolutions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - I will get back to and stay at 160 pounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - I will go to the gym at least 4 times a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - I will take a class in any subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - I will go to LA at least once this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - I will go to the National Aquarium and see the new Australia exhibit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - I will go on a date at least twice this year with my husband, Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - I will devote one day a month for my daughter, Kaela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - I will eat at least one healthy meal a day no matter what kind of day I'm having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - I will email the Fab Four at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - I will call the FABS at least once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there ya' have it!! My goals for 2008!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a wonderful 2008!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-8343958596563630562?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8343958596563630562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=8343958596563630562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/8343958596563630562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/8343958596563630562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-4273124375457616947</id><published>2007-12-06T08:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T08:34:03.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to you!</title><content type='html'>Wow!!!  December is just full of birthdays for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, yesterday, December 5th.  My beautiful granddaughter, Allie!!  She turned four yesterday!  I can't believe how fast she's growing up!  She's my princess!!  I love spending time with her and her brother, Zachary.  They are so precious and innocent.  I love to experience the world through their eyes!  They discover a lot of what I take for granted and make it seem like the most wonderful thing in the world!  It's awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, December 6th, my wonderful friend L. has her birthday!  She is one of my dearest friends in the world!  She knows me and understands me better than I understand myself sometimes.  With her I don't have to be someone I'm not.  With her I just can be!  I don't know how I can ever repay her.  On my last birthday she gave me the most wonderful birthday I've ever had!!!  My last birthday was awesome and it was hugely because of her!  I will take this chance to wish her a wonderful birthday and to thank her for being awesome and giving me an awesome birthday!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we move on to December 18th.  December 18th is the birthday of two people I hold near and dear to my heart.  One of them is my daughter Stefanie!  She is the wonderful mother of my grandchildren.  She's married and is a hairstylist.  She's an awesome hairstylist!  I'm so proud of her!  The other person is my dear husband Bob.  I love Bob with all my heart!  He's an awesome person!  He always puts others ahead of himself.  He would rather do without and see others happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on top of the birthdays, we have Christmas.  Whew - what a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a great December!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-4273124375457616947?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4273124375457616947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=4273124375457616947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/4273124375457616947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/4273124375457616947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='Happy Birthday to you!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-7826269364507691095</id><published>2007-12-05T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T14:48:51.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow....</title><content type='html'>Well, today is the first snowfall of the season! I love the first snowfall! I love it even more because I have no where to go today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to sit and watch the snow fall. It lays so pretty on the ground and the trees. We live across the street from a park and it looks like a blanket of white. I love it when it's fresh and untouched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver is experiencing his first snowfall. He loves it! We take him into the backyard and he plays in it and chases the snowflakes! It's sooo funny! When he's inside he'll go to the window and bark at the snowflakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my granddaughter, Allie's, fourth birthday!  I can't believe that she's four already!!  Time is flying by!  I talked to her on the phone this morning to wish her a happy birthday and asked her what she was going to do today.  She said that she was "going to be happy today!".  She is so cute!!  We are going to celebrate her birthday with a party on Sunday evening.  Happy Birthday, Princess!!  Mom-mom loves  you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for today, let it snow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-7826269364507691095?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7826269364507691095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=7826269364507691095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/7826269364507691095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/7826269364507691095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow....'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-3226148156821612153</id><published>2007-12-04T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T01:09:09.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad to the bone.........</title><content type='html'>We adopted Oliver 2 1/2 weeks ago. Oliver is making himself quite at home. His personality is coming out. He's cute and funny! Well, yesterday he discovered the wonderful world of bones!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the supermarket and got him some butcher's bones from the meat counter. I made sure I got a package that had small bones in it because, after all, he's only 7 pounds. I brought the bones home and took the smallest one out of the package. Oliver didn't know what to think. He licked it at first then walked away. He kept looking at it oddly. He went over and licked it several more times. Then he just left it sitting there in the middle of the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work nights so I sleep during the day. When it was time to go to bed I picked up his "puppy" (a stuffed, fleece puppy that Oliver loves) and the bone and upstairs we went. He was laying on the bed and the next thing I know he starts chewing the marrow out of the middle of the bone. After a while he went to sleep and the bone fell off the bed. I got up to get something and when I came back into the room the bone was nowhere to be found. "That's odd!", I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, when I got up and was getting ready for work, I was downstairs talking to my husband. He was telling me about Oliver and his bone! It was soooo funny!! First Oliver hid the bone under the dining room table. He got down on his belly and did the "army crawl" under the dining room chair to hide it there. When he realized that people knew where he hid the bone he took it and hid it in another room. As of the time I left for work no one could find it. Oliver was sitting in the middle of the living room looking like he was saying "Ha ha - you can't find it!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that this isn't the last of Oliver's antics! Like I said - he's a very funny dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that we adopted him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-3226148156821612153?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3226148156821612153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=3226148156821612153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/3226148156821612153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/3226148156821612153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/bad-to-bone.html' title='Bad to the bone.........'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-2665727834822152219</id><published>2007-12-03T03:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T03:39:53.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And they call it puppy love..............</title><content type='html'>I've wanted a dog for a long time. I always knew that if and when I got a dog I would adopt one from a rescue organization. Well, a few weeks ago I made the decision that I wanted a dog. I wanted a small, cuddly dog. One that was a lap dog. I did my internet research. I checked petfinder.com and other sites. I finally found a dog that was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across an ad for Fern Hollow Farm Animal Rescue. They had a cute little tan and white chihuahua. There was no picture of him on the post but he sounded perfect. He was listed as a baby and weighed in at 6 pounds. So I emailed Fern Hollow and they emailed me back an adoption application. I emailed the application back and the next day I went to pick up my new baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to Fern Hollow there was a lady there with a little dog on the end of a leash. The lady had told me that she had had others look at "Rufus" (that's what his foster family called him) and she wouldn't let them adopt him because he didn't react well to them. So I got out of the car and went around to the other side. All of a sudden this little dog came bolting up to me! He started hugging and kissing me. The lady looked at me and said "Rufus has now found his forever home!". I was so happy!! The lady said she had never seen "Rufus" react to anyone this way! So into the car "Rufus" went. I took him home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rufus" and I had a long 1 1/2 hour ride home. I kept looking at "Rufus" and thinking that he didn't look like a "Rufus". I decided that we would have to change his name. I took "Rufus" to meet my daughter at her work. She was holding him on her lap and looked at me and said "Mom, he now has a name!". I asked her what it was. She said "Oliver". I thought for a moment and looked at him and decided that that was the perfect name for him! He definitely looked like an "Oliver". So now he had a name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had Oliver for two weeks now. It's amazing how one 7 pound little creature can capture your heart. He is the sweetest dog! He gives unconditional love. I can't help but to spoil him rotten! He is so cute! He is also so appreciative of everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good about my decision to adopt Oliver. I saved his life! There are so many dogs out there that need homes. I'm glad that I was able to give one sweet little chihuahua a loving home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say in closing that if you're looking to add an animal to your family please consider adopting one from a rescue organization or an animal shelter.  There are so many more animals out there that need loving homes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-2665727834822152219?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2665727834822152219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=2665727834822152219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/2665727834822152219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/2665727834822152219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-they-call-it-puppy-love.html' title='And they call it puppy love..............'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8668445346374522623.post-6931863686355253715</id><published>2007-12-01T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T05:16:45.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to know you..............</title><content type='html'>My name is Beth and this is my story. I wasn't born obese. I came into this world on June 15, 1964 weighing 6 pounds 6 ounces. During my childhood, even though I was thin, my father would tease me about my weight and call me names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My childhood wasn't always a happy one. I mean it had it's happy moments but it was difficult. I was adopted when I was 3 weeks old. I was adopted into an alcoholic dysfunctional family. My brother, who was 7 years older, and my father were alcoholics. I was emotionally, physically and sexually abused by my father until I was 16 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 16 I met my first husband. He and I married when I was 18. It wasn't until I was 20 that I realized that what my father had done to me was wrong. Until that time I thought it was a dirty secret. I thought what my father had done to me was my fault - that there was something wrong with me. So, of course, after I got married I turned to food for comfort. I gained 40 pounds in my first two years of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got pregnant with my first daughter in 1985. I gained 80 pounds with this pregnancy. I gave birth to my first daughter, Stefanie Nicole, on December 18th, 1985. She came into this world weighing 10 pounds 2 ounces. I used her weight as an excuse for why I gained so much weight during her pregnancy. I lost 60 pounds in the first two years after she was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1989 I had a rough year. My mother died at age 52 of heart failure. She was my best friend and she died so suddenly. Also during that time my husband got fired from his job. He found another job but then decided he loved me but was not in love with me. My marriage was on the rocks. I turned to food for comfort then too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in October of 1989 I found out I was pregnant with my second daughter. My first husband was not happy about this. I gained 60 pounds during this pregnancy. My second daughter, Kaela Marie, came into this world on June 29, 1990 weighing 7 pounds 7 ounces. My first marriage lasted 2 ½ years after Kaela was born. I never lost the 60 pounds I gained during my pregnancy with Kaela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1992 my first husband left me. I was totally devastated. I felt like a total failure. I felt I would never be able to get through life without him. I was at the lowest point in my life. I used food as comfort. I would eat and not feel any better so I would eat more. My weight kept going up and up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May of 1995 I hit rock bottom. My weight at that time was 270 pounds. I felt I couldn't go on any longer. I felt like dying was the only way out. So one evening I lined up 20 percocet and 30 Tylenol with codeine and a glass of water. I was getting ready to take them all when a good friend of mine walked in and stopped me.&lt;br /&gt;It's funny - I believe in God and I believe in angels. I believe God sent my friend as an angel that evening. She wasn't supposed to come over that evening but she just had a strong feeling that she couldn't ignore that she had to come over to my apartment. She did come over and it saved my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the next few months (and years) I went through counseling. I gained my strength emotionally but continued to use food for comfort. Ice cream, cookies, Twinkies, ho-ho's - they were my friends - so I thought! My weight soared to my all time high of 350 pounds. I am 5'7" and was in denial when I looked in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating - oh that was another issue! Men didn't respect me. Some of them weren't even nice to me. I would settle for just about anything just to get attention from men. I then realized that I didn't have to just settle for just anything. I didn't date for about a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2001 I decided to post an ad on the internet. I was just looking for a friend. I didn't want a relationship - so I thought. In July of 2001 I answered an ad. I didn't hear anything for 2 weeks. Then I got an email from a man named Bob. He and I emailed each other for 2 weeks. Then we spoke on the phone for 2 weeks. The more we talked the more we had in common. We decided it was time to meet face to face. He asked what I looked like. I thought - uh-oh - here we go. He's going to find out I'm fat and that will be it. I told him I was overweight. He said he didn't care. He said he liked what was on the inside and that the outside didn't matter to him. We met face to face on August 27, 2001 and it was love at first sight! For the first time in a long time someone accepted me for who and what I was. Bob and I were married on June 30, 2003. He is a wonderful man and we have a wonderful marriage. He is my rock. He taught me that I could love myself just as I was. After all, he loved me for who I was and what I was so why shouldn't I love me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after I met Bob I still had my weight to deal with. I had tried lots of diets - Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, shakes, pills, cabbage soup diet - you name it I tried it. I would lose some weight and then go off of the diet and gain it right back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May 2002 I was at a family get together. A cousin of mine who had been overweight all her life was there and she had lost weight. She looked great! I asked her how she had done it and she told me that she had had gastric bypass surgery. I decided then to have gastric bypass surgery. On September 4, 2002 I had gastric bypass surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first two years after the surgery I lost 190 pounds. I looked and felt great. I was at goal - 160 pounds. I became too comfortable with the surgery though. During the first 2 years I could eat anything and still lose weight. During the second year I started to discover ways of getting around the surgery. During the third year I gained back 50 pounds. Even though foods that were too high in sugar and fat made me sick I still ate them. My weight went back up to 210 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In September 2005 I decided it was time to take back control of my weight. I started exercising again. For 3 weeks I tried a low carb high protein diet. I lost 6 pounds in the first 2 weeks and gained 2 pounds in the 3rd week. During this time I had started emailing Richard Simmons. He would email me back and tell me his thoughts on the low carb high protein diet. He kept telling me to try his food mover. Well, after gaining 2 pounds in the 3rd week and getting yet another email from Richard telling to use the food mover I decided to give it a try. It really does work!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I've come a long way. I now lead a full and happy life. I have my husband, 2 daughters, a granddaughter, a grandson, a son-in-law, a stepson, a step daughter-in-law, 3 step grandsons and my mother-in-law. I also have a full time job and many hobbies I keep up with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8668445346374522623-6931863686355253715?l=bubblybethblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6931863686355253715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8668445346374522623&amp;postID=6931863686355253715' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/6931863686355253715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8668445346374522623/posts/default/6931863686355253715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblybethblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/getting-to-know-you.html' title='Getting to know you..............'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12397013765975861973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_grMTo4TZU3I/R4v3SY4o4nI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MGNJdMAL4QE/S220/beth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
