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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMBSX86eCp7ImA9WhRRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966393748300385179</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:27:38.110-08:00</updated><title>Lindsey's Writings</title><subtitle type="html">This is a Blog about my life and whatever else I can think of.  I hope that ya'll enjoy reading it. While you are visiting please visit the Sponsored Links.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lindseyswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lindseyswritings.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966393748300385179/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>L Mayes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15440120160462968136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IN30LD8RngA/SkgiPNPbuzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2Sepkv3J95E/S220/lcw+wedding+009.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/LindseysWritings" /><feedburner:info uri="lindseyswritings" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MEQH06cCp7ImA9WxNaE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966393748300385179.post-5477052047521904793</id><published>2009-11-27T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T15:43:21.318-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-27T15:43:21.318-08:00</app:edited><title>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type="html">I know that I haven't written in a while.  I guess that I have just been putting up Christmas decorations and getting ready for Thanksgiving.  I hope that everybody had a wonderful Thanksgiving.  I know that both me and my husband did.  Yesterday morning we got up and watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.  Which to me the channel that we were watching had little parade and more talking than anything.  Then around 11 :30 a.m. we went over to my mothers.  Man did we have a feast.  We had Ham, Dressing, Mac and Cheese, Sweet and Sour Beans, and a whole bunch of other stuff.  Let me tell ya, that I really ate too much.  After we got done at my Mom's we came home and got the Christmas tree out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got the Christmas Tree put up we left, and went to see my husbands parents.  That is where we had a very light supper.  We just had the most wonderful time visiting both families.  I hope that everybody had a wonderful Thanksgiving.  What all did &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; do for Thanksgiving?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966393748300385179-5477052047521904793?l=lindseyswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Saturday morning we left for the big city of New Orleans, LA.  My husband parents came up from Brandon, MS and when they got to our house around 9 in the morning when my husband told them to get here at 10 a.m.  We could tell that they were excited.  Which I was too.  We got to the hotel around 1 p.m.  Which the room was really nice.  It had 2 double beds and a nice bathroom.  After we got settled into the hotel, we went down to the French Market.  Just that short walk and I could tell that I was already getting tired and the day had just begun.  Plus the sandals that I was wearing gave me blisters on my feet.  We just walked around the French Market for a little while and then we took the Trolley to the River Walk.  It felt so good on my feet for me just to be riding.  We walked around the River Walk for a while.  While we were there there was a cruise ship that was fixing to leave.  It was the first time that I have ever seen a cruise ship in person like that.  It was huge.  The ship also had one of water slides up on the top deck.  Which was neat.  My husband and his father went down to get a closer look at the ship.   After watching the ship leave, we went back to our hotel room.  By this time, my feet was about to fall off.  We finally got back to the hotel about 30 minutes later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we got up and went down to the hotel Cafe and ate breakfast.  With the package deal that we got you get the complimentary parking and one free breakfast.  It is a good thing that we got that one free breakfast because while we were eating I overheard the waitress tell somebody that the buffet was $19.00 per person.  I just almost fell out.  After we got done eating we went walking again.  By this time my feet were still hurting me.  We had to go back to the River Walk and buy me some new shoes.  Then after my feet finally got to feeling better we went down Bourbon Street.  Let me tell ya.  My husband's parents got their eyes opened.  We passed by one of the bars which was a strip club I heard one of the guys say It is family night no cover charge, ya'll come on in.  That just made my stomach turn.  Plus whenever a guy walked by that strip club one of the girls would just bend over and she had like a G-String on and I had to hit my husband over the back with the map just so he would keep on moving.  The music coming from the other bars was wonderful.  We also saw this guy that was so drunk that he had to be held up by his wife and some other lady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really did have a wonderful time.  My husbands parents really enjoyed it.  That is something that I will never forget.  I don't believe that neither will they.  Now I am just not looking forward to the washing clothes and getting my husband and I ready for another week. 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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4FkB4vzyolh2VgVWhruQ93KWM04/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4FkB4vzyolh2VgVWhruQ93KWM04/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LindseysWritings/~4/fQoj2CDLxbc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lindseyswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/2730379980829251765/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lindseyswritings.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-havens-it-is-friday.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966393748300385179/posts/default/2730379980829251765?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966393748300385179/posts/default/2730379980829251765?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LindseysWritings/~3/fQoj2CDLxbc/thank-havens-it-is-friday.html" title="Thank Havens It is Friday" /><author><name>L Mayes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15440120160462968136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IN30LD8RngA/SkgiPNPbuzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2Sepkv3J95E/S220/lcw+wedding+009.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://lindseyswritings.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-havens-it-is-friday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAERHc8fyp7ImA9WxJbGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966393748300385179.post-7092156547722253214</id><published>2009-07-29T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T12:38:25.977-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-30T12:38:25.977-07:00</app:edited><title>My Five Guilty Pleasures</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I guess that I am fixing to tell you my five most guilty pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Singing to the radio in my car-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Every day I really hate to say it that I sing to every country song that comes over the radio. I guess that helps me unwind when ever I am coming home from work. &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reading Romance Novels-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I just love to read. On a rainy day or a weekend. I will just sit on the couch and read me a good romance novel. I just love to engulf myself into a really good Janette &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oke&lt;/span&gt;, Tracie Peterson and Beverly Lewis books. Right now I am reading Tracie Peterson's latest book called A Love To Last Forever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Teddy Bears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I know that I am too old to be having these around the house. Whenever I go to a store I just half to look at the Teddy Bears. Now I think that I have about every Teddy Bear that has ever been made. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nascar&lt;/span&gt; Races&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I just love to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nascar&lt;/span&gt; Races. I just love to root for my favorite driver Kasey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kahne&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt; of each race. When you actually get to go to a race. It is like nothing in the world. When you go to a actual race there is just so many people that it could probably make a whole state. Plus there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of beer drinking also. When the cars pass by at over 200 m.p.h. you can just smell the rubber and the grit of the tires. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bit&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ing&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; my finger nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I have had this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nervous&lt;/span&gt; habit ever since I was a little girl of biting my finger nails. I just don't know why I do it. I do it before any race or special event. My husband does the same thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.bulldogyard.com/v/vspfiles/photos/HMS-50400-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966393748300385179-7092156547722253214?l=lindseyswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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