<?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-2459212886076057718</id><updated>2011-12-27T20:00:44.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Forward</title><subtitle type='html'>It's okay to fall sometimes, just keep leaning forward!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459212886076057718/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07213520245499129630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SoRfNzZX53I/AAAAAAAAAOs/uIZIvmLfr8o/S220/meg.al.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459212886076057718.post-5906736461508094996</id><published>2009-10-29T11:52:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T20:00:44.267-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SunLC5iqXuI/AAAAAAAAARw/bc7EcOX20JE/s1600-h/Dallas.Bday+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398068879046631138" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SunLC5iqXuI/AAAAAAAAARw/bc7EcOX20JE/s400/Dallas.Bday+079.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My 'baby' turned 16 at the end of September !! I cannot believe it. Makes me feel so old. And I am left asking myself where time flew off to ? I can remember when Alex was just a baby, every 'mom' I knew told me to cherish each and every moment because it would fly by. And it did. They were right. I have tears in my eyes, just writing this. She is my one and only, and that makes it so much harder. In two VERY SHORT years, she will be in Junior college and then away to a major University only a year after that. She is my life. She is so beautiful and smart beyond her years. One of the most mature teenagers I know. And I am not just saying that because she is mine. She is truly so wise. Her youth director at church once told me that he thought she was an old person, who had a life full of experiences and insight, just trapped in a little person's body. I believe she has an 'old soul'. It's remarkable really. Maybe it is because she is an only child and grew up around adults mostly. Or maybe it is because she has been through a heck of alot, for a child her age. She and I 'grew up together'...literally. At the time, it was tough and painful. Now, looking back, I wouldn't have it any other way. Alex and I have a relationship that is so unique and special beyond words. We are EXTREMELY close. We talk about EVERYTHING...sex, drugs, music, whatever. At some point, already, we have probably covered the topic. I am blessed that God chose ME to be responsible for such a WONDERFUL little person. I could not POSSIBLY be more proud than I am now. Alex is special. I believe God will use her to touch lives in unbelievable ways. Although I am sad that she will leave me, one day sooner than later, I am overjoyed at the fact that I get to watch her live out her dreams and witness how God will use her in the next 40 years. It's always an adventure with Alex !!! I am posting a few pictures from her 'Sweet 16' getaway. We travelled to Dallas and had a blast !! I love you Alexandria !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398068610413743682" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SunKzQzlzkI/AAAAAAAAARo/pTk48OeeV-A/s400/Dallas.Bday+046.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 263px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SunNeSN_bCI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1-8Mr_AqVVo/s1600-h/Dallas.Bday+076.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398071548550540322" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SunNeSN_bCI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1-8Mr_AqVVo/s400/Dallas.Bday+076.jpg" style="height: 257px; width: 331px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SunOJbX-9cI/AAAAAAAAASY/MiIHkwzndHU/s1600-h/Dallas.Bday+012.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398072289742747074" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SunOJbX-9cI/AAAAAAAAASY/MiIHkwzndHU/s400/Dallas.Bday+012.jpg" style="height: 259px; width: 342px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SunMUmO53RI/AAAAAAAAASA/opakxle4scU/s1600-h/Dallas.Bday+002.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398070282612759826" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SunMUmO53RI/AAAAAAAAASA/opakxle4scU/s400/Dallas.Bday+002.jpg" style="height: 245px; width: 329px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SunM5__5XoI/AAAAAAAAASI/-RuxXzR_iFs/s1600-h/Dallas.Bday+001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398070925184294530" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SunM5__5XoI/AAAAAAAAASI/-RuxXzR_iFs/s400/Dallas.Bday+001.jpg" style="height: 246px; width: 334px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/2459212886076057718-5906736461508094996?l=fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/5906736461508094996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com/2009/10/sweet-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459212886076057718/posts/default/5906736461508094996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459212886076057718/posts/default/5906736461508094996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com/2009/10/sweet-16.html' title='Sweet 16'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07213520245499129630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SoRfNzZX53I/AAAAAAAAAOs/uIZIvmLfr8o/S220/meg.al.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SunLC5iqXuI/AAAAAAAAARw/bc7EcOX20JE/s72-c/Dallas.Bday+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459212886076057718.post-1265442685617664080</id><published>2009-09-10T09:03:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:22:21.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you are a SINGLE woman when.....</title><content type='html'>1. There is enough hair on your legs that even Godzilla would be afraid of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It's invansion of the tampons !! There's one lying in every nook and cranny of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You couldn't find a bar of soap to save your life. It's all about vanilla exfoliating shower gels and honey suckle bubble bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. For that matter, your bathroom shower looks like a bath and body works store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You own flannel pajamas in every color of the rainbow. And you sleep in them regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your television is programmed to only three channels : Lifetime Movie network, HGTV, and Martha Stewart Living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You can actually take a shower without the bathroom smelling like poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. And, there are not boogers stuck to the shower walls. Come on now girls, you know what I am talking about ....what is it with men blowing their nose in the shower !!!! Hideous I tell you ...just hideous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You don't have to worry about falling in the toilet because the seat is always up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The toilet seat is actually white. Not yellow pee stained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your dog's name is Sugar. And he is a MALE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You go to a football game and ask the person next to you 'What inning is this?' and you yell 'TOUCH DOWN BABY!!!!!' at a baseball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Your bedroom looks like something out of a Martha Stewart magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Friday nights consists of flannel pajamas (refer to point #5), a Bette Midler movie marathon, and tackling a carton of bon bons, singlehandedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Your best friend is a gay man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. And he is #1 on your speed dial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Your lawn boy's night job is a Chippendale Dancer....cause you KNOW your husband would never go for that. LOL !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. And you coincidently seem to always be sun bathing in your itsy witsy teeny tiny poka dot bikini when he comes to mow the lawn. How ironic !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Your favorite sport is ice skating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Your cd changer consists of Celine Dion, Barbara Streisand, and Tina Turner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Your movie collection consists of Flashdance, Somewhere In Time, The Way We Were, An Affair to Remember, and other fabulous mushy chic flicks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your sofa is leopard print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Your house is three different shades of pink. Fushia. Salmon. and Persian Rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your pillow and sheets always smell of Lavendar linen spray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Every door handle in the house is used for a bra hanger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Your license plate reads :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379864591750740802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SqkeV6sBO0I/AAAAAAAAARg/rEjBtLrbOa4/s400/coolpl8z_pms_24_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2459212886076057718-1265442685617664080?l=fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/1265442685617664080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-you-are-single-woman-when.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459212886076057718/posts/default/1265442685617664080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459212886076057718/posts/default/1265442685617664080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-you-are-single-woman-when.html' title='You know you are a SINGLE woman when.....'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07213520245499129630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SoRfNzZX53I/AAAAAAAAAOs/uIZIvmLfr8o/S220/meg.al.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SqkeV6sBO0I/AAAAAAAAARg/rEjBtLrbOa4/s72-c/coolpl8z_pms_24_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459212886076057718.post-3366362117423905550</id><published>2009-08-19T13:40:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:16:28.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371761069660766434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SoxUO2dnAOI/AAAAAAAAAP0/jlZuvbGAHLM/s400/P1010161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been an interesting summer. Very interesting. I think I may have even lost a few of my 'sanity' genes (as if I could afford to loose what I have !) As a matter of fact, the picture above may be an indication of the fact that I am officially LOONEY ! Anyway, I will try to sum up this summer for you, briefly (is that possible?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it EVER a good sign to start the summer w/ attorneys and a big move on the hottest day of the year? I am thinking....NOT ! As my father stated during the move &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'it was enough to make even a Baptist Preacher wanna cuss' !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving in 150 degree weather (make that Texas Heat) is NEVER fun. Throw in a master bedroom suite that suddenly became known as the 'Suite from Hell' . My oh soooo Heavenly Bed , not so Heavenly.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371765411473869362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SoxYLk-hSjI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qBwhexOYQMA/s400/5251_126279022348_673652348_3437466_7890310_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enormous and light as a feather (can you hear the sarcasm?..baaahhhaaahaha).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Legend has it that most Texas women are C R A Z Y !!! At least that's what the men like to say. I've decided it has to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE HEAT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...it makes us all nutty !!! I'm just sayin' !! Here's the proof....the summer has been so HOT here , I even experienced a moment of slight in INSANITY....i woke up in a tatoo parlor. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I left with a ring in my belly button ! Yikes !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SoxcRGwvI-I/AAAAAAAAAQY/HLaStoc5e88/s1600-h/4865_119107077348_673652348_3289494_7119213_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371769904488719330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SoxcRGwvI-I/AAAAAAAAAQY/HLaStoc5e88/s400/4865_119107077348_673652348_3289494_7119213_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SoxdR4aOu0I/AAAAAAAAAQg/RBQ-toLE29U/s1600-h/4865_119106687348_673652348_3289489_2792276_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SoxdR4aOu0I/AAAAAAAAAQg/RBQ-toLE29U/s1600-h/4865_119106687348_673652348_3289489_2792276_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Speaking of 'hell'...how about a trip to HELL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371773395488521842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SoxfcTv8vnI/AAAAAAAAAQo/FTnyxTk2-6M/s400/5251_131348902348_673652348_3533933_4848490_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wait, that was just &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vegas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! wheeewww(*shakes head and laughs out loud !) ..but hey, What Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas, right? Thank the good Lord. And I would be lyin' if I said it was ALL bad... wink wink, Lance ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I must pay tribute to the psychotic homeless bum in D.C. that threatened to&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CUT UP"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my BFF and I, if we didn't buy him a hot dog...seriously?! I saw my life flash before my eyes...and then I remembered good ole' Abe...always watching over his peeps !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371775891404357202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/Soxhtlwp_lI/AAAAAAAAAQw/TVG3i-rpR9k/s400/6131_135000092348_673652348_3600593_6335697_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks Abe !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My insaneness carried over to my vacation in D.C., with my daughter. I did not win the 'Mother of the Year' award by carrying my baby to a Nickleback concert. Somebody please beat some sense into me....why did I think this was a good idea? I exposed my daughter to profanity, nudity, alcohol, and weed (let me rephrase that...the row of kids in front of us exposed her to weed! lol ) in four hours time. But like I said, IT'S THE HEAT !! THE HEAT MADE ME DO IT !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371777847660071266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SoxjfdYXSWI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/XfbRqBNVCnI/s400/us.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can somebody please explain these pictures to me? Yes, I know that is ME in the picture. YES I am aware that it appears to be ME chasing DUCKS ! YES YES YES !!I realize these were taken in front of the Lincoln Memorial. Wait...I am pretty sure the ducks called me a 'Quack' when we walked by....yep, that's it !!!!! I remember now ! Boy, was I gonna make them pay !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371781421497926530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/Soxmve9tQ4I/AAAAAAAAARI/vHTImOB_P3o/s400/6131_135000027348_673652348_3600586_707373_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371780738855271442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SoxmHv7A_BI/AAAAAAAAARA/3U7PwqJquv4/s400/6131_135000017348_673652348_3600584_3059067_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what summer is complete without a visit to the ER......three words for ya - Daughter. Karate. Broken nose. (Did I mention her boyfriend did it?) But like I always say...just keep "Falling Forward"....hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case my summer wasn't crazy enough....we topped it off with a good ole' fashion SURGERY !!! Nothing like the stinch of a hospital waiting room ....ahhhh...refreshing !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 418px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371782917668976050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SoxoGkortbI/AAAAAAAAARQ/HkfOgWEyuAI/s400/nose1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's back to school on Monday....I am holding my breath until then !!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2459212886076057718-3366362117423905550?l=fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3366362117423905550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-of-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459212886076057718/posts/default/3366362117423905550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459212886076057718/posts/default/3366362117423905550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-of-2009.html' title='Summer of 2009'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07213520245499129630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SoRfNzZX53I/AAAAAAAAAOs/uIZIvmLfr8o/S220/meg.al.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SoxUO2dnAOI/AAAAAAAAAP0/jlZuvbGAHLM/s72-c/P1010161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459212886076057718.post-5061591024067548855</id><published>2009-08-14T12:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T12:25:52.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life, New Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SoWdX1W0dQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/O119RLj5mLs/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369871163494528258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SoWdX1W0dQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/O119RLj5mLs/s400/blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bear with me as I try to reevaluate my life...along with my blog ! I am in a new place in life and so I felt that drastic times (my new life) call for drastic measures (new blog) ! Out with the old...in with the new...right?! This should be interesting...as I rebuild my life...my fellow bloggers can watch from afar in this little quirky world of 'blogging'. But that's okay...I don't mind. Just because I have complete control over this little place of mine....you only see what I choose to post ! LOL ! Not to disappoint....it will still be juicy at times....and sad....and fun...and even CRAZY ! You can't hide CRAZY...right? Besides, I find blogging 'good for the soul'. Very therapeutic ! It's like venting to your bff...only you don't have to listen to any advice. It's just a 'take it or leave it' kind of place. Those of you who know me...know why I chose to start fresh...to build a new blog...to 'fall forward' ..rather than keep clinging to the past. So here it is...the first step in learning to &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIVE OUT LOUD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and quit looking back !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy blogging my sweet friends !!! Look forward to catching up...I've been away for a while !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2459212886076057718-5061591024067548855?l=fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/5061591024067548855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-life-new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459212886076057718/posts/default/5061591024067548855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459212886076057718/posts/default/5061591024067548855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-life-new-blog.html' title='New Life, New Blog'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07213520245499129630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SoRfNzZX53I/AAAAAAAAAOs/uIZIvmLfr8o/S220/meg.al.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SoWdX1W0dQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/O119RLj5mLs/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459212886076057718.post-843497800212985567</id><published>2009-08-13T15:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:19:01.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My wreckage...HIS masterpiece</title><content type='html'>"...Because it is by HIS GRACE that we walk through this life, by HIS and HIS alone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories flood my soul. Springing forth, overwhelming me with the notion that I should pause, a bit longer, on this chapter of my life entitled "Lessons Learned".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hesistate flipping the page. But HE beckons and I obey. This chapter is too familar. Verse by verse, it burns with turmoil. My thoughts smolder in its ruins. Some memories vivid. Some vague. But all lie under the ash of what remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I steady myself in the midst of this darkness. For HE that is in me, is GREATER than he that is in the world.....I prod my heart to seek HIM. Time and again. And again. I seek HIM. He gives me strength to push on. I understand now why he beckoned me to come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded of HIS presence in this place. He was standing there, in the midst of my hysteria. His arms - stretched wide and ever so gently stroking my tears away. One by one, each tear he touched. He felt the affliction of my soul. He whispers to me, ..."I am already there". He knows what is next. Why do I fear... to turn the page?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I venture along, into the depths of my remorse - at times grief stricken, even apathetic - my spirit crushed, but not consumed. I continued to watch as He held captive... each and every one....my trials of desperation, and anguish, and sorrow. The reminents of which , together, begin to form the firm ground beneath my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am paralyzed, at this very moment, as he reveals to me the awe of His Power and Grace. For through my own shame, he weaved this story, this Masterpiece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2459212886076057718-843497800212985567?l=fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/843497800212985567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-wreckagehis-masterpiece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459212886076057718/posts/default/843497800212985567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459212886076057718/posts/default/843497800212985567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-wreckagehis-masterpiece.html' title='My wreckage...HIS masterpiece'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07213520245499129630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SoRfNzZX53I/AAAAAAAAAOs/uIZIvmLfr8o/S220/meg.al.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459212886076057718.post-2079578044940316204</id><published>2009-08-13T15:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:08:00.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THINGS MY MOTHER TAUGHT ME !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is a post from an older blog site I had. I just wanted to share it on the new site. Enjoy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Never, and I mean NEVER EVER EVER go to bed with your makeup on. Otherwise, you will awaken to dear old mom, hovering over your bed, (so much for personal space) and wiping her finger through the left over remnants of greasy ‘whale fat’ still on your face from the day before. It isn’t exactly the ideal way to start your morning. Trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Mothers know all. Period. Read my lips –E V E R Y T H I N G. Don’t even bother with that little white lie you conjured up, thirty minutes past curfew, on the way home from the party you weren’t suppose to be at. Moms are gifted with the ability to be IN ALL PLACES, AT ALL THE TIMES. Try figuring that one out. It has perplexed teenagers for centuries!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. When life hands you lemons…..GO SHOPPING! (I am blessed to have a mother very skilled in this department. I learn from the best!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. And…. when life gets tough….you just gotta ‘PICK YOURSELF UP BY YOUR BOOT STRAPS ‘ and keep on keepin’ on! Never wallow in self-pity. Your mother will give you the ‘boot strap’ speech.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. Every woman needs a red handbag. I have ten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. Only trashy women wear G-strings and Thongs. Note to self: HIDE ALL THONGS BEFORE MOM COMES OVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. For that matter, stilettos and leather do not qualify as ‘classy attire’. Another note to self: Remember to tell mom stilettos and leather were for a Halloween costume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8. Beauty is only skin deep. Which is why I scour my face with cleanser until it feels like my flesh is going to peel off. I need all the help I can get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9. Only accept an apology from a man, when diamonds are involved. My mother has a lot of diamonds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10. Patience is a virtue…..easy for her to say, she has been practicing for sixty years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11. Southern Belles NEVER leave the house without makeup. This is for the good of others. It is a selfless act really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12. Cursing is not becoming of a woman. Hence, words like ‘asinine’ and ‘stupid…(pronounced steeewwwpid)’ and horses butt are a standard part of my vocabulary today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;13. Blue eyeliner and green eye-shadow make a woman look ‘hard’. These items were prohibited in our home, growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;14. Vinegar is great for stripping chlorine out of blonde hair. As a child, people could smell me coming long before they could actually see me. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;15. Carrots make your eyes sparkle. Mom forgot to mention they can also turn your skin orange. It's true. We discovered my sister’s obsession with the little orange vegetable, when my nephew turned orange. The pediatrician said he was eating too many carrots. Thanks mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;16. You are lucky to have one good, honest girlfriend in your adult life. Mom was right. With a few exceptions, I trust other women about as much as I trust most television evangelists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;17. A way to a man’s heart is through old fashion flattery. This would explain why my father thinks he is ‘one hot papa’.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;18. Sunscreen is essential. Never mind the fact that my brother performed a tribal dance around me and chanted ‘grease monkey’, every time we visited the city pool. Forget the skin cancer....what about PUBLIC HUMILIATION?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2459212886076057718-2079578044940316204?l=fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2079578044940316204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-my-mother-taught-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459212886076057718/posts/default/2079578044940316204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459212886076057718/posts/default/2079578044940316204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-my-mother-taught-me.html' title='THINGS MY MOTHER TAUGHT ME !'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07213520245499129630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SoRfNzZX53I/AAAAAAAAAOs/uIZIvmLfr8o/S220/meg.al.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459212886076057718.post-4499685946648224778</id><published>2009-08-13T13:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:39:58.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SoRdQYpZhkI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-61jvM27L24/s1600-h/heather.meg+bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369519191807854146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SoRdQYpZhkI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-61jvM27L24/s400/heather.meg+bw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here it is...my new blog....a place for me to jot down my thoughts, my views...what inspires me...what I love...and even what hurts. I invite you to connect with me...and join the journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ecclesiastes 4:9-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Two are better than one...if one falls down, his friend can help him up."&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/2459212886076057718-4499685946648224778?l=fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4499685946648224778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459212886076057718/posts/default/4499685946648224778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459212886076057718/posts/default/4499685946648224778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallingforwardmeg.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome.html' title='Welcome !!'/><author><name>Meegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07213520245499129630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SoRfNzZX53I/AAAAAAAAAOs/uIZIvmLfr8o/S220/meg.al.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HE3o2WZUK-Y/SoRdQYpZhkI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-61jvM27L24/s72-c/heather.meg+bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
