<?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-8699050833475968346</id><updated>2012-01-12T15:35:23.874-05:00</updated><category term='Wednesday&apos;s Wisdom'/><category term='Kyle'/><category term='Missy'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Tuesday&apos;s Tickler'/><category term='Friday&apos;s Funny'/><category term='Monday&apos;s Memory'/><category term='ABC&apos;s of Life'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Wishful Wednesday'/><category term='Thursday&apos;s Thought'/><category term='Wordless Wednesday'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Rambling Thoughts'/><category term='My Life in Pictures'/><title type='text'>Lipplounge</title><subtitle type='html'>The ramblings of my family and me!  Where does "Lipplounge" originate?  We say if we're ever fortunate enough to have a beach cottage, "Lipplounge" will be its name.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-510678945644972956</id><published>2012-01-12T15:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:35:23.886-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>What Will People Remember About You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;People will forget what you said.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;People will forget what you did.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;People will never forget how you made them feel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I saw this on a friend's Facebook profile today.  The truthfulness behind this really impacted me in a way I had never given thought.  What will people remember about you?&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/8699050833475968346-510678945644972956?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/510678945644972956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-will-people-remember-about-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/510678945644972956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/510678945644972956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-will-people-remember-about-you.html' title='What Will People Remember About You?'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-6227584065093556005</id><published>2011-12-28T21:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T22:16:04.381-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wednesday&apos;s Wisdom'/><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This week I have been reflecting on some changes I want to make in my life for 2012.  I have mentioned before that I simply do not bother making New Year's resolutions.  They are a waste of time.  By February practically every one has gone by the wayside.  Instead I try to just make small adjustments to my life - additions, deletions, tweaking.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Several months ago I mentioned "Me Time."  My cousin attended a conference this year, and "Me Time" was one of the areas covered.  They discussed how an individual needs daily "Me Time" for good mental health.  I agree!  The hard part is finding the time for "Me Time" in an otherwise busy life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recently I ran across an article addressing the &lt;a href="http://www.everydayhealth.com/emotional-health/7-daily-tricks-to-fight-a-frazzled-brain.aspx#/slide-1"&gt;best habits for a healthy mind&lt;/a&gt;.  Essentially I feel it's addressing "Me Time."  It addresses ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Focus Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Play Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Connecting Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Physical Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time In&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Down Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleep Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take a moment to read the article.  Then take a few moments this week and reflect on how you can integrate "Me Time" into your daily/weekly schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-6227584065093556005?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/6227584065093556005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/12/reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/6227584065093556005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/6227584065093556005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/12/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-4478985688306493796</id><published>2011-12-27T22:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T22:14:51.029-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The ABC's of Genuine Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NCV7GfbRjhI/TvqJRMR7WAI/AAAAAAAAAZo/DZGXjZ4AtfI/s1600/tumblr_li7vakC6F91qdzpbco1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NCV7GfbRjhI/TvqJRMR7WAI/AAAAAAAAAZo/DZGXjZ4AtfI/s400/tumblr_li7vakC6F91qdzpbco1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691012007583242242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw this on &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt; today and really enjoyed reading the thoughts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-4478985688306493796?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/4478985688306493796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/12/abcs-of-genuine-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/4478985688306493796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/4478985688306493796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/12/abcs-of-genuine-happiness.html' title='The ABC&apos;s of Genuine Happiness'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NCV7GfbRjhI/TvqJRMR7WAI/AAAAAAAAAZo/DZGXjZ4AtfI/s72-c/tumblr_li7vakC6F91qdzpbco1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-7164019823182579025</id><published>2011-12-19T21:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T21:10:53.161-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><title type='text'>One Day At A Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2GfOFEcPbaU/Tu_uPfwLnvI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/HBbYBXun35E/s1600/381023_923049983607_33608357_39112621_287110943_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2GfOFEcPbaU/Tu_uPfwLnvI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/HBbYBXun35E/s320/381023_923049983607_33608357_39112621_287110943_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688026804381261554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-7164019823182579025?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/7164019823182579025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-day-at-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/7164019823182579025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/7164019823182579025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-day-at-time.html' title='One Day At A Time!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2GfOFEcPbaU/Tu_uPfwLnvI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/HBbYBXun35E/s72-c/381023_923049983607_33608357_39112621_287110943_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-362554175942402022</id><published>2011-12-12T17:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T17:17:19.531-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can say "I'm sorry" a million times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can say "I love you" as much as you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can say whatever you want whenever you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But if you are not going to prove that the things you say are true,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then do not say anything at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because if you cannot show it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your words do not mean a thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(Found on &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/"&gt;Pinterest.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-362554175942402022?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/362554175942402022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/12/truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/362554175942402022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/362554175942402022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/12/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-6225931037224841553</id><published>2011-12-08T18:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T18:30:10.687-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Life Is Short</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;This was part of a signature line in an email I received. What a beautiful sentiment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Life is short and we do not have much time to gladden the hearts of those who travel the way with us.  So be swift to love, and make haste to be kind, and may the blessing of God be upon you this day and always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-6225931037224841553?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/6225931037224841553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/12/life-is-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/6225931037224841553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/6225931037224841553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/12/life-is-short.html' title='Life Is Short'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-6712576145076327747</id><published>2011-11-30T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T21:24:57.852-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I am thankful for ......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A good number of my friends on Facebook are doing a "Daily Gratitude" during the month of November.  With Thanksgiving being this month it's an excellent time to explore the many things and individuals we are grateful for in our lives.  Another reminded me that November is "National Blog Month" where the idea is to blog every day during the month.  I have decided to combine the two!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am thankful for ......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.  ...... all my Pampered Paws's clients.  They allow me to be one of the very few people in life who can truthfully say "I love my job!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2.  ...... the morals, values, and lessons my mother shared with me.  She passed away 29 years ago today when I was 26 years old.  Every day I think of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3.  ...... my husband.  I have a husband who knows exactly how to "handle" me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4.  ...... my son.  He has grown to be such an amazing man and brings a great deal of joy to my life.  I am so very proud of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. ...... my dearest friend.  We truly "get" one another and value each other as individuals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7.  ...... an upcoming trip.  I'm truly looking forward to spending time with my cousin.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8.  ...... the beauty of nature.  I derive so much pleasure from watching the wildlife in my back yard -- ducks, geese, birds.  They bring peace to a sometimes hectic existence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. ...... pencil and paper.  In this world of ALL electronic gadgets I am so thankful that pencil and paper have not become extinct!  I have to write it down and have it in my hand to see in order to remember!  Sad ...... but true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. ...... my little dog, Pepper, and the unconditional love she shows me every day.  Our pets are the only living creatures in our lives that overlook our flaws and give us all the love they have and ask absolutely nothing in return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11. ...... the many veterans who have served our country unselfishly allowing me to live a life in freedom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12. ...... the many, many hours people have put into my family's lineage so that I am now gaining a better knowledge of 'what I came from.' I'm amazed at how what I thought was such a small family has suddenly grown beyond my wildest imagination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;13. ...... all those who came before me and paved the way for me to be who I am today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;14. ...... rediscovering a wonderful relationship with my cousin. It's wonderful to have my cousin again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;15. ..... the beautiful colors of Fall!  Observing the colors painted on the world's canvas makes my daily drive peaceful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;16. ...... for the small things that make my life "comfortable."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;17. ...... the opportunity to spend an afternoon with a good friend - chatting, eating, and catching up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;18. ..... my good friend Cindy.  Today is her birthday, and I wish her many, many more happy birthdays to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;19. ...... all the wonderful memories I have of all the good times I spent with my Dad. Today would have been his 87th birthday. I miss him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;20. ...... slow days allowing me to relax and play "catch up."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;21. ...... skilled surgeons and prayer as my dear, dear friend's husband undergoes back surgery today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;22. ...... the many pets I see daily as a pet sitter!  Their little wagging tails and bright eyes have the ability to change even the worse mood or day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;23. ...... the little bit of time I spent in the kitchen with my Mom when I was a kid. Every once in a while it comes in handy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;24. ...... the friends I have and the part they play in my life. Also for having my cousin in my life again!  I'm also very thankful for my family whom I love immensely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;25. ...... my son still inviting me to spend time with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;26. ...... the fantastic healing my friend's husband is experiencing after his surgery!  You would never know he had back surgery just 5 days ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;27. ...... early morning peace I find with my cup of coffee and ESPN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;28. ...... modern technology. I may curse it from time to time but many aspects of today's technology make life so much easier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;29. ...... radio stations that play Christmas music 24 hours a day! We have two in the area, and they put me in the Christmas spirit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;30. ...... my health!  Many deal daily with serious illnesses; I feel blessed to only deal with minor aches and pains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-6712576145076327747?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/6712576145076327747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-thankful-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/6712576145076327747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/6712576145076327747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-thankful-for.html' title='I am thankful for ......'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-5143491029380770121</id><published>2011-08-08T21:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T22:30:00.331-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Waterbeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waterbeds are &lt;i&gt;fantastic&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waterbeds are frustrating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waterbeds are&lt;i&gt; wonderful&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waterbeds are worrisome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have a waterbed.  In fact, our son has a waterbed.  I suppose you could say we're a family of waterbed lovers.  When I met my husband, I had what I call a "regular" bed.  You know, a bed with a mattress and springs.  He had a waterbed and wanted to have another when he moved in with me.  So ...... we got a waterbed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They are, without a doubt, the most comfortable beds around.  They are heated.  On a cold winter night there isn't anything better than crawling between the sheets of a heated waterbed. There isn't an inch of you that isn't supported.  The water envelopes you.  When I'm away from home, after several nights of sleeping on a "regular" bed I can't wait to get home to my waterbed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now ...... to counteract all the wonderful things about having a waterbed are the several different things that can cause sheer frustration.  If the heater should break, there is nothing colder than sleeping in a bed where the water is slowly losing its temperature.  &lt;i&gt;That water is cold&lt;/i&gt;!  If the mattress should develop a leak, there is nothing more frustrating than to realize your hands are a little wet when tucking the sheets in while making the bed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You can replace a heater by draining the bed partially ...... maneuvering the old heater out from under a partially filled mattress ...... carefully maneuvering the new heater under a partially filled mattress ...... then capping off the full water capacity in the mattress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You can patch a small leak in a mattress.  However, let's say you have a leak at the seam. They're not easily repaired.  The seam is weakened ...... and ...... if you have a California King waterbed, you have over 500 gallons of water in a mattress with a weak seam.  It's just a matter of time before the seam weakens again.  Then the problem starts all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So ...... you spend an entire afternoon searching for another mattress.  They're not the easiest things to find any longer.  Then ...... you get to drain as much of the water out of the old mattress as possible so you can lift it out of the bed frame.  This is easier said than done - the fibers in the mattress which maintain the "waveless" action absorbs the water - the water doesn't drain from the fibers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then ...... you begin filling the new mattress - remember we're filling it with over 200+ gallons of water.  Do you know how long it takes 200+ gallons of water to heat?  It's not done in a day. It's not done in two days.  It usually takes about three days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waterbeds are &lt;i&gt;fantastic&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waterbeds are frustrating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waterbeds are &lt;i&gt;wonderful&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waterbeds are worrisome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-5143491029380770121?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/5143491029380770121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/08/waterbeds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/5143491029380770121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/5143491029380770121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/08/waterbeds.html' title='Waterbeds'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-4582079100429672656</id><published>2011-07-29T22:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T22:16:10.684-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABC&apos;s of Life'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is like a poker game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes you deal the cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes you are dealt the cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It includes skill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It includes luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You bet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You bluff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You raise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You learn from those who play with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes you win with a pair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes you lose with a full house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But whatever happens ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's best to keep on shuffling along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-4582079100429672656?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/4582079100429672656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/07/life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/4582079100429672656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/4582079100429672656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/07/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-3161971382981823079</id><published>2011-07-24T22:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T22:13:41.618-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Everyone Has A Secret!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(169, 138, 101); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;“Everyone has a secret they haven’t shared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(169, 138, 101); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;Everyone has a past no one’s heard about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(169, 138, 101); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;Everyone has talents that people don’t notice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(169, 138, 101); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;Everyone has weaknesses hidden inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(169, 138, 101); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;Everyone has a story left untold, so never start judging someone thinking you know them back to front. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(169, 138, 101); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;Because the truth is, you probably don’t.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-3161971382981823079?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-388412159976518499</id><published>2011-07-22T08:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T22:05:48.637-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday&apos;s Funny'/><title type='text'>Hot Outside?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QYIMqY2khZw/Tilyg-kP4OI/AAAAAAAAAZI/f3yC5kIMj5Q/s1600/FwdHa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QYIMqY2khZw/Tilyg-kP4OI/AAAAAAAAAZI/f3yC5kIMj5Q/s320/FwdHa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632158719879930082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're having some major heat.  A friend sent this, and I think it says it all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-388412159976518499?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/388412159976518499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-outside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/388412159976518499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/388412159976518499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-outside.html' title='Hot Outside?'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QYIMqY2khZw/Tilyg-kP4OI/AAAAAAAAAZI/f3yC5kIMj5Q/s72-c/FwdHa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-975491839935458188</id><published>2011-07-20T19:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T19:26:37.980-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NqCJkEQidzQ/Tidj-Pe99DI/AAAAAAAAAZA/vSmvTCoNKTI/s1600/15113060_BG1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NqCJkEQidzQ/Tidj-Pe99DI/AAAAAAAAAZA/vSmvTCoNKTI/s320/15113060_BG1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631579780009554994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-975491839935458188?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/975491839935458188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/975491839935458188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/975491839935458188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NqCJkEQidzQ/Tidj-Pe99DI/AAAAAAAAAZA/vSmvTCoNKTI/s72-c/15113060_BG1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-8250714512541238885</id><published>2011-07-19T08:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T08:34:36.182-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><title type='text'>Read Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When blogging "My Life in Pictures," I chose &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nicholassparks.com/LearnMore.asp?BookID=5"&gt;A Bend in the Road&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;by Nicholas Sparks as my favorite book.  It's a wonderful story showcasing how our lives intermingle with the lives of others - those we don't even know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recently my cousin told me I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to read &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rosamundlupton.com/books/us/"&gt;Sister&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;by Rosamund Lupton.  It is now my favorite book!  It is wonderful!  Trust me when I tell you -&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; you have to read this book!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Simply by the title I thought it was a "chick" book - nope!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Simply by the title I thought it was a "touchy, feelly" book - nope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Reading, for me, is an escape.  I find reading relaxing.  For me, there's nothing better than reading a book I simply cannot put down.  &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rosamundlupton.com/books/us/"&gt;Sister&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; met all my requirements.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;May I suggest you read this book with a friend.  Trust me when I tell you - &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;you will want to discuss this story line with someone when you finish reading the book!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=2110463955141&amp;amp;oid=496921555018&amp;amp;comments"&gt;Read Forever!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-8250714512541238885?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/8250714512541238885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/07/read-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/8250714512541238885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/8250714512541238885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/07/read-forever.html' title='Read Forever'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-2931177045430330174</id><published>2011-07-18T16:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T17:00:52.442-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Five Things You Can Never Recover in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.  The &lt;i&gt;stone&lt;/i&gt; ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after it's thrown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2.  The &lt;i&gt;word&lt;/i&gt; ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after it's spoken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3.  The &lt;i&gt;occasion&lt;/i&gt; ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after it's missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4.  The &lt;i&gt;time&lt;/i&gt; ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after it's gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5.  The &lt;i&gt;person&lt;/i&gt; ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after they've died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I saw this on Facebook this afternoon and thought it was well worth passing along!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-2931177045430330174?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/2931177045430330174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/07/five-things-you-can-never-recover-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/2931177045430330174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/2931177045430330174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/07/five-things-you-can-never-recover-in.html' title='Five Things You Can Never Recover in Life'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-9213122150825648017</id><published>2011-07-17T18:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T18:54:12.711-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><title type='text'>"Me" Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recently I was told we should attempt to schedule 30 minutes to 1 hour of "me" time daily. Hmmm .... I thought.  This doesn't sound like a bad idea.  I was told the best way to always get your "me" time is to &lt;i&gt;schedule&lt;/i&gt; it on your daily calendar just as you would any appointment.  It should be &lt;i&gt;treated &lt;/i&gt;as an appointment! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week I relayed this information to my "Sweet Tea Therapy" friend.  I've written in the past how this particular friend and I get together once a week (this is our goal) - during this time we discuss anything and everything, complain about everything and everyone.  We thoroughly enjoy one another's company and treasure each other's advice and insight.  She questioned the "me" time theory by pointing out to me that it could be difficult to schedule this time daily because of our families.  She pointed out to me that perhaps we don't get to schedule "me" time daily, but we strive to schedule "me" time weekly - Sweet Tea Therapy!  &lt;i&gt;Afterall, our therapy lasts an entire afternoon generally.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's my dilemma ...... as soon as I begin "me" time one of these two things will invariably occur!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think of something around the house that I need to complete or start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone in my family will need me to locate something for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone in my family will need my help to complete something they're doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you schedule "me" time on a regular basis, how to do handle the outside influences?  I'd love to discover the thoughts of others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-9213122150825648017?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/9213122150825648017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/07/me-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/9213122150825648017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/9213122150825648017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/07/me-time.html' title='&quot;Me&quot; Time'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-7476664343137826015</id><published>2011-07-13T15:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T16:14:56.695-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABC&apos;s of Life'/><title type='text'>The ABC's of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been away for a while.  Many different factors entered into my absence - many things I had to just work my way through, and I feel that I have finally completed that process.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week my family and I vacationed in the Outer Banks of North Carolina.  If you've never been there, &lt;i&gt;why on earth not?&lt;/i&gt;  I've stated before on my blog that I find the water calming ...... I find the water peaceful.  During many hours of just sitting and observing the surf and many long walks, I was able to think and sort through thoughts, emotions, much sadness, and anger.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Years ago I was in therapy for a little over a year.  It was a taboo topic at that time and few people knew then or know now.  As a matter of fact, I took my son completely off-guard the other night when we were chatting by telling him this.  During those therapy sessions I learned two very important things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.  There is absolutely nothing or no one I can change.  All I can change is how I react and handle situations or individuals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2.  Sometimes, for me, it's simply best to exorcise people and situations from my life as a way of coping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is when I more or less developed two mantras for life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.  I'm not in charge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2.  I truly have no opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With all that said ...... I developed in my mind a new topic to periodically blog -- The ABC's of Life.  With the help of my cousin I've developed a topic for each letter of the alphabet (there are some letters still without topics - hopefully I'll come up with something before I reach that point in the alphabet)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They'll be intermingled here and there a little at a time!  Stay tuned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-7476664343137826015?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/7476664343137826015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/07/abcs-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/7476664343137826015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/7476664343137826015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/07/abcs-of-life.html' title='The ABC&apos;s of Life'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-4521527280568989760</id><published>2011-07-11T21:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T22:04:37.678-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><title type='text'>It's Over!  FINALLY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever had someone riding your tail while driving down the highway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever thought to yourself, "go ahead ..... ride my butt ...... you can buy me a new car?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well ...... don't!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On September 8, 2010 I was so excited because the next morning I was flying to FL to be with my oldest and dearest friend.  We were all gathering for her mother's birthday 78th birthday. You know how it is the day before you leave town ...... you have a thousand and one things on your list to accomplish.  I was on the go all day ...... all I had left to do was pack and get a manicure!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While waiting on the highway - at a dead stop - to turn into the manicurist's driveway, I was rear ended by a driver who was going at least 45 mph and looking down.  She never saw me until she hit me.  Just exactly what I wanted to deal with just 12 hours before boarding an airplane - a nice long visit to the emergency room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After several months of doctor and dental visits, the fun really began.  Dealing with the driver's insurance company.  If you've ever been in this position, you know exactly how I've felt and all the hassles I've endured.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But ...... after tomorrow it should all be over!!!  I will be able to go to sleep tonight for the first time in close to one year without a single thought dealing with that accident.  I can imagine those sweet dreams already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-4521527280568989760?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/4521527280568989760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-over-finally.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/4521527280568989760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/4521527280568989760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-over-finally.html' title='It&apos;s Over!  FINALLY!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-4468687605552584681</id><published>2011-04-22T11:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T11:22:19.316-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday&apos;s Funny'/><title type='text'>Communication: Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JrS_XjO-Lio/TbGc-JY4m1I/AAAAAAAAAY0/kurigDr33Wc/s1600/186453.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598428403284351826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JrS_XjO-Lio/TbGc-JY4m1I/AAAAAAAAAY0/kurigDr33Wc/s400/186453.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I'd known today's &lt;a href="http://www.arcamax.com/thefunnies/zits/"&gt;Zit&lt;/a&gt; cartoon was going to be so appropriate for yesterday's post, I would have waited until today to make the post! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-4468687605552584681?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/4468687605552584681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/04/communication-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/4468687605552584681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/4468687605552584681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/04/communication-part-2.html' title='Communication: Part 2'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JrS_XjO-Lio/TbGc-JY4m1I/AAAAAAAAAY0/kurigDr33Wc/s72-c/186453.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-2030569482458075455</id><published>2011-04-21T14:55:00.022-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T15:40:57.956-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Communication</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8RWD_ElaI8w/TbCAtkFJFEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/IuXinRwZVsY/s1600/179642.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598115857089238082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8RWD_ElaI8w/TbCAtkFJFEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/IuXinRwZVsY/s400/179642.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you entered the world of texting? I entered kicking and screaming. I used to admonish my son for texting - "Why in the world can't you just call them?" I'd say - "What's the problem? Are you afraid someone might hear your conversation?" I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then there was the constant struggle to get him to respond to me when I'd call! Every time I called him I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; went to voice mail. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALWAYS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; At first my message simply said, "call me." Then they progressed to a sterner, "this is your mother, call me." Then they progressed to a totally irritated, "this is your mother, the person who pays the bill, the least you could do is answer the phone." Then I'd wait and wait and wait and wait to get a return phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But ...... I discovered that if I sent him a text -- &lt;strong&gt;BAM&lt;/strong&gt; -- I got an immediate response. What's with that? Now I text &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the time. I text him - I text friends - I post to my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; accounts through texting - I text clients. Heck! he and I can be sitting in the same room and text one another; that's why I related &lt;em&gt;so well&lt;/em&gt; to the above cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pitiful.&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/8699050833475968346-2030569482458075455?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/2030569482458075455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/04/communication.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/2030569482458075455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/2030569482458075455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/04/communication.html' title='Communication'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8RWD_ElaI8w/TbCAtkFJFEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/IuXinRwZVsY/s72-c/179642.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-12669057054711636</id><published>2011-04-20T15:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T15:22:51.164-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FCnVn8pN5IQ/Ta8ydDD_wiI/AAAAAAAAAYk/31S1dMW6OQs/s1600/185836.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597748336464478754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FCnVn8pN5IQ/Ta8ydDD_wiI/AAAAAAAAAYk/31S1dMW6OQs/s400/185836.gif" /&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/8699050833475968346-12669057054711636?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/12669057054711636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/04/wordless-wednesday_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/12669057054711636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/12669057054711636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/04/wordless-wednesday_20.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FCnVn8pN5IQ/Ta8ydDD_wiI/AAAAAAAAAYk/31S1dMW6OQs/s72-c/185836.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-1470344770874212262</id><published>2011-04-18T15:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T15:29:36.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life in Pictures! #27, #28, #29</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Where did they go? I have no idea! They were all posted here for others to enjoy; this afternoon I signed on to work on my blog and they were gone - pictures and everything. Oh well! I hope you got to see them, as well as the Sandal Sisterhood pledge. :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-1470344770874212262?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/1470344770874212262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-life-in-pictures-27-28-29.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/1470344770874212262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/1470344770874212262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-life-in-pictures-27-28-29.html' title='My Life in Pictures! #27, #28, #29'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-4991489582614535691</id><published>2011-04-13T08:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T08:37:45.887-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DTulSYoGMPg/TaWZDGi6p0I/AAAAAAAAAYM/zp8qABeopVk/s1600/180144.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595046390653429570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DTulSYoGMPg/TaWZDGi6p0I/AAAAAAAAAYM/zp8qABeopVk/s400/180144.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O8_7lt6oMhQ/TaWY2BbYhjI/AAAAAAAAAYE/dAhdPOD7_Qk/s1600/180144.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&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/8699050833475968346-4991489582614535691?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/4991489582614535691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/04/wordless-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/4991489582614535691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/4991489582614535691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/04/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DTulSYoGMPg/TaWZDGi6p0I/AAAAAAAAAYM/zp8qABeopVk/s72-c/180144.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-2723152285058350310</id><published>2011-04-07T09:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T09:40:14.073-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life in Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Life in Pictures!  #26</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0121PIQbA_c/TZ2-LixXPuI/AAAAAAAAAXs/y-bVotea83Y/s1600/100613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592835417785712354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0121PIQbA_c/TZ2-LixXPuI/AAAAAAAAAXs/y-bVotea83Y/s200/100613.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A picture of your favorite night&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My favorite night of the entire week is &lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;! Although, I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; like routines, for me Friday brings an end to the "routine" of the week. You're familiar with that routine - laundry, cleaning, work, packing lunches, cooking ...... I could go on and on. Friday nights allow me to take a deep breath and relax from the previous week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As a pet sitter I work most weekends - when others are off for weekends and holidays, that's when I'm needed the most - but I'm allowed the freedom of not having to work in all the usual "week to-dos" around my runs. I can enjoy time with my family or alone - nothing is scheduled - I can play "catch-up" from the week or just lounge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course, after the 2 days of the weekend and "family" time, I am often &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;ready for Monday morning to get here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-2723152285058350310?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/2723152285058350310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-life-in-pictures-26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/2723152285058350310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/2723152285058350310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-life-in-pictures-26.html' title='My Life in Pictures!  #26'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0121PIQbA_c/TZ2-LixXPuI/AAAAAAAAAXs/y-bVotea83Y/s72-c/100613.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-7870475894431784587</id><published>2011-04-05T22:37:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T22:50:54.855-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life in Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Life in Pictures!  #25</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkVGQQZadzw/TZvUGC5-L3I/AAAAAAAAAXk/QKWL6zRxs0Y/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 70px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592296562634927986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkVGQQZadzw/TZvUGC5-L3I/AAAAAAAAAXk/QKWL6zRxs0Y/s200/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A picture of something you wish you could forget &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I truly believe the message in this picture! Every event in a person's life helps them grow. If you wish to forget the event, then you wish to regress. There's the favorite slogan of mine, "Women Who Behave Rarely Make History."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While I really don't care if I make history, I do hope to live a full life and remember the personal growth from each and every experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-7870475894431784587?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/7870475894431784587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-life-in-pictures-25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/7870475894431784587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/7870475894431784587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-life-in-pictures-25.html' title='My Life in Pictures!  #25'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkVGQQZadzw/TZvUGC5-L3I/AAAAAAAAAXk/QKWL6zRxs0Y/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-613858920638868001</id><published>2011-04-04T22:51:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T23:16:33.592-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life in Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Life in Pictures!  #24</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vfrqiHy31Sk/TZqIXENp3vI/AAAAAAAAAXE/d6rc-eIujCA/s1600/Kyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 74px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591931817183272690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vfrqiHy31Sk/TZqIXENp3vI/AAAAAAAAAXE/d6rc-eIujCA/s200/Kyle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is one "given" in life. Eventually all of us are going to lose people who are dear to us - people we love. It's life's process. We lose brothers, sisters, cousins, parents, aunts, uncles, husbands, wives, and friends. These loses are "naturals" in life's scheme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It is not a "given" in life for a parent to lose a child. A parent should never have to bury their child. It's part of life's process for a child to bury a parent. I cannot imagine the pain or helplessness felt by a parent who has to bury their child.&lt;/p&gt;I cannot imagine my life without my son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-613858920638868001?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/613858920638868001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-life-in-pictures-24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/613858920638868001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/613858920638868001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-life-in-pictures-24.html' title='My Life in Pictures!  #24'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vfrqiHy31Sk/TZqIXENp3vI/AAAAAAAAAXE/d6rc-eIujCA/s72-c/Kyle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-5264774048384136719</id><published>2011-03-29T21:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T21:08:04.434-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life in Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Life in Pictures!  #23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yGy7pIvjWXY/TZKCQprjE8I/AAAAAAAAAW0/sfDObG6D3sI/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589673310098232258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yGy7pIvjWXY/TZKCQprjE8I/AAAAAAAAAW0/sfDObG6D3sI/s200/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A picture of something you wish you could change&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I could change any one thing about me, it would be my immune system. I have the &lt;em&gt;worst&lt;/em&gt; on the &lt;em&gt;planet&lt;/em&gt;! I catch &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;! I jokingly say that if a germ comes to town, it &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; find me. All germs have a map with a huge &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"X"&lt;/span&gt; on it that says, &lt;strong&gt;"MISSY LIVES HERE."&lt;/strong&gt; I don't just catch a cold every now and then - I catch a cold and it hangs on&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; FOREVER!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-5264774048384136719?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/5264774048384136719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/5264774048384136719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/5264774048384136719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-23.html' title='My Life in Pictures!  #23'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yGy7pIvjWXY/TZKCQprjE8I/AAAAAAAAAW0/sfDObG6D3sI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-8608665564520085838</id><published>2011-03-29T20:03:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T22:51:46.010-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life in Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Life in Pictures!  #22</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RqAIMhkuIHs/TZqJ9pQbn4I/AAAAAAAAAXM/tyNU4cmAp8s/s1600/bp-no-one-sign%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 153px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591933579473690498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RqAIMhkuIHs/TZqJ9pQbn4I/AAAAAAAAAXM/tyNU4cmAp8s/s200/bp-no-one-sign%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is there a family member I'd love to trade places with for a day? No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is there a friend I'd love to trade places with for a day? No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is there a celebrity I'd love to trade places with for a day? No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If there any circumstance in life where I'd love to trade places with anyone for a day? No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We all have problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We all have drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We all have heartaches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We all have troubles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We all have ups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We all have downs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We all have misery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We all have happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am happy to say I am very content with my life! I enjoy my life! There is &lt;em&gt;no one&lt;/em&gt; I would rather be than myself! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-8608665564520085838?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/8608665564520085838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-22_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/8608665564520085838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/8608665564520085838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-22_29.html' title='My Life in Pictures!  #22'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RqAIMhkuIHs/TZqJ9pQbn4I/AAAAAAAAAXM/tyNU4cmAp8s/s72-c/bp-no-one-sign%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-1346712446739182086</id><published>2011-03-27T17:11:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T17:20:56.873-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life in Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Life in Pictures!  #21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-54IX6AdT-E4/TY-lXQKPobI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/4shfFWvYy3M/s1600/IMG_20110327_110408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 94px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 126px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588867481483583922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-54IX6AdT-E4/TY-lXQKPobI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/4shfFWvYy3M/s200/IMG_20110327_110408.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A picture of your most treasured item&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was difficult; I have several things my Dad made I treasure, but if damaged they could be repaired. To me a treasured item is something with &lt;em&gt;deep&lt;/em&gt; sentimental value. By that definition I have several items of jewelry that are by no means great monetary value, but their value &lt;em&gt;to me&lt;/em&gt; is irreplaceable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My earrings were given to me by my uncle; they were stones from a ring he once wore but sacrificed because I wanted diamond studs and could not afford them. I wear them every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My signet ring I've worn every day since receiving on my 10th birthday from my dad. It's moved from finger to finger over the years, and the inscripted "M" is so worn that you hardly notice it unless the ring catches the light just right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My wedding band was my mother's wedding band. I began wearing it on my pinkie after her death and wanted to continue; I had the ring redesigned to use as my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The small pinkie ring was my mother's-in-law anniversary gift one year that I always admired. Upon my father's-in-law death she gave me the ring; this touched me more than she will ever know. One day I will pass it down to my grandchild.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My maternal grandmother brought the Jerusalem Cross from the Holy Land. When she passed away, my mother wore it occasionally. The day my mom died I put this cross on, and it hasn't been off my neck a total of 24 hours these past 29 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every Christmas I received a gift from my dad that &lt;em&gt;he shopped &lt;/em&gt;for &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;wrapped. He gave me the small diamond pendant for Christmas when I was 21; I've worn it every day since. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Each and every one of these &lt;em&gt;items&lt;/em&gt; could be replaced, but the replacement would never mean the same to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-1346712446739182086?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/1346712446739182086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/1346712446739182086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/1346712446739182086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-21.html' title='My Life in Pictures!  #21'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-54IX6AdT-E4/TY-lXQKPobI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/4shfFWvYy3M/s72-c/IMG_20110327_110408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-8991084199820342339</id><published>2011-03-26T22:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T22:22:24.781-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life in Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Life in Pictures!  #20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I9gU5vOLFsU/TY6fBef-baI/AAAAAAAAAWI/moYoPBxmJlg/s1600/imagesCAR5MKNF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 102px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 102px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588579035329228194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I9gU5vOLFsU/TY6fBef-baI/AAAAAAAAAWI/moYoPBxmJlg/s200/imagesCAR5MKNF.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A picture of something you're afraid of&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Snakes! They petrify me. I didn't even want to post the picture of one on my blog - I'm not looking at a picture of something that petrifies me on my &lt;em&gt;own &lt;/em&gt;blog - I had to find a whimsical one! I don't like to look at pictures of snakes, see them on TV or in the movies, see them anywhere. Which is sometimes difficult when you live on the water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-8991084199820342339?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/8991084199820342339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/8991084199820342339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/8991084199820342339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-20.html' title='My Life in Pictures!  #20'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I9gU5vOLFsU/TY6fBef-baI/AAAAAAAAAWI/moYoPBxmJlg/s72-c/imagesCAR5MKNF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-5832134448326953669</id><published>2011-03-26T21:48:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T22:08:55.188-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life in Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Life in Pictures!  #19</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AHel1Tl2yT8/TY6bTPq5ItI/AAAAAAAAAWA/vv4dFvegg6k/s1600/861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588574942539621074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AHel1Tl2yT8/TY6bTPq5ItI/AAAAAAAAAWA/vv4dFvegg6k/s200/861.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A picture of your favorite day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Any day on the water is what I would consider my favorite day. I love to be near the water and have lived on the water every day of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To me the water ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... is peaceful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... brings solace &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... is a wonderful place to meditate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... is a place to just be at one with your own thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... is a delightful chance to relax &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me a favorite day would be at the water - whether it's a lake, pond, river, or beach - with my chair, a glass of sweet tea, and a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ahhhhhhh ...... I feel the peace descending on my just thinking about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-5832134448326953669?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/5832134448326953669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/5832134448326953669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/5832134448326953669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-19.html' title='My Life in Pictures!  #19'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AHel1Tl2yT8/TY6bTPq5ItI/AAAAAAAAAWA/vv4dFvegg6k/s72-c/861.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-7181963431443568932</id><published>2011-03-24T19:43:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T21:13:10.855-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life in Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Life in Pictures!  #18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A picture of your biggest insecurity&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend doing the "Life in Pictures" entries is going to think I copied him! But I promise you, buddy, I didn't! I am my biggest insecurity - I am my biggest critic - I am my own worse enemy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S_9PONx0SD8/TYvrG6CWmrI/AAAAAAAAAV4/5fbwKip2Xic/s1600/%25231%2BSteeler%2Bfan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 81px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587818266574101170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S_9PONx0SD8/TYvrG6CWmrI/AAAAAAAAAV4/5fbwKip2Xic/s200/%25231%2BSteeler%2Bfan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am a very straight-forward person. There should be &lt;em&gt;no doubt&lt;/em&gt; in anyones mind where they stand with me. I don't play games - I don't "dance around subjects" - I don't walk the "fine line" - I don't "flip-flop" on issues - I am me and want others to accept me for me. I am very comfortable in my own skin and with the person I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But ...... I don't allow many people to get close to me. My mother once said I lived within a brick wall, and I seldom allow anyone to crawl through the cracks. Keeps out the "riff-raff!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-7181963431443568932?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/7181963431443568932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-18.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/7181963431443568932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/7181963431443568932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-18.html' title='My Life in Pictures!  #18'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S_9PONx0SD8/TYvrG6CWmrI/AAAAAAAAAV4/5fbwKip2Xic/s72-c/%25231%2BSteeler%2Bfan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-7072633010067756390</id><published>2011-03-23T20:11:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T20:32:16.235-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life in Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Life in Pictures!  #17</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A picture of someone you miss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Over the years I've learned that grief is a powerful emotion. Each of the 5 stages of grief - denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance - come upon you like a whirlwind. However, you deal with them and "life goes on."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 142px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587436286266305170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mLQicmIQiEc/TYqPsugH6pI/AAAAAAAAAVo/X1qMt9b-GzQ/s200/471.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jVqV8NpvAeY/TYqPCoIy3hI/AAAAAAAAAVg/_4NqnqgMFs0/s1600/Jim%2B%2526%2BBetty%2BMartin%2B-%2B1954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 117px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587435563003338258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jVqV8NpvAeY/TYqPCoIy3hI/AAAAAAAAAVg/_4NqnqgMFs0/s200/Jim%2B%2526%2BBetty%2BMartin%2B-%2B1954.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom and Dad                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-7072633010067756390?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/7072633010067756390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/7072633010067756390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/7072633010067756390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-17.html' title='My Life in Pictures!  #17'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mLQicmIQiEc/TYqPsugH6pI/AAAAAAAAAVo/X1qMt9b-GzQ/s72-c/471.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-5472006102536034589</id><published>2011-03-22T22:06:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T22:21:06.489-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life in Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Life in Pictures!  #16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A picture of something you want to do before you die&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some want to climb Mt. Kilamanjaro.&lt;br /&gt;Some want to ski the Alps.&lt;br /&gt;Some want to ride the Colorado River rapids.&lt;br /&gt;Some want to hike the Appalachian Trail.&lt;br /&gt;Some want to fly faster than the speed of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nUnqaBZCICM/TYlYy52u1eI/AAAAAAAAAVY/HUKGfQBl6PI/s1600/broadway.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 122px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 84px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587094444276897250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nUnqaBZCICM/TYlYy52u1eI/AAAAAAAAAVY/HUKGfQBl6PI/s200/broadway.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7t2yrk351g/TYlW9lICXaI/AAAAAAAAAVI/AdTmAH0Cgjc/s1600/las-vegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 111px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 95px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587092428667641250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7t2yrk351g/TYlW9lICXaI/AAAAAAAAAVI/AdTmAH0Cgjc/s200/las-vegas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me ...... I want to see the shows and play in the casinos of Las Vegas!&lt;br /&gt;Me ...... I want to walk down Broadway and maybe even attend a Broadway show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need grand and glorious to survive. Simplicity in life is fine with me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-5472006102536034589?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/5472006102536034589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/5472006102536034589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/5472006102536034589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-16.html' title='My Life in Pictures!  #16'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nUnqaBZCICM/TYlYy52u1eI/AAAAAAAAAVY/HUKGfQBl6PI/s72-c/broadway.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-1782332216460891381</id><published>2011-03-21T21:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T21:30:31.576-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life in Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Life in Pictures!  #15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HP5S6lU0DfE/TYf4RJowc8I/AAAAAAAAAUw/nUgkvQoPAe4/s1600/498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 114px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586706836304720834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HP5S6lU0DfE/TYf4RJowc8I/AAAAAAAAAUw/nUgkvQoPAe4/s200/498.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-87eDpTsR5Bw/TYf4Q290eMI/AAAAAAAAAUo/YYiptugWGH4/s1600/432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 149px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586706831292790978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-87eDpTsR5Bw/TYf4Q290eMI/AAAAAAAAAUo/YYiptugWGH4/s200/432.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A picture that makes you laugh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pictures of my son. Yes! my son. This was Spirit Week during his Junior and Senior years of high school. He participated in "Opposite Sex Day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dressed as the Prom Queen he actually has a tiara on his head.  He had a sash and a wrist corsage.  This picture made it in his Senior Yearbook and is framed on my desk - it makes me laugh to this day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-1782332216460891381?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/1782332216460891381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/1782332216460891381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/1782332216460891381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-15.html' title='My Life in Pictures!  #15'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HP5S6lU0DfE/TYf4RJowc8I/AAAAAAAAAUw/nUgkvQoPAe4/s72-c/498.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-4451071018785468017</id><published>2011-03-20T23:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T00:08:01.296-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life in Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Life in Pictures!  #14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cP3OTg83sZc/TYbN7zOO4TI/AAAAAAAAAUg/T6ulRc0xrwA/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 89px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586378815045558578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cP3OTg83sZc/TYbN7zOO4TI/AAAAAAAAAUg/T6ulRc0xrwA/s200/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A picture of something you wish you were better at&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My entire life I have always been what I call a "right field" person. You know the type ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... always together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... always organized&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... always has their "ducks in a row"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... detail individuals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... always "on top of things"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... always knows where everyone is at any given moment of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ...... since passing the big 5-0 it seems I have moved to "left field." You know the type ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... seldom has it together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... can't put their finger on what they want all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... seldom has their "ducks in a row"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... cannot be bothered with details&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... appears to seldom be "with it" - forget about being "on top" of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... can hardly keep up with where they're supposed to be let alone everyone else -- it's an "each man for himself" existence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the past I occasionally visited "left field" but always found my way back to "right field." Now ...... I think I've more or less given up finding my way back to "right field." I'm growing very accustomed to "left field" and am beginning to like it there. I just wish I was a little better at handling "left field."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you're a "right field" person and have never visited "left field," come visit me sometime! I bet you'll like it here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-4451071018785468017?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/4451071018785468017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/4451071018785468017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/4451071018785468017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-14.html' title='My Life in Pictures!  #14'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cP3OTg83sZc/TYbN7zOO4TI/AAAAAAAAAUg/T6ulRc0xrwA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-6608176131952311611</id><published>2011-03-19T21:50:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T22:28:27.371-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life in Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Life in Pictures!  #13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gO3yReEbJKo/TYVluD3FZJI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n3SiV6Rrib0/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 157px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585982754807702674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gO3yReEbJKo/TYVluD3FZJI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n3SiV6Rrib0/s200/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A picture of something you hate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; patience for those who judge others - whether fairly or unfairly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are we to judge anyone?&lt;br /&gt;None of us are any better than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;None of us are perfect.&lt;br /&gt;None of us have all the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if more people would open their hearts and minds and learn to accept others for who they are, the world would be a better place for all of us to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-6608176131952311611?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/6608176131952311611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-13.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/6608176131952311611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/6608176131952311611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-13.html' title='My Life in Pictures!  #13'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gO3yReEbJKo/TYVluD3FZJI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n3SiV6Rrib0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-95173643844898906</id><published>2011-03-18T20:48:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T21:10:37.622-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life in Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Life in Pictures!  #12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AakaTYZHUl8/TYQA92-zziI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/klQHfKJTaOk/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 107px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 149px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585590500577234466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AakaTYZHUl8/TYQA92-zziI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/klQHfKJTaOk/s200/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A picture of someone who inspires you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meet my "sweet tea therapy" buddy! We try to get together once a week for "therapy." During therapy we discuss anything and everything, anyone and everyone - all over sweet tea (having food with our sweet tea goes without saying!). Our sessions are much needed breaks from the realities and complexities of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She is truly an inspiration to anyone she meets. I have &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; known anyone with a more giving spirit, a more gentle nature, a more serving heart. She &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; tries to see both sides to the story; she &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;tries to see the &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; in everyone; she &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; jumps to conclusions. She will do anything for practically anyone. Her spirit is so giving - most of us would have quit giving way before she even begins to consider quitting. I tell her when the day comes she enters Heaven, I want to be by her side so I can say, "I'm with her," so St. Peter will open the gates for me, too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She inspires me to be a better person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-95173643844898906?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/95173643844898906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/95173643844898906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/95173643844898906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-12.html' title='My Life in Pictures!  #12'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AakaTYZHUl8/TYQA92-zziI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/klQHfKJTaOk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-463790117251563781</id><published>2011-03-17T15:22:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T15:43:44.670-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life in Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Life in Pictures!  #11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2C1gD7vEzVg/TYJjVn10TCI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ds12Ibj5Abk/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 141px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585135711015947298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2C1gD7vEzVg/TYJjVn10TCI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ds12Ibj5Abk/s200/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A picture of something you love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; strawberries - can't wait for strawberry season! I've only known one other person that loves &lt;em&gt;fresh &lt;/em&gt;strawberries as much as I - my father-in-law. He always described fresh strawberries as "better than sex." That's what I call &lt;em&gt;crazy over strawberries!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Each strawberry season when I was eatting my first bowl of &lt;em&gt;fresh&lt;/em&gt; berries I would call my father-in-law just to gloat that my berries were in-season, and his weren't yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say, "Guess what I'm doing? I'm eatting &lt;em&gt;fresh&lt;/em&gt; strawberries!"&lt;br /&gt;He'd say, "It's rude to be an a**," &lt;em&gt;and hang up!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last year was the first strawberry season after his death, and I missed our yearly "strawberry ritual." But ...... after finishing my first bowl of &lt;em&gt;fresh &lt;/em&gt;berries that season we had a thunderstorm. I told my husband that was his Dad calling me an a**! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me smile just thinking about it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-463790117251563781?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/463790117251563781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/463790117251563781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/463790117251563781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-11.html' title='My Life in Pictures!  #11'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2C1gD7vEzVg/TYJjVn10TCI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ds12Ibj5Abk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-2721441346679162361</id><published>2011-03-16T22:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T22:25:04.936-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life in Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Life in Pictures!  #10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A picture of your favorite band or artist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584868680754854658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-av98Kb9SPWY/TYFweamY-wI/AAAAAAAAAT4/8VDnayIRYRA/s200/4132V44YATL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584868685842368018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k9DQsiXdCXc/TYFwetjWRhI/AAAAAAAAAUA/yy2OpGsZN1g/s200/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-2721441346679162361?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/2721441346679162361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/2721441346679162361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/2721441346679162361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-10.html' title='My Life in Pictures!  #10'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-av98Kb9SPWY/TYFweamY-wI/AAAAAAAAAT4/8VDnayIRYRA/s72-c/4132V44YATL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-6623452199457813957</id><published>2011-03-15T20:25:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:49:21.790-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life in Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Life in Pictures!  #9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tyGpU_Uzoak/TYAHOq_vS7I/AAAAAAAAATw/9dLLH8LbF2o/s1600/405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584471486580607922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tyGpU_Uzoak/TYAHOq_vS7I/AAAAAAAAATw/9dLLH8LbF2o/s200/405.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A picture that can always make you smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I used to teach high school - Business/Distributive Education and English. The last 2 years I taught I sponsored the Junior Class and then the Senior Class. I always referred to them as "my Seniors;" they were a terrific group of students, and I loved every minute I was with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One Saturday morning when I looked out the front window all I could say was, &lt;em&gt;"oh my."&lt;/em&gt; We had been "rolled" and "forked" during the night. There was toilet paper streaming from the roof, the trees, the porch - everywhere. Plastic forks were sticking everywhere in the front yard. It was the funniest sight! When I opened the front door, the storm door had been "painted" and read, "your Senior girls love you, Mrs. Lippiatt!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Needless to say, we were the talk of the neighborhood that Saturday! We laughed the entire time we cleaned the yard. I put all the toilet paper and plastic forks in a large lawn/garden bag; on Monday morning I took the bag and sat it on a desktop in my room. As "my Seniors" walked in that morning, they would cut their eyes at the bag and then at me; then they'd just look at each other and snicker. All I could do was sit at my desk and smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We laugh about this still! It's a great memory, and one I will definitely never forget!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-6623452199457813957?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/6623452199457813957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/6623452199457813957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/6623452199457813957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-9.html' title='My Life in Pictures!  #9'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tyGpU_Uzoak/TYAHOq_vS7I/AAAAAAAAATw/9dLLH8LbF2o/s72-c/405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-8871489414680508059</id><published>2011-03-14T20:43:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T20:54:37.724-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life in Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Life in Pictures!  #8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43Rj27LLnRc/TX64OWnnh4I/AAAAAAAAATo/mT6QyWjX5Fc/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584103144715421570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43Rj27LLnRc/TX64OWnnh4I/AAAAAAAAATo/mT6QyWjX5Fc/s200/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are many, many places in the United States I want to see and experience, but on my "bucket list" is to visit Finland! My paternal grandfather was born in a small village outside Helsinki, Finland; he left at the age of 13 and never returned - he lived to be in his 90's. My Dad visited several years before he passed away and was thrilled to be in the birthplace of his father. My grandfather was very special to me; I'm very proud of my Scandinavian heritage, and I'd love to experience his homeland and my "roots."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-8871489414680508059?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/8871489414680508059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/8871489414680508059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/8871489414680508059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-8.html' title='My Life in Pictures!  #8'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43Rj27LLnRc/TX64OWnnh4I/AAAAAAAAATo/mT6QyWjX5Fc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-4634979826478947269</id><published>2011-03-13T13:22:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T13:33:01.167-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life in Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Life in Pictures! #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AN2mvzeBfFQ/TXz-wCCJvqI/AAAAAAAAATg/c_1m8Trljug/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 82px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583617739165646498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AN2mvzeBfFQ/TXz-wCCJvqI/AAAAAAAAATg/c_1m8Trljug/s200/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A picture of your favorite book.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are several authors I enjoy; my favorite genre is mystery. However, this is by far the best book I have ever read! It's not necessarily a romantic read; it's not necessarily a mystery. It does show how lives entwine - the lives of those we know, the lives of those we don't know, the lives of those we may meet in the future. Nicholas Sparks has written many wonderful books, but for me this is the best - of any author I've ever read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-4634979826478947269?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/4634979826478947269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/4634979826478947269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/4634979826478947269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-7.html' title='My Life in Pictures! #7'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AN2mvzeBfFQ/TXz-wCCJvqI/AAAAAAAAATg/c_1m8Trljug/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-9204034631798717762</id><published>2011-03-12T16:02:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T16:33:40.016-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life in Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Life in Pictures!  #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ilCRkuz1GOE/TXvl2YgxRDI/AAAAAAAAATY/mfAyTJFCchU/s1600/Missy%2BLippiatt%2B%2526%2BAnn%2BMartens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583308885511455794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ilCRkuz1GOE/TXvl2YgxRDI/AAAAAAAAATY/mfAyTJFCchU/s200/Missy%2BLippiatt%2B%2526%2BAnn%2BMartens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A picture of yourself and a family member.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is my cousin on my father's side. When growing up we lived about an hour apart and were able to see each other frequently. During the summers we would spend time together at one anothers homes, we kept ourselves entertained by counting specific color cars when visiting our grandparents, we giggled together and told each other secrets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ...... suddenly distance came between us. Life got in our way - as it does from time to time - and we lost touch with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She started a career in the Air Force - I started a career in education.&lt;/div&gt;She moved all over the world - I stayed in one place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We spoke briefly on 9/11/2001. She was in the Pentagon when the plane hit. I was able to get her phone number and discovered she was safe. We spoke briefly but then went about our own lives again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were reunited by a quirky set of events this past summer after 30 years and discovered we only live a couple of hours apart! We met for lunch and a few months later for dinner where I was able to introduce her to my son and husband. &lt;em&gt;It warms my heart to know that we're back in touch!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-9204034631798717762?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/9204034631798717762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/9204034631798717762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/9204034631798717762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-6.html' title='My Life in Pictures!  #6'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ilCRkuz1GOE/TXvl2YgxRDI/AAAAAAAAATY/mfAyTJFCchU/s72-c/Missy%2BLippiatt%2B%2526%2BAnn%2BMartens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-2260721223007119455</id><published>2011-03-11T09:50:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T16:24:15.735-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life in Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Life in Pictures! #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DoRuyNZ3HJg/TXo66Quz1zI/AAAAAAAAAS4/svzZUNbULfQ/s1600/Jim%2BMartin%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582839460677277490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DoRuyNZ3HJg/TXo66Quz1zI/AAAAAAAAAS4/svzZUNbULfQ/s200/Jim%2BMartin%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I chose two pictures. The first is my Dad. He got me through so many things in the 40 years he was with me. Many of those things were just childhood mishaps or problems that we all go through. Many of those things he took knowledge of to his grave with him. He was always there for me. He was my rock. I was truly a "Daddy's girl," and he was my "knight in shining armor." I love my Dad deeply still - 15 years after his death - and I miss him terribly. I'd give almost anything to spend one more day with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The second is a very dear friend. It all started with a Longaberger Shades of Autum&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6EoNXybX348/TXo7ipVn97I/AAAAAAAAATI/b5ho4Ou3coo/s1600/Lona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 91px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582840154477295538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6EoNXybX348/TXo7ipVn97I/AAAAAAAAATI/b5ho4Ou3coo/s200/Lona.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n Recipe Basket. I first met her somewhere around 1980. She was a Longaberger Basket consultant holding one of her first shows at a friend's house. Our paths didn't cross again until almost 14 years later, and there she was again holding a show at a friend's house. Her friendship got me through the death of my Dad. If it hadn't been for her, I don't know what I would have done - she was always there, through every single stage of grief - and some of those stages lasted a very long time. She was there through all the anger that turned to revenge that turned to solace - always that constant voice of reassurance and understanding. If she is your friend, you have a rare treasure in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-2260721223007119455?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/2260721223007119455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-5.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/2260721223007119455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/2260721223007119455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-5.html' title='My Life in Pictures! #5'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DoRuyNZ3HJg/TXo66Quz1zI/AAAAAAAAAS4/svzZUNbULfQ/s72-c/Jim%2BMartin%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-8578281267272778317</id><published>2011-03-10T10:04:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T16:25:01.741-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life in Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Life in Pictures! #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vCKrLRqjdXA/TXjtSWThRoI/AAAAAAAAASw/SHvAyHFw15A/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582472637606610562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vCKrLRqjdXA/TXjtSWThRoI/AAAAAAAAASw/SHvAyHFw15A/s200/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A picture of your favorite memory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you know me or have read my blog over time, then you know that I &lt;em&gt;adore&lt;/em&gt; my son. He's the most important person in the world to me. I am so proud of him. He's grown into, not only a fantastic son, a wonderful man. So ...... it only makes sense that the day he was born is my &lt;em&gt;favorite memory&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People told me my life would change completely when he was born. I laughed. They were right.&lt;br /&gt;People told me raising him would be the hardest job I ever had. I laughed. They were right.&lt;br /&gt;People told me I wouldn't just love my son, that I'd fall in love with him. I laughed. They were right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is 21 now. I don't know where these last 21 years have gone - I just know they have gone by quickly. Looking at this picture - it seems like only yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-8578281267272778317?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/8578281267272778317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/8578281267272778317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/8578281267272778317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-4.html' title='My Life in Pictures! #4'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vCKrLRqjdXA/TXjtSWThRoI/AAAAAAAAASw/SHvAyHFw15A/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-8752304712499344749</id><published>2011-03-09T09:59:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T10:50:39.790-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life in Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Life in Pictures! #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A picture of the cast from your favorite show.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've mentioned in the past, sometimes I tend to overthink the simplest things. Hmmmm ...... my favorite show of all time or my favorite show presently? I chose both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My favorite show of all time is "&lt;a href="http://www.andygriffithshow.net/"&gt;The Andy Griffith Show&lt;/a&gt;!" When my family hears that all to f&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J4wNR6_2K3w/TXecW7aiw8I/AAAAAAAAASg/3Vyl3yWrQv8/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 94px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 72px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582102180869096386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J4wNR6_2K3w/TXecW7aiw8I/AAAAAAAAASg/3Vyl3yWrQv8/s200/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;amiliar &lt;a href="http://www.andygriffithshow.net/theme.php"&gt;whistling theme son&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andygriffithshow.net/theme.php"&gt;g&lt;/a&gt;, their eyes begin to roll and the sighs start springing forth! &lt;em&gt;I LOVE THIS SHOW&lt;/em&gt;! Before we're in to the first 10 seconds of the show, I can tell you ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... the show's theme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... the show's plot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... the show's moral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... the show's protagonist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... I can practically quote the entire script word-for-word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Someone I would love to meet - Andy Griffith! To me, that would be as exciting as others meeting a pro athlete. I know ...... it's sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XkEjxGgje90/TXeZ_mQn-9I/AAAAAAAAASY/L6ugmL8XUiw/s1600/modern-family-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 97px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 93px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582099581030104018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XkEjxGgje90/TXeZ_mQn-9I/AAAAAAAAASY/L6ugmL8XUiw/s200/modern-family-poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite show presently is "&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/shows/modern-family"&gt;Modern Family&lt;/a&gt;." This show is fantastic! It's so true to each and every family's circumstances. I'm certain that at some point during each episode you can either relate personally for your own family, someone in your family, or a friend's family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-8752304712499344749?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/8752304712499344749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/8752304712499344749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/8752304712499344749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-3.html' title='My Life in Pictures! #3'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J4wNR6_2K3w/TXecW7aiw8I/AAAAAAAAASg/3Vyl3yWrQv8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-1125363400194659763</id><published>2011-03-08T20:16:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T16:25:29.228-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life in Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Life in Pictures! #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fvudS5ztYWY/TXbXashWpeI/AAAAAAAAASI/MRI38KXcFjs/s1600/Missy%2BLippiatt%2B%2526%2BRobin%2BDeWelles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581885641799935458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fvudS5ztYWY/TXbXashWpeI/AAAAAAAAASI/MRI38KXcFjs/s200/Missy%2BLippiatt%2B%2526%2BRobin%2BDeWelles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A picture of you and the person you have been closest to the longest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We met when we were in grade school and her family moved in to the house 5 doors down from me. If we weren't at her house, we were at mine. So many things come to mind when I think of her - George Carlin's album, Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy, Brylcreem for toothpaste, Arthur's General Store - just to name a few. Her father was transferred to South Carolina when I was in the 10th grade; the next year he took a new job in Florida. Married life took her to California; she now lives in Arizona. During all those years and moves we've stayed in touch through visits, cards, phone calls, snail mail, and email. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two years ago she returned to Virginia for a quick weekend trip; it was the first time we'd been together in 15 years, and it was as if we'd never been apart. Last year we met in Florida to celebrate her Mom's birthday and plan to make it a yearly thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's my oldest and dearest friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-1125363400194659763?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/1125363400194659763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/1125363400194659763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/1125363400194659763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-2.html' title='My Life in Pictures! #2'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fvudS5ztYWY/TXbXashWpeI/AAAAAAAAASI/MRI38KXcFjs/s72-c/Missy%2BLippiatt%2B%2526%2BRobin%2BDeWelles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-6073060605677866425</id><published>2011-03-07T21:31:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T17:52:58.689-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life in Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Life in Pictures!  #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-itwiQy_2qBk/TXayvMXPQTI/AAAAAAAAASA/jnGcIlmsV3I/s1600/Missy%2BLippiatt%2B-%2BPepper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581845312014598450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-itwiQy_2qBk/TXayvMXPQTI/AAAAAAAAASA/jnGcIlmsV3I/s200/Missy%2BLippiatt%2B-%2BPepper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A picture of yourself with 15 facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am an only child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; moved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a licensed, insured, and bonded pet sitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have American Red Cross Canine First Aid and CPR certification.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My son is the most important person in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am an extremely loyal person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I loathe a liar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I like you, I'll do anything I can to help you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I don't care for you, I will not give you the time of day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you cross me or my son, I will show you the "error of your ways."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look very forward to being a grandmother (but my son doesn't need to rush - I'm patient!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I taught high school for 13 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being a pet sitter is the &lt;em&gt;best job&lt;/em&gt; I've ever had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I own my own pet sitting business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss my Dad more than any other person in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-6073060605677866425?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/6073060605677866425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/6073060605677866425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/6073060605677866425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures-1.html' title='My Life in Pictures!  #1'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-itwiQy_2qBk/TXayvMXPQTI/AAAAAAAAASA/jnGcIlmsV3I/s72-c/Missy%2BLippiatt%2B-%2BPepper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-1483629617795720384</id><published>2011-03-06T17:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T18:12:27.372-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life in Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Life in Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A "friend" on Facebook has been chronicling her life in pictures. She's had a picture of some aspect of her life posted for the last 30 days. Today she posted the purpose of each day's picture. Earlier this year another "friend" decided to chronicle his life in 2011 through a picture a day. These ideas have intrigued me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have decided to attempt &lt;em&gt;My Life in Pictures&lt;/em&gt; for the next 30 days. How I'm going to go about doing this on my blog is what I'm trying to figure out now. I can imagine that it would be a very long entry if I just add to it daily, but I wonder if it would be to "choppy" to do an individual entry each day. Hmmmm.......sometimes I think too much about the simplest things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here is your life story in pictures for the next 30 days. There's nothing written or said that you have to follow them in order. I'm not; I'm simply going to chronicle my life! Why don't you join me? It could be fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A picture ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... of yourself with fifteen facts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... of you and the person you have been closest to the longest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... of the cast from your favorite show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... of something you wish you could forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... of your favorite memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... of your most treasured item&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... that makes you laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... of the person who has gotten you through the most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... of the person you do the silliest things with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... of something you hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... of something you love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... of your favorite band or artist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... of someone you could never imagine your life without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... of something you want to do before you die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... of someone who inspires you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... of your biggest insecurity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... of you when you were little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... of somewhere you'd love to travel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... of your favorite night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... of something you wish you were better at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... of your favorite book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... of something you wish you could change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... of your favorite day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... of something that means a lot to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... of yourself and a family member&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... of something you're afraid of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... that can always make you smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... of someone you miss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-1483629617795720384?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/1483629617795720384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/1483629617795720384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/1483629617795720384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-life-in-pictures.html' title='My Life in Pictures!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-2786708518930701910</id><published>2011-03-01T21:38:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T21:54:09.396-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Best Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you happened to show up on my doorstep crying, &lt;em&gt;I would care!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you called me and asked me to pick you up because something happened, &lt;em&gt;I would come!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you had one day left to live your life, &lt;em&gt;I would want to be a part of that last day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you needed a shoulder to cry on, &lt;em&gt;I would give you mine!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who do you consider your &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt; friends?  Are they people you could describe using the top four lines, or are you just someone for them to talk to when they are bored?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A &lt;em&gt;true&lt;/em&gt; friendship can be described the same as you would describe the relationship between your two eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They blink together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They move together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They cry together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They see things together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they sleep together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But they never see each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who do you consider your &lt;em&gt;best friends?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-2786708518930701910?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/2786708518930701910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/2786708518930701910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/2786708518930701910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-friends.html' title='Best Friends'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-5066628783369598283</id><published>2011-02-24T00:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T01:08:57.398-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>My Beloved Uncle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At 5am Tuesday, February 22, my beloved Uncle Paul passed away. He has always been a huge part of my life. He was my last connection to the family of days gone past. I wrote a tribute to &lt;a href="http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-uncle.html"&gt;Uncle Paul&lt;/a&gt; in the earlier days of my blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;His funeral will be Friday, February 25. Today a friend passed along to me a poem that was written to the memory of my uncle. It's beautiful and the perfect description of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 22, 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On February 22, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr. Hughes started his trip to heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do you say about Mr. Hughes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He could make many bows before you could make two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Making flower arrangements was what he loved to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And could make corsages just to mention a few&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Margaret was his love and the light in his eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It will be very hard for her to say good-bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just know that when you are alone and in a quiet place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will feel his presence as a gentle breeze crosses your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for Kyle and Missy it will take a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the memories will take you many a mile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Kyle keep his floral dream alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Making arrangements with his spirit by your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for Holly he was her mentor and taught her to be the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His love for flowers flow through her, there is nothing she can't create&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just know that he is in a much better place making what he liked to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heaven will be even prettier when Mr. Hughes gets through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is difficult to let him go and understand why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's the mystery of life, so don't even try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just remember the sparkle in his eyes and what he dreamed to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These memories and good times will get you through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--Susan "Bitsy" Mutter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He will be missed by all the HollyDays Elves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-5066628783369598283?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/5066628783369598283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-beloved-uncle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/5066628783369598283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/5066628783369598283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-beloved-uncle.html' title='My Beloved Uncle'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-3340051346779874462</id><published>2011-02-10T15:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T15:58:23.844-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>It's Your Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter who brings you down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter who makes your day bad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's always the people in your life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who make your life feel like Heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-3340051346779874462?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/3340051346779874462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-your-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/3340051346779874462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/3340051346779874462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-your-life.html' title='It&apos;s Your Life!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-5948466233745122234</id><published>2011-02-03T23:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T23:23:11.335-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Life's Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can choose which it shall be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~Groucho Marx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-5948466233745122234?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/5948466233745122234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/02/lifes-events.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/5948466233745122234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/5948466233745122234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/02/lifes-events.html' title='Life&apos;s Events'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-5896287081958442982</id><published>2011-02-02T20:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T20:53:33.926-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>My Conundrum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've loved you forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've tried to be helpful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've always tried to be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've asked for advice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've asked for help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've asked for opinion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've always stepped up to the plate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've always gone with the "well-meaning" advice of others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look where you are now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once again it's happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once again I've tried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once again I've been there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once again I've been "slapped in the face"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've loved you forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll always be here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't be hurt again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-5896287081958442982?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/5896287081958442982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-conundrum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/5896287081958442982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/5896287081958442982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-conundrum.html' title='My Conundrum'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-2090741885059948242</id><published>2011-01-15T08:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T08:54:44.361-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><title type='text'>Put A Ring On It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am a huge PITTSBURGH STEELERS fan! It's been said the Dallas Cowboys are "America's Team;" if that's the case, then the &lt;em&gt;Pittsburgh Steelers are God's Team&lt;/em&gt;! Today is our first game in the Playoffs, and we play our &lt;em&gt;biggest&lt;/em&gt; rivals, the Baltimore Ravens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night a friend emailed me a song she found while surfing the Internet. It's embedded in my head - I keep humming it over and over - I bring it up on my laptop, and my husband says, "not again" - I woke up during the night, and it immediately sprang to the forefront of my mind. If you follow the link, you can hear the song! But I warn you ...... you'll hum it all day long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://steelerladies.com/"&gt;Steeler Ladies (Put A Ring On It)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Steeler Ladies" is a parody of Beyonce's "Single Ladies" conceptualized and written by Christine Nangle, co-written and performed by Addi Twigg, recorded and produced by Sean G. Donaldson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the steeler ladies (7x), Now put your hands up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wear black and gold - don't fit your mold - of what a lady should be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I live football, I yell at bad calls, wear Dad's Bradshaw jersey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was raised this way, know every play, don't get me on the offensive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at me now, got my terrible towel, don't care if it's 3 degrees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna win it and they're gonna put a ring on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna win it and they're gonna put a ring on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the Super Bowl, the Steelers will be bringin' it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna win it and they're gonna put a ring on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we go, oh oh ohhh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh (2x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna win it and they're gonna put a ring on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna win it and they're gonna put a ring on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the Super Bowl, the Steelers will be bringin' it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna win it and they're gonna put a ring on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes we can, we got Big Ben, Farrior, Miller, and Reed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holmes &amp;amp; Hampton, you know Tomlin came prepared to lead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hines Ward grinnin', Willie spinnin', Lebeau is on a mission&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Polamalu is gonna come through with another Super Bowl Trophy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna win it and they're gonna put a ring on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna win it and they're gonna put a ring on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the Super Bowl, the Steelers will be bringin' it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna win it and they're gonna put a ring on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we go, oh oh ohhh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh (2x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna win it and they're gonna put a ring on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna win it and they're gonna put a ring on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the Super Bowl, the Steelers will be bringin' it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna win it and they're gonna put a ring on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we go, oh oh ohhh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh (2x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you know we are champions of the world - see history unfurl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what we are plus what we were, makes us Pittsburgh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're the team that takes the lead and makes you believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the destiny and the legacy of the Steel City and beyond!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It gets into your heart, it's a feeling all our own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're back on the throne, with one for the other thumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the steeler ladies (7x), Now put your hands up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we go, oh oh ohhh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh (2x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna win it and we're gonna put a ring on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna win it and we're gonna put a ring on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the Super Bowl, the Steelers will be bringin' it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna win it and we're gonna put a ring on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna win it and we're gonna put a ring on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna win it and we're gonna put a ring on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the Super Bowl, the Steelers will be bringin' it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna win it and we're gonna put a ring on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE WE GO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-2090741885059948242?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/2090741885059948242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/01/put-ring-on-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/2090741885059948242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/2090741885059948242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/01/put-ring-on-it.html' title='Put A Ring On It'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-2477856929900427751</id><published>2011-01-12T21:24:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:04:04.012-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Life Is Too Short To Be Anything But Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"There comes a time in life, when you walk away from all the drama and the people who create it. You surround yourself with people who make you laugh, forget the bad, and focus on the good. So love the people who treat you right. Forget about those who don't. Life is too short to be anything but happy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~ Cindy Jones Evans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WOW! A friend posted this as her status on Facebook today. What powerful words. What powerful thoughts. What truthful sentiments. This friend keeps me grounded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A couple of years ago I made the conscious decision to do this very thing in my life. There were friends whom I loved dearly but were so full of negativity, bitterness, and jealousy that they were toxic. Being in their very presence was a "downer." Their negativity, bitterness, and jealousy simply continued to pull me down in life. Their drama consumed those in their presence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since walking away from those friendships I feel freer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since walking away from those friendships I laugh more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since walking away from those friendships I find the good in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm working hard to deal with another friendship at this point in life. I really don't want to walk away from this friendship, but I desperately want that total sense of freedom, laughter, and goodness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Life is too short to be anything but happy!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-2477856929900427751?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/2477856929900427751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-is-too-short-to-be-anything-but.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/2477856929900427751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/2477856929900427751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-is-too-short-to-be-anything-but.html' title='Life Is Too Short To Be Anything But Happy'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-6147431045508570059</id><published>2011-01-11T20:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T20:44:53.253-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Three Kinds of People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are three kinds of people in the world:  the wills, the won'ts, and the can'ts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first accomplish everything;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the second oppose everything;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the third fail in everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;("Eclectic Magazine")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-6147431045508570059?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/6147431045508570059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/01/three-kinds-of-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/6147431045508570059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/6147431045508570059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/01/three-kinds-of-people.html' title='Three Kinds of People'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-3088052564646429126</id><published>2011-01-07T20:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T21:03:56.586-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday&apos;s Funny'/><title type='text'>Menopause!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The 2 following comic strips from "&lt;a href="http://www.arcamax.com/zits"&gt;Zits&lt;/a&gt;" says is all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559616615716790370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TSe52xsooGI/AAAAAAAAARc/DrAl9pH4FI8/s400/148437%255B1%255D.gif" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559616619843414178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TSe53BEf6KI/AAAAAAAAARk/WIRtbv1pyNI/s400/148572%255B1%255D.gif" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;I know my family can relate to each of these comic strips!  My son tells me he and his Dad used to call and give each other a "head's up" when Mom was on the menopause warpath!  There are many different names for menopause; I used to just say I carried my tropical vacation with me everywhere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-3088052564646429126?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/3088052564646429126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/01/menopause.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/3088052564646429126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/3088052564646429126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/01/menopause.html' title='Menopause!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TSe52xsooGI/AAAAAAAAARc/DrAl9pH4FI8/s72-c/148437%255B1%255D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-3277859433165527902</id><published>2011-01-03T21:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T21:46:35.234-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday&apos;s Memory'/><title type='text'>For Better or For Worse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TSKJsK8cRnI/AAAAAAAAARU/6tpF_9YZz1o/s1600/110102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558156282073728626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TSKJsK8cRnI/AAAAAAAAARU/6tpF_9YZz1o/s400/110102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TSKJTggc6OI/AAAAAAAAARM/ItcX4ElyDQk/s1600/110102.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.fborfw.com/"&gt;For Better or For Worse&lt;/a&gt;" is my absolute favorite comic strip. I read it daily! Yesterday it reminded me of several words my son developed when learning to talk. I couldn't help but chuckle aloud when reading this strip yesterday and truly enjoyed the walk down memory lane it provided! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-3277859433165527902?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/3277859433165527902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-better-or-for-worse.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/3277859433165527902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/3277859433165527902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-better-or-for-worse.html' title='For Better or For Worse'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TSKJsK8cRnI/AAAAAAAAARU/6tpF_9YZz1o/s72-c/110102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-716442882996300863</id><published>2011-01-02T09:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T09:51:43.680-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><title type='text'>Reflections!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A couple of years ago I made the conscious decision there would be no more New Year's resolutions for me. I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; that I'm going to break the &lt;em&gt;majority&lt;/em&gt; of them before January ends, and I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; that before June of the same year &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; of those resolutions will be out the window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Instead of resolving to lose weight ...... I make an effort to be content with who I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Instead of resolving to save more money ...... I make an effort to spend wisely, deciding to "treat" myself on Fridays with something special - a drink from Starbucks or a sweet tea from Chick-Fil-A or a limeade from Doumar's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Instead of resolving to get fit ...... I make an effort to be healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On New Year's Day 2009 I decided to pay more attention &lt;em&gt;to me&lt;/em&gt;. Throughout my son's life I devoted my entire being to him and his needs ...... neglecting all the "pampering" I allowed myself before he was born. He's grown now - my role in his life has changed from active participant to sideline advisor/cheerleader. Reflecting back on that 2009 decision, I feel I've done well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I pamper myself monthly through manicures, pedicures, and hair styling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I pamper myself weekly and monthly through get-togethers with friends - lunches, suppers, coffees - we call these get-togethers "therapy!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I continue to feel good about myself by always smiling (it really does make people wonder what you've been up to!) ...... wearing my "good" lingerie daily ...... wearing my jewelry daily ...... always dressing to go out in a manner where I won't feel embarrassed if I run into someone I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to throw massages into the pampering! I have only had one massage in my lifetime - it was &lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to continue chipping away at that "project to-do" list. I've made progress, but that darn list keeps getting longer! When I cross an item off, it seems a couple of new items magically appear! What's with that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to continue with my efforts to be healthy ...... spend wisely ...... be content with who I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the New Year may your right hand always be stretched out in friendship, but never in want ~~ Traditional Irish Toast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-716442882996300863?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/716442882996300863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/01/reflections.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/716442882996300863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/716442882996300863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2011/01/reflections.html' title='Reflections!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-7206203630864383947</id><published>2011-01-01T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T20:25:56.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TR6BYfn1TVI/AAAAAAAAARE/syWOBdb15Ds/s1600/imagesCAMFNPGZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557021248027184466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TR6BYfn1TVI/AAAAAAAAARE/syWOBdb15Ds/s400/imagesCAMFNPGZ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy New Year! May 2011 be everything you want it to be; may you be able to put all your troubles away with 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-7206203630864383947?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/7206203630864383947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/7206203630864383947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/7206203630864383947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TR6BYfn1TVI/AAAAAAAAARE/syWOBdb15Ds/s72-c/imagesCAMFNPGZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-6053102591064985653</id><published>2010-12-22T21:22:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T21:30:27.052-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wednesday&apos;s Wisdom'/><title type='text'>Life's Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life gives us answers in three ways.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All we need to do is learn to listen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It says &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and gives you what you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It says &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and gives you something better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It says &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WAIT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and gives you the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-6053102591064985653?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/6053102591064985653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/12/lifes-answers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/6053102591064985653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/6053102591064985653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/12/lifes-answers.html' title='Life&apos;s Answers'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-5124889096269822369</id><published>2010-12-19T10:12:00.031-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T11:44:48.653-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>Mixed Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TQ4vhXmNexI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QbzZwShYmwo/s1600/Missy%2B%2526%2BKyle%2BLippiatt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 314px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552427640910871314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TQ4vhXmNexI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QbzZwShYmwo/s320/Missy%2B%2526%2BKyle%2BLippiatt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On December 18, 1989 - 21 years ago yesterday - the most amazing person entered my life, my son. I have been blessed to watch him grow into an amazing man and wonderful person. I am so very proud of him and love him with my entire being. I have written before that when I was pregnant a friend told me I would not just love my son, I would fall&lt;em&gt; in love&lt;/em&gt; with my son. I never imagined that those words could be so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And ...... while I'm so happy so see my son reach this milestone in his life ...... while I'm so very proud of the man he has become ...... while I'm so proud of the person he has become ...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I so very much miss that little boy ...... that little boy who thought Mom could do no wrong ...... that little boy who thought Mom was the greatest person in the world ...... that little boy who thought Mom was so intelligent and knew everything ...... that little boy who told me he loved me "beyond infinity." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Growing up is a process in life - if we're lucky, growing up is inevitable. Yesterday on his 21st birthday I just kept going over and over in my head some of those milestones in his life we have reached together ...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that first day of play school when he turned around, waved, and said "see ya later, Mom" ...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;that first day of kindergarten when he walked right up to his teacher, shook her hand, and introduced himself ...... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that first year he really understood the concept of Santa Claus and woke at 4am - when I tried to get him to go back to sleep because you didn't get up until the sun was up, he said it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; time to get up because &lt;em&gt;the son was up&lt;/em&gt; ...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that trip to Disney World when he was 9 years old - we were there 3 days before his Dad arrived; his Dad told him to "take care of your Mom until I get there;" when his Dad arrived, he said "I'm glad you're here Dad because Mom's a lot of work" ...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that first college campus we toured together, and all I could see in my mind's eye was that little boy's hand I held walking in for that first day of kindergarten ...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that first time his heart was broken by a breakup with a girlfriend ...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that day he played the National Anthem on his trumpet while standing on home plate for the Tidewater Tides - a friend and her husband attended the game just to see him, and I think they each cried as hard with pride as I did ...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that first time he soloed after getting his driver's license ...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that day he graduated from high school ...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that first day he was considered a college student ...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that first form he filled out where he had to indicate his sex and he wrote "No" - when I asked him why he put "no" he said "because I don't do sex, Mom" ...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that first swim meet when he was 4 years old and I just knew he was never going to make the full length of that pool - when he finished his race, he came running over to me with the biggest grin his little face could muster ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that first time he splashed water all over his body while standing on the swimmer's block because that's what "the big swimmer's do" ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friends tell me my job isn't done yet. I hope they're right. I remember entering this role of motherhood very reluctantly ...... very unsure ...... with very mixed emotions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now ...... I don't want to give it up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-5124889096269822369?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/5124889096269822369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/12/mixed-emotions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/5124889096269822369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/5124889096269822369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/12/mixed-emotions.html' title='Mixed Emotions'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TQ4vhXmNexI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QbzZwShYmwo/s72-c/Missy%2B%2526%2BKyle%2BLippiatt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-7860762151518929943</id><published>2010-12-13T16:04:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T16:34:28.552-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><title type='text'>It's Been A Coffee Drinking ......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sitting by the window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watching it &lt;em&gt;SNOW&lt;/em&gt; day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've written before how in the Tidewater area of Virginia we seldom get &lt;em&gt;SNOW&lt;/em&gt;! When I got out of bed this morning at 7am, it was snowing! It has snowed all day! We probably have between 1" and 2" on the ground; for our area of the state that's &lt;em&gt;a lot.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unless you live in our area of Virginia, you wouldn't understand how &lt;em&gt;exciting&lt;/em&gt; it is to have &lt;em&gt;SNOW&lt;/em&gt;! For those of us who have not lived in areas of the country where snow is common, there's only one thing to do when it snows - sit by the window with a cup of coffee and watch the snow fall! It's &lt;em&gt;the perfect&lt;/em&gt; way to spend the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I took some pictures while I was out on my pet sitting runs. I'm simply in awe of the beauty snow produces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550279183174993634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TQaNgq1kBuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/GbiFgfB5_wo/s320/IMG_20101213_090341.jpg" /&gt;Our version of a snow plow! He was parked on the side of one of the bridges just waiting to get "the call" to spring into action and start spreading the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550279218665632770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TQaNivDMNAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/68oNUDoXAOs/s320/IMG_20101213_120157.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550279581316971890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TQaN32CAfXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/aK8ukB8qztM/s320/IMG_20101213_120221.jpg" /&gt;I love to see the snow clinging to the bare trees as you pass by the woods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550279591636322098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TQaN4ceVRzI/AAAAAAAAAQU/7DeMStGzFsM/s320/IMG_20101213_120334.jpg" /&gt;The setting looks so serene and peaceful! The only thing it's missing is ice skaters on the lake to be the perfect winter setting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550279609315717570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TQaN5eVbccI/AAAAAAAAAQc/8z6QWoc9oz4/s320/IMG_20101213_124833.jpg" /&gt;It's so beautiful seeing the snow cling to bare tree branches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-7860762151518929943?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/7860762151518929943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-been-coffee-drinking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/7860762151518929943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/7860762151518929943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-been-coffee-drinking.html' title='It&apos;s Been A Coffee Drinking ......'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TQaNgq1kBuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/GbiFgfB5_wo/s72-c/IMG_20101213_090341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-3496293820427789420</id><published>2010-12-06T17:21:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T18:06:11.430-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday&apos;s Memory'/><title type='text'>Christmastime is Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; Christmas! It's my most favorite time of the year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas brings such wonderful, warm memories to mind that warm my heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I&lt;em&gt; love&lt;/em&gt; remembering all the traditions and times shared during Christmas with my Mom and Dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;dread&lt;/em&gt; Christmas. It's the hardest part of the entire year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christmas brings such wonderful, warm memories to mind that make my heart ache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;dread&lt;/em&gt; remembering all the traditions and times shared during Christmas with my Mom and Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Certainly I'm not the only person who has such mixed emotions about the Christmas season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Certainly I'm not the only person who longs to have things from the past during the Christmas season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Certainly I'm not the only person who can laugh and cry at the same memory or thought from past Christmas seasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Regardless ...... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's Christmastime!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time to warm our hearts with new memories! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time to warm our hearts with new thoughts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time to warm our hearts with new traditions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Merry Christmas!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some pictures of our home this Christmas season&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TP1nucJ2TAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/e7QV4VQhhCo/s1600/Front%2BDoor%2B%2540Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547704363519462402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TP1nucJ2TAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/e7QV4VQhhCo/s200/Front%2BDoor%2B%2540Christmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547704708020541234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TP1oCfhTlzI/AAAAAAAAAOk/rqSRGgav6z4/s200/Picture%2BWindow%2B%2540%2BChristmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TP1ocI6LKoI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bG0e0ZfQmYg/s1600/Foyer%2B%2540%2BChristmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547705148627430018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TP1ocI6LKoI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bG0e0ZfQmYg/s200/Foyer%2B%2540%2BChristmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547705420279100338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TP1or84-s7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/vNuI3QjPE7U/s200/Picture%2BWindow%2B%2540Christmas%2B%2528inside%2529.jpg" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TP1pIGf47DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/91loWlHZnck/s1600/Dining%2Broom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547705903894555698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TP1pIGf47DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/91loWlHZnck/s200/Dining%2Broom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547706273785821970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TP1pdoc1uxI/AAAAAAAAAPE/X427NE6odfs/s200/Den%2B%2540%2BChristmas1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My son is a floral designer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having a son that's a floral designer is like having ...... a husband that's a plumber - the faucet still leaks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having a son that's a floral designer is like having ...... a husband that's a mechanic - the car still doesn't run properly! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having a son that's a floral designer is like having ...... a husband that's a shoe cobbler - the children still have no shoes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having a son that's a floral designer means ...... Mom does all the decorating!&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/8699050833475968346-3496293820427789420?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/3496293820427789420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmastime-is-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/3496293820427789420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/3496293820427789420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmastime-is-here.html' title='Christmastime is Here!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TP1nucJ2TAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/e7QV4VQhhCo/s72-c/Front%2BDoor%2B%2540Christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-8931329714291871789</id><published>2010-11-29T17:26:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T18:09:06.153-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Mature People Truths</title><content type='html'>My son was "surfing the net" last night and ran across &lt;a href="http://www.funlol.com/15926/Mature_people_truths.html"&gt;Truths for Mature Humans&lt;/a&gt;. I chuckled the entire time I read! I hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funlol.com/15926/Mature_people_truths.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truths for Mature Humans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer's history when you die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. There is great need for a sarcasm font. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. How the **** are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Was learning cursive really necessary?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions with #5. I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my own neighborhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. Bad decisions make good stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don't want to have to restart my collection ...... &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. I'm always slighted terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page technical report that I swear I did not make any changes to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14. "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ...... ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? **** it!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voice mail. What did you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20. I wish Google Maps had an "avoid ghetto" routing option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;21. Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first saw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;22. I would rather try to carry 10 over-loaded plastic bags in each hand than make two trips to bring my groceries in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;23. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;24. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;25. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they said?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;26. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;27. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;28. Is it just me or do high school kids get dumber and dumber every year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;29. There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you're going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;30. As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate bicyclists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;31. Sometimes I'll look down at my watch three consecutive times and still not know what time it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;32. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and and pinning the tail on the donkey ...... but I'd bet my *** everyone can find and push the snooze button from three feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-8931329714291871789?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/8931329714291871789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/mature-people-truths.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/8931329714291871789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/8931329714291871789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/mature-people-truths.html' title='Mature People Truths'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-8589614286427855460</id><published>2010-11-27T21:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T22:07:34.518-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><title type='text'>OK! I'm Ready!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanksgiving is done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carols play, joy's in the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas season's here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-8589614286427855460?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/8589614286427855460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/ok-im-ready.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/8589614286427855460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/8589614286427855460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/ok-im-ready.html' title='OK! I&apos;m Ready!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-6984526416699174037</id><published>2010-11-24T22:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T22:44:16.018-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wednesday&apos;s Wisdom'/><title type='text'>Be Thankful .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... for what you have; you'll end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don't have, you will never have enough. (Oprah Winfrey)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... for your troubles, they can become your blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... for your mistakes. They will teach you valuable lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... for your limitations because they give you opportunity for improvement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... for the difficult times. During those times you grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...... when you don't know something for it gives you the opportunity to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-6984526416699174037?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/6984526416699174037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/be-thankful.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/6984526416699174037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/6984526416699174037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/be-thankful.html' title='Be Thankful .....'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-1329215050457365446</id><published>2010-11-22T21:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:49:33.922-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday&apos;s Memory'/><title type='text'>In-Law Visits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mother-in-law is coming for Thanksgiving. I don't have any of the "horror" in-law stories. I've always felt like we get along very well and have a lot of fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years I've truly gotten past the obsession of cleaning everything in sight before her arrival. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is our house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is how we live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I keep it tidy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I keep it picked up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It doesn't bother us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sure hope it doesn't bother you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My list now simply consists of making sure fresh sheets are on her bed and making sure she has a set of fresh towels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while making a list of things I'd like to accomplish before she gets here I remembered how it used to be before her visits. I cleaned the entire house like a mad woman! For an entire week before her arrival I cleaned, washed, vaccuumed, scrubbed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When my son was very young, he once said, "Gee, Mom, you'd think the Pope was coming or something." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My husband quickly responded, "It's worse than that, son, Grandma's coming!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-1329215050457365446?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/1329215050457365446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-law-visits.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/1329215050457365446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/1329215050457365446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-law-visits.html' title='In-Law Visits'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-2318884535571011572</id><published>2010-11-21T18:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T18:31:07.109-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Fired Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt; football! I watch every game I can during football season. I &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; miss &lt;a href="http://msn.foxsports.com/nfl"&gt;NFLonFOX&lt;/a&gt; on Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've also mentioned before that I'm a licensed, bonded, and insured petsitter and own &lt;a href="http://www.pamperedpaws4u.com/"&gt;Pampered Paws.&lt;/a&gt; Naturally, this makes me an animal advocate. But ...... animals have been my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;passion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my entire life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All that being said ...... I'm fired up over the "&lt;a href="http://msn.foxsports.com/talent/Michael_Strahan"&gt;Fired Up&lt;/a&gt;!" segment on today's NFLonFOX broadcast. Michael Strahan spoke today, and his topic was putting Michael Vick's past in the past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now ...... if you're a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/lipplounge"&gt;Facebook friend&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pamperedpaws4u"&gt;follower of Pampered Paws,&lt;/a&gt; then you've seen my rant and indignation on Mr. Strahan's segment, but if you're not ...... well ...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Earlier today I saw an &lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/sports/la-sp-plaschke-20101117,0,5163298.column?page=1"&gt;article by Bill Plaschke&lt;/a&gt; addressing the permanent damage - mentally and physically - of one dog that was abused at the hand of Michael Vick. I personally emailed each member of NFLonFOX today highlighting this article because I want them to know the indignation many of us feel. Of course, I'm not so naive to believe that they'll read or even see my email; it simply makes me feel better to get it off my chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My line of thought -- when the dogs abused at the hand of Michael Vick can put &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THEIR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; past in the past, then we, as the public, will work on putting Michael Vick's past in his past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But not a moment before. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-2318884535571011572?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/2318884535571011572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/fired-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/2318884535571011572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/2318884535571011572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/fired-up.html' title='Fired Up!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-4896048790411715474</id><published>2010-11-20T22:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T23:00:10.676-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TOiYtRj5BZI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Tx335x5tezE/s1600/krispee%2Bkreme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541847245054870930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TOiYtRj5BZI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Tx335x5tezE/s320/krispee%2Bkreme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I was in junior high school and high school (you know it had to be a long time ago - who goes to &lt;em&gt;junior&lt;/em&gt; high school anymore), my Dad and I would go to Wilson High School's football games &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; Friday night. After each game we stopped at Krispee Kreme; the hot sign was &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; on, and we'd each order 1 &lt;em&gt;hot&lt;/em&gt; glazed donut and a hot chocolate. Dad and I sat at the counter and discussed the game and everything else while enjoying our treat. Before leaving my Dad always bought a dozen of &lt;em&gt;hot&lt;/em&gt; glazed donuts to take home for breakfast the next morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, to me, those Friday night football games with my Dad followed by a hot donut and hot chocolate were the grandest things in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, to me, it's a memory that warms my heart on the night after what would have been my Dad's 86th birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-4896048790411715474?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/4896048790411715474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/memories.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/4896048790411715474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/4896048790411715474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TOiYtRj5BZI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Tx335x5tezE/s72-c/krispee%2Bkreme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-8136804596417007789</id><published>2010-11-19T20:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T20:33:49.640-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Germ Trip-Tik</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need to preface this post with the declaration that I have &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the worst&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; immune system known to man. I am cold-prone; I have always been cold-prone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Are you familiar with those maps in malls? They have those &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huge&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;stars on them that indicate &lt;strong&gt;"You Are Here."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Are you familiar with AAA Trip-Tiks? Those little "flip" maps that were the thing to have before GPS? They were similar to a steno pad only longer and narrower. You had to be a member of AAA, or "borrow" someone's membership, to get a trip-tik. They highlighted the route you should take, and as you traveled you flipped through the trip-tik to follow the highlighted route.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well ...... are you aware that illnesses, germs, bacteria have trip-tiks? And guess what! On all those trip-tiks is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; star that indicates &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;"Missy Lives Here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because if there's one thing in life I'm certain - if there is an illness, germ, bacteria in the air, it will find &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; home and visit &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; personally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-8136804596417007789?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/8136804596417007789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/germ-trip-tik.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/8136804596417007789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/8136804596417007789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/germ-trip-tik.html' title='Germ Trip-Tik'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-3023665155355045420</id><published>2010-11-15T18:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T18:16:48.949-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Eau de Toilette Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TOG_HgIVO3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/I_5AmqPg4aU/s1600/the_shopping_boob_pit%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539919152247290738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TOG_HgIVO3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/I_5AmqPg4aU/s320/the_shopping_boob_pit%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My son found this the other day and shared it with me! I thought it was really cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-3023665155355045420?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/3023665155355045420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/eau-de-toilette-humor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/3023665155355045420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/3023665155355045420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/eau-de-toilette-humor.html' title='Eau de Toilette Humor'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TOG_HgIVO3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/I_5AmqPg4aU/s72-c/the_shopping_boob_pit%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-4874621092438182986</id><published>2010-11-14T21:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T22:05:36.968-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Why.....WHY!</title><content type='html'>A nose mitten please&lt;br /&gt;Medicine fog descending&lt;br /&gt;This season's first cold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-4874621092438182986?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/4874621092438182986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/whywhy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/4874621092438182986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/4874621092438182986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/whywhy.html' title='Why.....WHY!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-4408313807617494560</id><published>2010-11-12T21:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T21:56:55.130-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Why Do Some People ......</title><content type='html'>...... seem to deliberately set out to hurt others?&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do some people try to change others?&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't some people accept others for who they are?&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do some people want those they say they love to become someone they're not?&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are who they are!&lt;br /&gt;We should accept them for who they are!&lt;br /&gt;If you love them, why would you want them to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to take the feelings of others into consideration before you announce something you have planned.&lt;br /&gt;Try to remember that someone who is hurt and alone and trying to cope can read and hear everything that is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do some people seem to deliberately set out to hurt others?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because they simply don't think ......&lt;br /&gt;or ......&lt;br /&gt;Is it because they simply don't care?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-4408313807617494560?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/4408313807617494560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-do-some-people.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/4408313807617494560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/4408313807617494560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-do-some-people.html' title='Why Do Some People ......'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-67770850285138099</id><published>2010-11-11T21:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T22:10:15.275-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>God Bless America</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We should remember our veterans &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; day of the year, not just on Veteran's Day or Memorial Day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If it were not for our veterans, we would not be able to experience "the land of the free and home of the brave." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If it were not for our veterans, those from other lands would not have the privilege to come to our shores looking for a better way of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All gave some. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some gave all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"God Bless America"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Irving Berlin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"While the storm clouds gather far across the sea,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let us swear allegiance to a land that's free,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let us all be grateful for a land so fair,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we raise our voices in a solemn prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God Bless America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Land that I love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stand beside her, and guide her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thru the night with a light from above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the mountains, to the prairies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the oceans, white with foam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God Bless America&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My home sweet home."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-67770850285138099?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/67770850285138099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/god-bless-america.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/67770850285138099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/67770850285138099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/god-bless-america.html' title='God Bless America'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-2245547043585475162</id><published>2010-11-10T22:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T22:32:28.562-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>This Says It All!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNtjpYrRT2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/MIEycVv4Ksw/s1600/IMG00024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538129729431883618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNtjpYrRT2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/MIEycVv4Ksw/s320/IMG00024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8699050833475968346-2245547043585475162?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/2245547043585475162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-says-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-453816749092863061</id><published>2010-11-09T20:01:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T20:27:22.629-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Roller Coaster Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WOW! What a week! I don't want to have another one like this again any time soon. I'm only going to give a short recap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Tuesday my hairdresser noticed a place on my scalp she'd found earlier had doubled in size. That area had been a little itchy for a while, but I really didn't give it a lot of thought. This area had been checked by my dermatologist previously, but she was adamant that it was much larger and made me promise to go back to the doctor. Today was my appointment, and I feel like a pincushion! By the end of my appointment not only had he "burned" the place on my scalp, he "burned" 5 places on my forehead, 4 places on the back of a leg, and 1 place on my lip. By tomorrow night I'm going to look like I was attacked by a swarm of bees! I'm accustomed to the liquid nitrogen, though; I'm prone to skin cancers and have had them removed several times over the last several years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Thursday I had an appointment with my dentist for a regular checkup and cleaning. During the checkup portion he found a growth on my left lingual tonsil; he said he'd never seen anything like it before and immediately got me a referral to an ENT. Needless to say all sorts of thoughts went through my mind and fears cropped up before the ENT appointment. (There is a huge background of cancer in my family which places me in the highest risk group.) The ENT appointment was yesterday; it appears to be a polyp or some residual tissue left over from having my tonsils removed when I was 5 years old! He feels it's harmless unless it should start to grow, so I'm taking the "watch it" approach. Follow up appointments will follow in 1 month, 3 months, 6 months, and then on a yearly basis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A roller coaster week! I'm ready to settle down now and return to boring/humdrum; there's one thing I know for certain -- the season of Thanksgiving takes on an entirely different meaning for me this year. I'm sitting here tonight feeling truly blessed and thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-453816749092863061?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/453816749092863061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/roller-coaster-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/453816749092863061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/453816749092863061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/roller-coaster-week.html' title='Roller Coaster Week!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-6155490599278715638</id><published>2010-11-07T21:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:22:11.087-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>The Depth of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you find it amazing the depth of the love you have for your child?&lt;br /&gt;Do you find it amazing the depth of committment you have for your child?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I was pregnant with my son, a friend told me that I would not just love my son - I'd fall &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; love with my son. At the time I could not imagine what she meant; the very minute he was placed in my arms I knew &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; what she meant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The love we have for our child cannot be measured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The love we have for our child is unmatched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The love we have for our child is unconditional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So ...... in answer to the two questions I posed ...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I find it amazing the depth of the love I have for my son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I find it amazing the depth of the committment I have for my son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-6155490599278715638?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/6155490599278715638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/do-you-find-it-amazing-depth-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/6155490599278715638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/6155490599278715638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/do-you-find-it-amazing-depth-of-love.html' title='The Depth of Love'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-8240380494835833748</id><published>2010-11-06T22:43:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T23:06:57.342-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Turn Your Clock BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNYUm4mG6-I/AAAAAAAAAN0/6eIKDlDD2Gc/s1600/imagesCASS61X1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536635450158410722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNYUm4mG6-I/AAAAAAAAAN0/6eIKDlDD2Gc/s320/imagesCASS61X1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Surely I'm not the &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; person who will happily turn clocks back one hour tonight before going to bed. I can't be the &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; person. There have to be others who will do this with a smile on their face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;despise&lt;/em&gt; daylight savings time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; when it's still daylight at 8:30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At 8:30pm I want to be in my pjs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At 8:30pm I want to be contemplating going to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At 8:30pm I don't want to be in my chair feeling guilty because I'm in my pjs, and it's still daylight outside. It makes me feel guilty because I feel I should be doing someone constructive because it's still daylight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; standard time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; that it's daylight when I wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; that after supper when I want to take a shower and put on my pjs, I don't feel guilty - because it's dark!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love standard time so much that I keep it year-round. I refuse to set my watch to daylight savings time. Yep! that's right! During the daylight savings time months my watch and the clocks in my cars still read standard time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow morning when I wake up, &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; will be on the proper time with me. &lt;em&gt;I can't wait!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-8240380494835833748?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/8240380494835833748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/turn-your-clock-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/8240380494835833748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/8240380494835833748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/turn-your-clock-back.html' title='Turn Your Clock BACK!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNYUm4mG6-I/AAAAAAAAAN0/6eIKDlDD2Gc/s72-c/imagesCASS61X1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-7922725594195639287</id><published>2010-11-05T21:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T21:36:58.384-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Is It Just Me ......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...... or is there never anything to watch on TV? It seems it doesn't matter &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; many channels you have - there isn't anything worth watching on any of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything seems to be reality shows - I don't like reality shows; I don't consider reality shows to really be reality. How can they be reality when people know they're being followed all over creation by a camera crew? And ..... &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; do these people want to look so ridiculous?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There also seem to be lots of reruns on TV. The seasons for new shows seem to get shorter and shorter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh well ...... guess I'll try to find the remote ...... click through over 100 channels and see if I can find anything worth watching. Better yet ...... I think I'll just find the remote, turn off the TV, and pick up my magazine or book for the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, there's reality!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-7922725594195639287?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/7922725594195639287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/is-it-just-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/7922725594195639287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/7922725594195639287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/is-it-just-me.html' title='Is It Just Me ......'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-1447520019927533942</id><published>2010-11-04T20:14:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T20:22:28.658-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><title type='text'>A Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNNM_yqic7I/AAAAAAAAANs/Swf7ukwt3FQ/s1600/frustration%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 206px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535853025784132530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNNM_yqic7I/AAAAAAAAANs/Swf7ukwt3FQ/s320/frustration%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever had one of those days where you just want to break something ...... scream ...... hit someone ...... cry ...... curl up in a ball and just not face the world? Well, it's been that kind of day for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've always been told the Lord doesn't give you more than he knows you can handle. He must know something about my abilities that he's never shared with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sheer frustration. Sheer helplessness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-1447520019927533942?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/1447520019927533942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/bad-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/1447520019927533942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/1447520019927533942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/bad-day.html' title='A Bad Day'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNNM_yqic7I/AAAAAAAAANs/Swf7ukwt3FQ/s72-c/frustration%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-4258778155075201696</id><published>2010-11-03T21:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T22:02:50.914-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><title type='text'>It Wasn't My Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For some time I've been thinking about buying a pair of Dansko shoes. Several people I know wear them religiously and swear by them. I've looked at them several times and read about them. Then ...... over the weekend someone told me that Nordstroms was going to have a sale on Dansko shoes this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OK! It's a sign! All the research has paid off and with a sale in progress now is the time to BUY! On Monday I called Nordstroms to confirm the sale. Over the phone I was told the sale begins today, and there would be a 10% to 40% discount on all Dansko shoes! I was so pleased that all the waiting had paid off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So ..... I purposely waited until today to go to Nordstroms in the neighboring city. Now ..... where I live you drive out of one city directly into another city. I had to travel across the river to, what I consider to be, the nicest mall in the area. It's probably a 10 mile drive. Certainly not a major trek. But ...... for me ...... to drive through the tunnel ...... at night ...... on the interstate ...... deal with the parking garage ...... is a major feat in life. It's not something I truly enjoy doing - AND ...... I don't like to shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I get to Nordstroms, I'm informed that I was given incorrect information. The entire line of Dansko is not on sale - only two styles. They are 33% off. I don't like either style. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It wasn't my night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-4258778155075201696?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/4258778155075201696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-wasnt-my-night.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/4258778155075201696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/4258778155075201696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-wasnt-my-night.html' title='It Wasn&apos;t My Night'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-5977474008673912308</id><published>2010-11-02T14:46:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T15:34:19.479-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Twenty-Eight Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNBlrXBWoaI/AAAAAAAAANE/9tnfJIcVXOs/s1600/Betty+Hughes+Martin+(1953).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535035737626812834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNBlrXBWoaI/AAAAAAAAANE/9tnfJIcVXOs/s320/Betty+Hughes+Martin+(1953).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Twenty-eight years ago today my mother passed away. She was only 57 years old; I was 26 years old. We've been apart more years than we were together. I remember thinking at the time that she'd lived a &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; life. A reference to life that I now would use for someone passing away at the age of 80-something or even 90-something. Of course, 28 years later has also seen me turn 54 years old. Now there's the realization that her &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; life was far too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I have grown to regret in the 28 years that have passed. I was a "Daddy's girl." She and I never really had much of a relationship; we never got past the mother-daughter stage in our relationship. During the 26 years we were together we were often at odds with one another. It was not until she became ill that we began to work on a different relationship - the one of a mother and daughter becoming friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are few things Mama and I have in common - even appearance. I am more a product of my father's side of the family. My temperament is more like my Dad's; my likes/dislikes are more like my Dad's; I resemble my Dad more than I resemble my Mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mother was not an outspoken person; I have absolutely &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; problem speaking my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mother had the ability to see the grey in a situation; for me a situation is either black or white.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mother was able to adapt her opinion of people as she got to know them; my opinion is usually formed within the first 5 minutes of meeting you, and it doesn't usually change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mother was a devoutly religious person; I am spiritual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mother had a simmering temperament - it took a lot to rile her; I am the complete opposite - I don't simmer, I boil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The picture of my Mom is one of my absolute favorites. It was taken in 1953 when she was 28 years old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's 2 years older than I was when she died. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was 1 year before she married my Dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was 3 years before I was born. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wish she'd been able to know her grandson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wish we'd had more time together to develop that mother-daughter friendship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-5977474008673912308?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/5977474008673912308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/twenty-eight-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/5977474008673912308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/5977474008673912308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/twenty-eight-years.html' title='Twenty-Eight Years'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNBlrXBWoaI/AAAAAAAAANE/9tnfJIcVXOs/s72-c/Betty+Hughes+Martin+(1953).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-5792098318723859030</id><published>2010-11-01T20:28:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T20:55:44.052-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><title type='text'>National Blog Month!  Already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What is it they say about time passing so fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Time sure flies when you're having fun!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well.....I just have one thing to say about that. I wish I knew where in the world I was having all this fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Angee told me today via Facebook that it's National Blog Month! The concept is to blog every day for a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Didn't I just do this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Didn't we just have National Blog Month?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHAT? it was LAST November! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You mean November 2009? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;An entire year has passed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sheesh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, I told Angee that I was up to the challenge again this year! I enjoy blogging! I love to read other's blogs! I just don't seem to keep up with my blog very well. For one thing, I'll think of a topic to blog - then I think, "oh, no one else is going to be interested in that thought." Perhaps this is just the "jump start" I need to keep my blog more up-to-date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well.....I guess I should make a list of "topics."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Are you sure an entire year has passed? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I simply cannot believe it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Surely I haven't been that busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-5792098318723859030?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/5792098318723859030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/national-blog-month-already.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/5792098318723859030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/5792098318723859030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/11/national-blog-month-already.html' title='National Blog Month!  Already?'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-7990313654191773207</id><published>2010-03-18T19:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T19:20:24.420-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Thursday's Thought!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"It's not whether you get knocked down; it's whether you get back up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.... Vince Lombardi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-7990313654191773207?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/7990313654191773207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/03/thursdays-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/7990313654191773207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/7990313654191773207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/03/thursdays-thought.html' title='Thursday&apos;s Thought!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-3731820064916805497</id><published>2010-03-16T15:56:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T17:17:52.148-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday&apos;s Tickler'/><title type='text'>Tuesday's Tickler!  The Horseplayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's an old saying that all horseplayers die broke. But as a matter of recorded fact, one of the heaviest players the American turf ever knew died rich, honored, and immortalized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like most horseplayers he had one eccentricity. Whenever there was a gray horse in the field, that was the horse he bet on. And when a horse from his own stable was running, he would bet on it to a point of monetary collapse. Oddly, for a man who died rich, he, more often than not, picked them wrong when he wagered. He made up for that with his shrewd horse-trading. For example, he once traded a valuable horse named Magnolia for 5,000 fertile acres in Kentucky. And would you believe, after that trade Magnolia never won another race?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So fierce was his passion for victory that, when the Stewards in Alexandria, Virginia, awarded winning honors to a rival entry in a close race, he advanced on them with such frenzied argument that he caused the Jockey Club to reverse the judge's decision and give the race to his horse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However midway through his life, with extreme resolution, he turned his back on the excitement of the track, gave up his racing stable, and devoted himself to raising mules!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can be glad, because from that venture he moved into the military, and eventually politics. And, that eccentric, passionate horseplayer became the .............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;u&gt;The Wonder of America: Remarkable Stories Celebrating the Spirit of Our Nation&lt;/u&gt; by Derric Johnson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know who the identity of this person? His/her identity will be revealed next Tuesday when I post another Tuesday Tickler.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-3731820064916805497?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/3731820064916805497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/03/tuesdays-tickler-horseplayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/3731820064916805497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/3731820064916805497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/03/tuesdays-tickler-horseplayer.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s Tickler!  The Horseplayer'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-1050474089060324234</id><published>2010-03-04T10:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T10:44:17.758-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Thursday's Thought! My Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/S4_UL3CVRvI/AAAAAAAAALE/SxVed1DxhGY/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444803774731601650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/S4_UL3CVRvI/AAAAAAAAALE/SxVed1DxhGY/s320/scan0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend had this as her status on Facebook today. I really like it. I miss you, Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(128,128,128);font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Thought of you with love today, but that is nothing new. I thought about you yesterday and days before that too. I think of you in silence, I often speak your name. All I have are memories and a picture in a frame. Your memory is a keepsake, with which I'll never part. God has you in His keeping, I have you in my hear&lt;span style="DISPLAY: inline" class="text_exposed_show"&gt;t. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-1050474089060324234?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/1050474089060324234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/03/thursdays-thought-my-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/1050474089060324234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/1050474089060324234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/03/thursdays-thought-my-dad.html' title='Thursday&apos;s Thought! My Dad!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/S4_UL3CVRvI/AAAAAAAAALE/SxVed1DxhGY/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-6790537352226878679</id><published>2010-02-18T08:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T08:36:39.180-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Thursday's Thought!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You can't turn back the clock, but you can wind it up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.... Bonnie Prudden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-6790537352226878679?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/6790537352226878679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/02/thursdays-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/6790537352226878679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/6790537352226878679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/02/thursdays-thought.html' title='Thursday&apos;s Thought!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-2293443324859230827</id><published>2010-02-17T09:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T09:20:51.164-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/S3v7CwYbYbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/WF_jCJDDFpk/s1600-h/image0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439216999745675698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/S3v7CwYbYbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/WF_jCJDDFpk/s320/image0011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8699050833475968346-2293443324859230827?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/2293443324859230827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/02/wordless-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/2293443324859230827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/2293443324859230827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/02/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/S3v7CwYbYbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/WF_jCJDDFpk/s72-c/image0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-8072044156888929122</id><published>2010-02-15T20:58:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:16:59.515-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday&apos;s Memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>Monday's Memory!  Billy Brown: The Baby Sitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/S3n-chLjpNI/AAAAAAAAAKo/xIIgK-oSWuU/s1600-h/0215002056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438657790923220178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/S3n-chLjpNI/AAAAAAAAAKo/xIIgK-oSWuU/s320/0215002056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Billy, Billy, will you do,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something that I want you to?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes, Ma. You know I like to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something that surprises you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you were little,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those words brought huge smiles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You could recite the story word for word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as I read aloud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could stop before the end of a sentence;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you would finish it from memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would start the next sentence from memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before I could even begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To say this was your favorite book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would be an understatement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To think you had a photographic memory &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was only a thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time flies, you're 20 now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and read on your own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just bet, though,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that you still remember Billy Brown!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-8072044156888929122?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/8072044156888929122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/02/mondays-memory-billy-brown-baby-sitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/8072044156888929122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/8072044156888929122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/02/mondays-memory-billy-brown-baby-sitter.html' title='Monday&apos;s Memory!  Billy Brown: The Baby Sitter'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/S3n-chLjpNI/AAAAAAAAAKo/xIIgK-oSWuU/s72-c/0215002056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-1354620211538276509</id><published>2010-02-11T21:55:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:46:24.077-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Creative?  Not Me! - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have received two good ideas for daily posts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ncrachel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt; suggested a "wordless" day. This would be where only a picture is posted that speaks for itself! I thought that was a neat idea! Rachel also suggested a Funny Friday. I love this, but I don't want to copy her exact title. Does anyone have another word? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pottsplace.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karen&lt;/a&gt; thought of a "treats" day where I blog about any ongoing projects I may have. As we all know, we always have ongoing projects - some we want to do and some annoying have to dos! I'm not certain I want to label it "treats," though - it gives the connotation of something good to eat. Any thought's?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These are the daily topics I have come up with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday's Memory&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday's Treat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wordless Wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thursday's Thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday's Funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said I probably won't give a post everyday, but the list at least gives me an idea of something to post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-1354620211538276509?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/1354620211538276509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/02/creative-not-me-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/1354620211538276509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/1354620211538276509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/02/creative-not-me-part-2.html' title='Creative?  Not Me! - Part 2'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-1956955263712545774</id><published>2010-02-10T20:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T20:52:20.358-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wednesday&apos;s Wisdom'/><title type='text'>Wednesday's Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.... Anonymous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-1956955263712545774?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/1956955263712545774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/02/wednesdays-wisdom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/1956955263712545774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/1956955263712545774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/02/wednesdays-wisdom.html' title='Wednesday&apos;s Wisdom'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-7810130397351223125</id><published>2010-02-10T10:05:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T10:32:53.191-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Creative?  Not Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ideas? I'm not very good when it comes to being "creative." Just ask anyone who knows me well! I'm good at copying and giving the originator credit, though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would like to get into the habit of being more consistent with my blogging - both here and my business blog. Sometimes during the day something will happen or a thought will come to mind, and I think about blogging. Then, I think it's probably not something anyone would care to read (that is, of course, presuming that someone other than me reads my blog!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thought it would help if I had daily topics. I may not hit each topic each day, but it would give me incentive! Help me with some topics! This is what I have so far:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday's Memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wednesday's Wisdom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thankful Thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, you creative folks! Create some titles for me!! Please!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-7810130397351223125?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/7810130397351223125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/02/creative-not-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/7810130397351223125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/7810130397351223125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/02/creative-not-me.html' title='Creative?  Not Me!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-2415975207591875745</id><published>2010-01-31T10:52:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T11:28:24.481-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><title type='text'>SNOW!!!!  January 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;In recent years, the amount of snow we receive has grown less and less - it's really sad. Our snowfalls usually end up in what I call the "green-brown checkerboard pattern" -- you can still see all of the green and brown grass on the ground, the snow is just enough of a dusting to look like the white lines separating the squares on a checkerboard. Pitiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Well......yesterday we had SNOW!!! We have 8 to 10 inches of snow on the ground!!!!! I do believe I am as excited as all the children I saw out yesterday - maybe even more! I took a long walk yesterday in the snow and so thoroughly enjoyed myself - it was so quiet - almost as if you could actually hear the snow falling. It was my own little slice of Heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;For those of you in parts of the country or world that receive lots of snow each winter, I'm sure you think I'm nuts! Take solace - I am! But ..... when you only get enough snow to actually cover the grass every 4 or 5 years and you have wonderful childhood memories of playing in the snow every winter, it's a novelty and fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Here are some of the pictures I took with my phone during yesterday's snowfall. I sat glued to my sliding glass door - mesmerized by the snowfall and the flood of memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/S2WtS34bFgI/AAAAAAAAAKY/69cXatNKe7c/s1600-h/0130000958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/S2WtS34bFgI/AAAAAAAAAKY/69cXatNKe7c/s320/0130000958.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432939065242228226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Throughout the day the icicles hanging from my birdbath grew so long that they eventually touched the bunny's nose!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/S2WtSFZzOoI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dPQNprl9jME/s1600-h/0130000826.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/S2WtSFZzOoI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dPQNprl9jME/s320/0130000826.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432939051692014210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/S2WrLPaqBxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/TmHApMQj3vs/s1600-h/0130000827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/S2WrLPaqBxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/TmHApMQj3vs/s320/0130000827.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432936735097620242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is looking out my front picture window.  For the first time in years you can't see the street because it's covered with SNOW!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/S2WrKcr06aI/AAAAAAAAAKA/2CXvsVCMRK4/s1600-h/0130000825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/S2WrKcr06aI/AAAAAAAAAKA/2CXvsVCMRK4/s320/0130000825.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432936721479428514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking out my sliding glass door to the backyard.  My little feathered friends were hitting the feeders constantly all day.  They loved the little smorgasbord of seed and corn we sprinkled on the ground under the picnic table!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/S2WrJRtmzPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/W6NOOpmXze8/s1600-h/0130000824a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/S2WrJRtmzPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/W6NOOpmXze8/s320/0130000824a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432936701354233074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little dog's ramp.  We had to keep it swept off throughout the day for her, as well as an area of ground!  Still ..... she would wait until the last minute to go potty.  She was not as excited over the snow as I!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/S2WrIpN5bcI/AAAAAAAAAJw/nWI5lMm-Mpk/s1600-h/0130000824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/S2WrIpN5bcI/AAAAAAAAAJw/nWI5lMm-Mpk/s320/0130000824.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432936690483817922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/S2WrIA-2ClI/AAAAAAAAAJo/B6sWT7B39v4/s1600-h/2010-01-309517.05.56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/S2WrIA-2ClI/AAAAAAAAAJo/B6sWT7B39v4/s320/2010-01-309517.05.56.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432936679683263058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my son's car.  We took this just so we could show how much snow we actually received!&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/8699050833475968346-2415975207591875745?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/2415975207591875745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-january-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/2415975207591875745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/2415975207591875745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-january-2010.html' title='SNOW!!!!  January 2010'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/S2WtS34bFgI/AAAAAAAAAKY/69cXatNKe7c/s72-c/0130000958.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-4694133388182387449</id><published>2010-01-31T09:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T10:07:36.805-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><title type='text'>"Snow On Da Ground!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Snow on da ground, snow on da ground, looking like a fool with your car spun around. Driving on the ice with your car goin' sideways, slidin' on the highways, mailbox hit sideways, driving like a fool with your car spun around."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;A very dear friend posted this status on her Facebook profile!  I laughed aloud when I read it - had to "steal" it for my daily status.  I decided it was simply so funny I had to post it here for others to read!! Thank you, Lona!  You've always been able to make me laugh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-4694133388182387449?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/4694133388182387449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-on-da-ground.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/4694133388182387449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/4694133388182387449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-on-da-ground.html' title='&quot;Snow On Da Ground!&quot;'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-8989524840405190622</id><published>2010-01-20T16:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T20:50:49.523-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wednesday&apos;s Wisdom'/><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;"A hero need not speak.  The world will speak for him when he is gone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;.... Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-8989524840405190622?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/8989524840405190622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/01/words-of-wisdom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/8989524840405190622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/8989524840405190622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2010/01/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of Wisdom'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-2565063883315707914</id><published>2009-12-03T00:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:45:48.836-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Life's Mantra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am a huge NFL fan.  I &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; the Pittsburgh Steelers!  Many may feel the Dallas Cowboys are America's team, but I &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; the Pittsburgh Steelers are GOD'S team!  No ..... I am not from Pennsylvania.  I was born, raised, and currently live on the east coast of Virginia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While riding around town on my daily runs I always have the car radio tuned to ESPN - must stay "in the know!"  As you can imagine, the main topic the last several days has been Tiger Woods.  Yesterday a listener called in to give his reflections on Tiger.  While chatting with the radio host he gave his life mantra ..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Those that mind don't matter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Those that matter don't mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This mantra has really stuck with me - I cannot seem to get it out of my head.  In my opinion it is very profound.  Stop for a few minutes and reflect on this mantra.  What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-2565063883315707914?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/2565063883315707914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2009/12/lifes-mantra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/2565063883315707914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/2565063883315707914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2009/12/lifes-mantra.html' title='Life&apos;s Mantra'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-7030382004529076306</id><published>2009-11-18T22:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:04:51.866-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Just A Few Pictures of My Backyard During the November 2009 Nor'Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/SwTC-gOjCyI/AAAAAAAAAJg/40aI9lRwlWA/s1600/IMG00224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405659831810067234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/SwTC-gOjCyI/AAAAAAAAAJg/40aI9lRwlWA/s320/IMG00224.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/SwTC-WEUa9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/CV0jscMJ87E/s1600/IMG00223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405659829082811346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/SwTC-WEUa9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/CV0jscMJ87E/s320/IMG00223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/SwTC-KRXhSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Zo8O-Q2JXuU/s1600/IMG00222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405659825916314914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/SwTC-KRXhSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Zo8O-Q2JXuU/s320/IMG00222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8699050833475968346-7030382004529076306?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/7030382004529076306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-few-pictures-of-my-backyard-during.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/7030382004529076306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/7030382004529076306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-few-pictures-of-my-backyard-during.html' title='Just A Few Pictures of My Backyard During the November 2009 Nor&apos;Easter!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03189928455651824636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/TNCFNQudaAI/AAAAAAAAANM/X7Z-GeQuR34/S220/Missy+Lippiatt+-+Pepper.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eWWk0PQqSeU/SwTC-gOjCyI/AAAAAAAAAJg/40aI9lRwlWA/s72-c/IMG00224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8699050833475968346.post-8847119866489817169</id><published>2009-11-18T20:09:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:33:28.912-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Technology .... Again! - National Blog Posting Month Day 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In an earlier post to my blog, I mentioned to you that I am not technologically efficient. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like things to remain simple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Technology is not simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like things to be hassle free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Technology is not hassle free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somewhere along the way I've probably mentioned that we were formerly Alltel customers. At some point this year Verizon Wireless bought Alltel. I guess Verizon Wireless feels it's extremely important that all former Alltel customers do things their way. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This past weekend Verizon Wireless decided it was very important they upgrade all former Alltel customer's voice mail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was nothing wrong with my voice mail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why is it important to change my voice mail? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My voice mail worked before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My voice mail doesn't work now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday I started the process of upgrading my voice mail. I found the written instructions so I could set it up correctly - step by step. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Step #1 did not work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got the feeling this was not a good sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I repeatedly tried Step #1 over a dozen times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Step #1 repeatedly did not work over that dozen times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I began to feel that this process wasn't going to be as simple as the written directions told me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I decided it would probably be best to just call the *611 customer support. She told me that someone had called earlier with the same problem, and that by working together we would have the problem solved in no time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well .... that wasn't exactly right. After a little while she told me she needed to be in touch with tech support because all the steps on her written instructions weren't working. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She put me on hold to contact tech support. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guess what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was not cut off when she put me on hold! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I figured this was a sign that things were beginning to look up. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The tech support guy came on the line and assured me that by working together we would have the problem solved in no time. Haven't I heard this before recently?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well .... that wasn't exactly right. After trying a couple of things, he said .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I just had a memo come through that the voice mail in your calling area is down, and they're working frantically to correct the problem. I'm afraid I can't tell you exactly how long it's going to take." &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So .... the solution he gave me was ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.... dial *86 to begin the upgrade process ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.... if you get a busy signal, the voice mail problem in your calling area has not been corrected ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.... if it rings, then the voice mail problem in my calling area has been corrected ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.... if the voice mail problem in my calling area has been corrected, then I'll be able to follow the prompts to upgrade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now doesn't all that sound ridiculous?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's the icing on the cupcake .... it's been 30 hours since I was given this wonderful solution by tech support .... I'm still getting a busy signal when I dial *86 .... I guess that means the voice mail problem in my calling area has not been corrected .... I guess that means I get to call tech support again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hate technology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8699050833475968346-8847119866489817169?l=lipplounge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/feeds/8847119866489817169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2009/11/technology-again-national-blog-posting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/8847119866489817169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8699050833475968346/posts/default/8847119866489817169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipplounge.blogspot.com/2009/11/technology-again-national-blog-posting.html' title='Technology .... 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