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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208253839979330182</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 29 Jul 2011 03:12:17 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>health and diseases</category><title>Terasa's Blog</title><description /><link>http://terasasblog.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Terasa)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</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/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TerasasBlog" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="terasasblog" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208253839979330182.post-6757822312955873090</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Jun 2009 16:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-09T12:49:34.492-04:00</atom:updated><title>Baby Food</title><description>Over the years, baby food has changed quite a bit.  It used to be all simple stuff but now there's a million different brands and flavors.  Then there's the organic stuff.  It's crazy.  The one thing I can't find that they used to have is juice for sensitive bellies.  I don't see those anywhere.  I used to have to get them because they were much more sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/199/C54DEB9C5D8C10DD5D2D040C50EB0A13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208253839979330182-6757822312955873090?l=terasasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://terasasblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-food.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Terasa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208253839979330182.post-7710596944862086248</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2009 18:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-21T14:58:04.566-04:00</atom:updated><title>Movies</title><description>I have watched so many movies lately.  The funny part is, it seems like I always miss pieces of every single movie.  I miss just that one piece and it screws me up for the rest of the movie.  So, I've learned to get simple movies if I know I will be interrupted, which most of the time I am.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/199/C54DEB9C5D8C10DD5D2D040C50EB0A13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208253839979330182-7710596944862086248?l=terasasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://terasasblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/movies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Terasa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208253839979330182.post-7262476636789820667</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2009 23:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-09T12:53:33.637-04:00</atom:updated><title>Shirts</title><description>Has anyone noticed that shirts these days are short?  I can't find a regular t-shirt that's long enough on me and I'm not a tall person that needs special tall shirts.  It seems a little wierd.  I used to get a bigger size just so it was longer but now the bigger sizes are only wider, not longer.  I don't know if it's just where I shop or what but I never had this much of a problem finding shirts before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/199/C54DEB9C5D8C10DD5D2D040C50EB0A13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208253839979330182-7262476636789820667?l=terasasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://terasasblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/shirts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Terasa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208253839979330182.post-2368777755797698830</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2009 17:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-21T15:04:31.816-04:00</atom:updated><title>Babies</title><description>There are so many different sized babies out there!  When the baby is yours, it's kind of funny because you think they are huge because you've watched them grow.  Everyone else who sees them says they are just so tiny!  Every baby out there is unique in some way, I guess it's not any different for adults!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/199/C54DEB9C5D8C10DD5D2D040C50EB0A13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208253839979330182-2368777755797698830?l=terasasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://terasasblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/babies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Terasa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208253839979330182.post-2883088706992059814</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2009 16:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-09T12:45:30.260-04:00</atom:updated><title>April</title><description>April seems to be the month that all of the kids birthdays come.  Everyone I know has kids that were all born around the same time!  Isn't that crazy?  So, there are tons of presents that have to be purchased!  Plus, there are tons of parties to attend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/199/C54DEB9C5D8C10DD5D2D040C50EB0A13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208253839979330182-2883088706992059814?l=terasasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://terasasblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/april.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Terasa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208253839979330182.post-3493668154151435710</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Mar 2009 12:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-21T15:07:05.729-04:00</atom:updated><title>Baby Clothes</title><description>Do you believe the cost of baby clothes?  I can't get over it.  I can go buy a cheap, plain t-shirt for $5.00 for myself and a baby onesie is like $7.00!!!  It's absolutely ridiculous!  It's not like they even use half of the material as an adult shirt.  That's why they always say people can't afford babies because they charge so much money for the clothes and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/199/C54DEB9C5D8C10DD5D2D040C50EB0A13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208253839979330182-3493668154151435710?l=terasasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://terasasblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-clothes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Terasa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208253839979330182.post-8968222252557801284</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Mar 2009 23:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-21T15:02:32.724-04:00</atom:updated><title>Birthday Parties</title><description>There is a certain time where it seems like we go to birthday parties like crazy.  They are never-ending between the months of March uintil May.  They are all kids parties, so we buy crazy toys!  They are nice for the kids and it's not their fault all of the parties are around the same time.  You can't really skip one and go to all the other parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/199/C54DEB9C5D8C10DD5D2D040C50EB0A13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208253839979330182-8968222252557801284?l=terasasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://terasasblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-parties.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Terasa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208253839979330182.post-1251948523149138707</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Mar 2009 16:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-21T15:12:07.308-04:00</atom:updated><title>Actors &amp; Actresses</title><description>I don't know about you but as much as I'd love the money, I would hate the attention of being an actress.  I have seen a few punch the cameramen who stick the cameras in their faces.  I have to admit, I'd want to be one of them people.  Most of them can't even go to the bathroom without a camera being stuck in their face.  They are just human like everyone else but when they screw up it's like a bomb went off.  It's nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/199/C54DEB9C5D8C10DD5D2D040C50EB0A13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208253839979330182-1251948523149138707?l=terasasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://terasasblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/actors-actresses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Terasa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208253839979330182.post-1873653117022499137</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2009 05:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-09T12:40:58.798-04:00</atom:updated><title>Short Month</title><description>February is such a short month.  It seems like it gets shorter every year, lol.  I know it doesn't but it certainly feels like it.  I guess now the years in general just fly by!  The older I get, the faster it seems to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/199/C54DEB9C5D8C10DD5D2D040C50EB0A13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208253839979330182-1873653117022499137?l=terasasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://terasasblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/short-month.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Terasa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208253839979330182.post-2821267919069336509</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2009 19:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-21T15:09:43.522-04:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Valentines Day</title><description>Happy Valentines Day!  I know it's not a big holiday but it's a holiday anyway!  I like holidays.  Everyone gets together and you get an excuse to spend time with your family.  I guess that's what I like to do.  There is nothing better than spending time with your family and the people you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/199/C54DEB9C5D8C10DD5D2D040C50EB0A13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208253839979330182-2821267919069336509?l=terasasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://terasasblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Terasa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208253839979330182.post-1101609384092061370</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2009 15:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-21T15:00:05.417-04:00</atom:updated><title>Valentines Day</title><description>What are you doing for Valentines Day?  They have so many options for gifts now, it's hard to choose.  We usually do simple stuff so we can save our money for the bigger holidays.  A simple dinner and maybe a small gift to me seems like enough for Valentines Day.  I guess if I was rich, it wouldn't matter how much I spent.  Then I would probably buy tons of stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/199/C54DEB9C5D8C10DD5D2D040C50EB0A13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208253839979330182-1101609384092061370?l=terasasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://terasasblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Terasa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208253839979330182.post-1629791149210101392</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Jan 2009 01:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-09T12:39:04.861-04:00</atom:updated><title>Summer</title><description>I can't wait until summer time.  There are some days when I can look outside and I think about how great summer will be.  I can name off tons of things I want to do when it gets nice out.  Of course, a lot of them don't get done but when it's snowing out, you can only hope for it to get warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/199/C54DEB9C5D8C10DD5D2D040C50EB0A13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208253839979330182-1629791149210101392?l=terasasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://terasasblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/summer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Terasa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208253839979330182.post-2298279228268959185</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jan 2009 19:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-09T12:37:01.274-04:00</atom:updated><title>Snow</title><description>When I was little, I used to love the snow.  I still do but now I wish it was warm with snow, lol.  I can't stay out in the cold anymore like I could when I was little.  It didn't matter so much then.  Now, I just love to watch my daughter play out in the snow.  She just loves it and I could watch her all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/199/C54DEB9C5D8C10DD5D2D040C50EB0A13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208253839979330182-2298279228268959185?l=terasasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://terasasblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Terasa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208253839979330182.post-4695575045306290565</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 21:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-21T14:54:20.170-04:00</atom:updated><title>Life</title><description>Life is sometimes pretty crazy.  Lately, it seems to be crazy all the time, not just some times.  I am not a religious person but I truly believe God doesn't give you any more than you can handle.  Although, I think it's pushed to the limit!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/199/C54DEB9C5D8C10DD5D2D040C50EB0A13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208253839979330182-4695575045306290565?l=terasasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://terasasblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Terasa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208253839979330182.post-7799565493911479545</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Dec 2008 07:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-21T14:56:33.153-04:00</atom:updated><title>Family</title><description>I have learned that family is all you really have.  I know when I was younger, I never knew the difference.  I would always put my boyfriends, friends, or myself first.  Now, I have learned that nobody trumps family.  So, next time you get mad at someone in your family, just remember, they are the people that will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/199/C54DEB9C5D8C10DD5D2D040C50EB0A13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208253839979330182-7799565493911479545?l=terasasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://terasasblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/family.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Terasa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208253839979330182.post-7025249129128718847</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Oct 2008 00:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-30T20:11:22.343-04:00</atom:updated><title>Parenting Magazine "DVD of the Year!"</title><description>&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/6xnamx"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 566px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tinyurl.com/6xnamx" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parenting magazine has an &lt;a href="http://www.bopalots.com/"&gt;award-winning educational DVD&lt;/a&gt; that is called "Bop-Along with the Bop-a-Lots". It is the cutest dvd. They are cute little animals and they are very colorful. It teaches kids productive thinking, which is something I feel should be learned when they are little. This dvd is for ages 0 - 5. Anyone with little ones should check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/199/C54DEB9C5D8C10DD5D2D040C50EB0A13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/6nhxvg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208253839979330182-7025249129128718847?l=terasasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://terasasblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/parenting-magazine-dvd-of-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Terasa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208253839979330182.post-8062109307462863475</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2008 14:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-30T20:04:02.807-04:00</atom:updated><title>Lab</title><description>I found the cutest lab mix puppy online today but I don't know what it's mixed with.  I want to be sure it's not pit bull or anything like that.  I think labs are just the best dogs.  German shepherds are too but labs are my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/199/C54DEB9C5D8C10DD5D2D040C50EB0A13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208253839979330182-8062109307462863475?l=terasasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://terasasblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/lab.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Terasa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208253839979330182.post-4017561017187475528</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 20:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-30T19:52:55.929-04:00</atom:updated><title>Pets</title><description>Part of me is ready to get another dog but the other part of me doesn't want to train it! I know that sounds awful but pretty soon I am going to be as big as a house and getting up in the winter time to let a puppy out doesn't really sound like fun! I loved having my dog and there certainly isn't any other animal that will be like my dog was. I had her for 11 years though and she was a very good dog. I guess I will be very picky if I decide to get another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/199/C54DEB9C5D8C10DD5D2D040C50EB0A13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208253839979330182-4017561017187475528?l=terasasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://terasasblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/pets.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Terasa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208253839979330182.post-1122898696499727396</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 22:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-08T21:38:56.833-04:00</atom:updated><title>Realize Band</title><description>For &lt;a href="http://www.journeylite.com/"&gt;houston weight loss&lt;/a&gt;, the realize band is an option. The realize band, otherwise known as lap band is a surgical option to weight loss. It is an option I would suggest you research greatly to make a decision. It is reversible and adjustable for the rest of your life. So, check it out and see what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/199/C54DEB9C5D8C10DD5D2D040C50EB0A13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/4gyqf7" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208253839979330182-1122898696499727396?l=terasasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://terasasblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/realize-band.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Terasa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208253839979330182.post-2617753993298900752</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 13:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-08T21:32:33.428-04:00</atom:updated><title>Treatment at Work</title><description>So, since I found out I'm pregnant, a couple of my co-workers have really been pretty nasty to me.  I think it's awful how people get treated when they have a disability.  I realize I'm not totally disabled or anything like that but the pregnancy makes it harder for me to do some stuff.  Plus, I am high-risk so that makes a difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/199/C54DEB9C5D8C10DD5D2D040C50EB0A13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208253839979330182-2617753993298900752?l=terasasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://terasasblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/treatment-at-work.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Terasa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208253839979330182.post-4754256673465346234</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2008 23:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-08T21:29:59.863-04:00</atom:updated><title>Moving around furniture</title><description>I would love to move my furniture around.  It's hard though because we have such small rooms.  Our house is the older style with lots of rooms but all are small.  I don't even think I could rearrange the rooms around.  Some day I will have to take a day and try to move it all around and see what I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/199/C54DEB9C5D8C10DD5D2D040C50EB0A13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208253839979330182-4754256673465346234?l=terasasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://terasasblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/moving-around-furniture.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Terasa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208253839979330182.post-1036727349545897212</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Sep 2008 17:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-08T21:27:51.978-04:00</atom:updated><title>Cleaning the furniture</title><description>Anybody have any ideas on the best way to clean the couch cushions???  I have tried quite a few things but eventually they seem to get nasty fast.  Realistically, I need to just buy a new couch and loveseat but for now I have learned a temporary way to clean them.  I have taken the covers off and tried washing the cushions.  It seems to work but I'm afraid if I do that too much it'll take it apart.  Any suggestions from anyone, I'm open!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/199/C54DEB9C5D8C10DD5D2D040C50EB0A13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208253839979330182-1036727349545897212?l=terasasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://terasasblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/cleaning-furniture.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Terasa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208253839979330182.post-4206890591780061675</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Sep 2008 21:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-08T21:24:07.790-04:00</atom:updated><title>Lazy Days</title><description>I have been having a lot of lazy days lately.  No.....I'm not saying I'm lazy!  I just get those days where I don't feel like doing anything at all.  Especially after I get home from work.  It has been a long day and I could just hide in the bedroom and go to sleep!  Does that sound awful???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/199/C54DEB9C5D8C10DD5D2D040C50EB0A13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208253839979330182-4206890591780061675?l=terasasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://terasasblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/lazy-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Terasa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208253839979330182.post-722627138630604351</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Aug 2008 23:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-08T21:22:11.300-04:00</atom:updated><title>Using bleach</title><description>I don't know about anyone else but I hate using bleach to clean stuff.  I think it works great but it smells awful.  I have always stayed away from it as much as possible.  One day I thought I'd use it because the counters just looked awful and I couldn't believe the difference it made.  So, I think I will have to start using it whether I like it or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/199/C54DEB9C5D8C10DD5D2D040C50EB0A13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208253839979330182-722627138630604351?l=terasasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://terasasblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/using-bleach.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Terasa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208253839979330182.post-550302469551291308</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 13:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-08T21:20:08.069-04:00</atom:updated><title>Need a Vacation</title><description>I need a vacation!  I have been having those days where a vacation is the only thing that sounds good.  I just wish I could pick up and go.  Of course, I have to have money to do that.  LOL  Some day I will be able to go and do that whenever I want.  Until then, I have to live in the real life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/199/C54DEB9C5D8C10DD5D2D040C50EB0A13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4208253839979330182-550302469551291308?l=terasasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://terasasblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/need-vacation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Terasa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

