<?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-1471912085164595485</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:42:07.743-07:00</updated><category term='Intro'/><title type='text'>Princess Peaches</title><subtitle type='html'>journal of a mother and Naval Officer's wife as "Princess Peaches"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-6445645735957915159</id><published>2010-01-08T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T20:19:27.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading and Writing to Sleep</title><content type='html'>It's really not that late for a Friday, but after being awakened by a crying baby and a husband leaving for work entirely too early at 4:45 AM... I'm exhausted. During the day I look forward to crawling in my bed and drifting off to a blissful night of rest as if it is something that will actually happen. However, in reality I am a night owl by nature and practice no matter how I schedule myself to fight it, and I have difficulty settling my mind into rest. I've always envied people like my husband who can fall asleep in 15 seconds and wake up refreshed after a 15 minute nap. It takes me 30 minutes to settle into a nap. In fact, the more I try to focus on sleep the more topics surface and permeate my thoughts. I love to analyze, theorize and day dream, but this looming energizes me at night when I desperately want and need sleep. Morning arrives at the same time every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to read and always have a stack of books on my night stand that I am currently TRULY reading before I go to bed. Maybe reading a good book is a trigger for my brain and in actuality I should start my day with one instead of the latter. I'm currently reading the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eat, Love Pray&lt;/span&gt; by Elizabeth Gilbert. I'm in the beginning or a quarter of the way through and can understand why the book is so popular. She is desperately seeking. However, it's so depressing when I read books about people that become incredibly influential by doing world-recognizing and monumental things such as building schools in Pakistan and Afghanistan or writing an International Bestseller and they do not know Christ as a Savior. In Elizabeth's search for God (so far... I did read a little ahead and a little about her as an author) she completely discredits Christ. Without Christ there is no knowing God, they cannot be separated. I cannot imagine trying to find answers within myself because I know I would be completely and utterly disappointed at the many directions my truth would lead into chaos. Thankfully, I place my faith in a book that reveals God's character and plan so that I can know his Holiness through the sacrifice of Jesus. This book so far is leaving me depressed at thought of someone searching and still not seeing Truth. At least it drives me into deep thought about my faith and the faiths that exist in this world... which then leads to prayer--as it should. Although the deprivation unnerves me, prayer should be my first stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note... I enjoy her style of writing because she is being honest about who she is and is sharing an adventure too exciting to ignore. I want to transcend through this book and know her. Her raw honesty (to everyone! or anyone that wants to read) in times of despair displays a self-disclosure that would mandate a close friendship upon exposure to its details. Right now she is in Rome... eating. I could be in Rome... eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I really need to fall asleep... like it's midnight and I know my bambino will be bright-eyed and wailing for food in 6 more hours, I pick up Jane Austen's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Persuasion&lt;/span&gt;. It takes serious concentration to figure out what is even going on. I end up exhausted after 4 or 5 pages. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471912085164595485-6445645735957915159?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6445645735957915159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=6445645735957915159' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/6445645735957915159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/6445645735957915159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/reading-and-writing-to-sleep.html' title='Reading and Writing to Sleep'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-7893092036231141094</id><published>2010-01-01T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T11:11:03.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 months and growing...</title><content type='html'>Arthur is 7 months today. This is such a sweet age to experience as a mom. I have so many ideals on how to raise him during this phase: I want to teach him a certain level self control (pulling my hair is getting old), creativity by filling his life with personal play time, and lessons through small, everyday tasks. We have introduced signing, and I'm hoping it will pay off in a few more months. For me baby signing is more of a peer pressure (thanks to the Charleston mommies) than something I personally feel strongly about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second peer pressure from Charleston mommies is home made baby food! It's a bit time consuming, but at least I know I'm feeding Arthur something I would actually eat too. He loves pears and sweet potatoes. I love that he actually has food preferences at 7 months old. SO cute! Over Christmas I ended up with a 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; case of mastitis from nursing and decided it was time to wean. I know I'm crazy for stopping after the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time... I mean after the 3rd, 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time I kept thinking, "Oh, I'm sure this is the last time I will ever get it!" Anyway, it has been a bitter sweet transition. Arthur doesn't seem to miss it. We are both better off this way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stats for the baby book, as the pediatrician says-- and I don't correct her by saying, "Oh my son doesn't have a baby book"-- for 6 months are: Height, a little over 28 inches and weight, 17'9 lbs. He was 90&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile in height and 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; in weight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471912085164595485-7893092036231141094?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7893092036231141094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=7893092036231141094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/7893092036231141094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/7893092036231141094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/7-months-and-growing.html' title='7 months and growing...'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-6784464362048604037</id><published>2009-11-17T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:30:42.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Arthur,</title><content type='html'>Arthur, you have brought us so much joy and love in these past four months. I look at you everyday and literally squeal at your preciousness. I give you hundreds of kisses and sing you silly songs all day long. Not a day has gone by when I have not prayed for you. Before you fall asleep, I lay my hands on you and pray that God will keep you safe, help you grow big and strong, and for you to love the Lord with your whole heart. We are so blessed that God gave you to us! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are a curious and focussed baby. You love to sit in your sling close to me and observe the world around you. You study people and objects for an unusual amount of time. You love your jumperoo and anything you can stick in your mouth!  You love your Daddy, and you give him the biggest grins when he comes home from work. Bath time is probably your favorite time of the day and you have learned to enjoy it to the fullest while soaking the kitchen. You talk to yourself in the car. You chat away with mommy and daddy for long periods of time.  You are a terrible napper... you think 15 to 30 minutes is enough time to be asleep during the day. You make up for it by sleeping 11 to 12 hours at night! When you are tired you rub your face. When you are fussy you calm yourself by sucking your little fingers. At 4 months you weigh 14 lbs and you are 26 inches long. You need lots of love and attention because we have spoiled you with it from day one! You love your crib aquarium, aka Baby TV. You love the actual TV too, but Daddy doesn't like for you to watch it. You love to be around lots of people and find yourself content in anyone's arms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you rolled over (right at four months) I screamed with delight so loudly that you jumped. When you received your first shots I cried with you. When you jumped in your jumperoo for the first time I called everyone that loves you to share the exciting news. It's amazing to watch you grow and learn. You can reach for your toys and play with them now. You can grin and giggle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I understand why moms believe their children are the greatest things since sliced bread! I am so in love with you. So, I hope you always know that you are one LOVED baby, and this is just the beginning! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://02326649-0037-4D1A-A0B9-06F1E5115C4C/photo.php.jpg" alt="photo.php.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&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/1471912085164595485-6784464362048604037?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6784464362048604037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=6784464362048604037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/6784464362048604037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/6784464362048604037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-arthur.html' title='Dear Arthur,'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-6044243280565381367</id><published>2009-10-31T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:42:29.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Amnesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/Su5BDcCJZSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8N9MZo7omu0/s1600-h/0714arthuredmundcollage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/Su5BDcCJZSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8N9MZo7omu0/s320/0714arthuredmundcollage.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399324530584413474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Motherhood has consumed me in a wonderful, all-encompassing way. I'm loving my little "Arfy, muffin, pumpkin, lovey, boo boo, poopy loopy, sugar wugar... you get the picture" man more than I can express in a blog post... I'm not gifted enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In such a short time we have come so very far... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the first two weeks while healing from a c-section and longing for just 3 consecutive hours of sleep, Flip and I looked at each other and shared the same sentiment: "WHAT DID WE JUST DO???" I was prepared for this; we both were. I knew it would get better, and believing that pulled me through the sleep depravation and nursing trials. Our emotions were raw. The experiences were surreal. My hormonal sensitivities... through the roof. I would cry when I saw a homeless man on the street and would pray for him incessantly. I would cry at the imagination of Arthur's heart hurting whether it be a girl or some bully at school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, now that I'm several months into this... "baby amnesia" has attacked... and I look back and think, "Oh that wasn't so bad." Now, don't get me wrong; I totally appreciate this baby amnesia because I seriously want to do this again and again, but at the same time I want to remember the reality of those "baby fog" days (a term borrowed from my sister-in-law) so these memories don't fizzle away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Healing from the c-section was manageable, but took a few weeks before bouncing up the stairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I needed a nice long cry after realizing my labor experience was far from ideal. It took a few days to accept the fact that I needed to mourn the experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Note for all: Your epidural did not work if one leg is dead-numb while the other one feels like going for a run. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Post delivery: Getting ready involved nipple creams, nipple pads, pads of all sorts and lotions for scars and stretch marks encroaching on time that simply does not exist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. That precious new baby can make you the most vulnerable person in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Nursing was and still is a B---- (even though I assumed I had it down) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. The smallest of problems with your child will consume your every thought while thunder-clouding you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Bedtime was especially difficult when you knew you weren't really going to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I played Darius Rucker's, "It won't be like this for long" a hundred times a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Hours were well spent just staring in awe at the beauty of what God designed inside of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Family support was incredible. I wanted to share the experience with everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I saw my husband cry for the first time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. The Pediatrician prayed before Arthur's circumcision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. I tested and strengthened my endurance by mastering the most unnatural natural process: nursing... after countless hours of crying, slow regaining of birth weight, 5 cases of mastitis, and an extremely slow, inefficient nurser, I can endure anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Using the hospital nursery and wonderful nurses to take your beloved child when you're totally exhausted from 30+ hours of labor and a c-section is nothing to be ashamed of.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Oh... my first glance reaction, "tears and... WOA... it's a mini version of my father-in-law!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wouldn't trade it for anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471912085164595485-6044243280565381367?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6044243280565381367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=6044243280565381367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/6044243280565381367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/6044243280565381367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-zone.html' title='Baby Amnesia'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/Su5BDcCJZSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8N9MZo7omu0/s72-c/0714arthuredmundcollage.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-1247629456503141775</id><published>2009-04-07T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:28:41.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter?</title><content type='html'>Recently I've had many topics come to mind for this blog, but shy away from posting because they seem too opinionated or narcissistic. However, I enjoy writing about myself and what I think so maybe it's a guilty pleasure... an outlet not offered through my addictive friend, Facebook. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one "new" thing I'm not quite sure about is twitter! I have to agree with Bill O'Reilly about twitter... it may very well lead to the dumbing of our nation (if abused-- which it is!). In fact, facebook's twitter/status update can be one's vain attempt to spark interest in daily activities such as lunch or taking a nap. A part of me wants to click the comment tab and write, "I don't caaaare!" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dumb and Dumber&lt;/span&gt; style while another part is slightly interested in the fact that you had a taco for lunch... which then leads me down the path of wasted time. Considering I update my status occasionally and have a blog, I'll digress from strong opinions for fear of being hypocritical :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Topics I would twitter about today: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My weight gain (too much? too little?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Parenting advice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The View- wishing I could be Elizabeth's "helper" while maintaining a sense of humor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Historical fiction novels I love to read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Pregnancy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. the 12 minute turtle mile I now run at 7 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Every move and kick my baby makes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. The constant planning and preparing for our move to Charleston/graduation/having a baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Parenting philosophies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Baby feeding/sleeping books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Why I'm a republican!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Why staying grounded in the Bible is so important when it comes to forming opinions about life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Annoyances&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Needs/Wants &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have thought about all of these topics today (plus dozens more) and find it unbelievable that our minds are constantly working through and thinking about something... whether it be an opinion, analysis, or to do list. It would be interesting to review every thought we have in a given day to determine what kind of people we really are, and appreciate how complex our minds are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe people that twitter constantly have a better grasp :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471912085164595485-1247629456503141775?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1247629456503141775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=1247629456503141775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/1247629456503141775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/1247629456503141775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/04/twitter.html' title='Twitter?'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-5558767437626641133</id><published>2009-02-02T09:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:17:54.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SYc4qPU-zsI/AAAAAAAAARc/A2l0mkkp85I/s1600-h/IMG_2199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SYc4qPU-zsI/AAAAAAAAARc/A2l0mkkp85I/s320/IMG_2199.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298265784944873154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SYc4fpFITfI/AAAAAAAAARU/skhDbaCTSbY/s1600-h/IMG_2194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SYc4fpFITfI/AAAAAAAAARU/skhDbaCTSbY/s320/IMG_2194.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298265602879147506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SYczpIy3ddI/AAAAAAAAARM/UFMgxZuClN8/s1600-h/02Arthur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SYczpIy3ddI/AAAAAAAAARM/UFMgxZuClN8/s320/02Arthur.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298260268453164498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471912085164595485-5558767437626641133?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5558767437626641133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=5558767437626641133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/5558767437626641133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/5558767437626641133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a Boy!'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SYc4qPU-zsI/AAAAAAAAARc/A2l0mkkp85I/s72-c/IMG_2199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-3892246943916432148</id><published>2009-01-28T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:40:51.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Glow?</title><content type='html'>My complexion has certainly seen better days! Every morning I wake up to find a new "accent" on my face. Currently, I resemble the Joker with dry scabs highlighting the corners of my lips. Isn't this contrary to popular belief? Aren't pregnant women supposed to glow? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some women may resign to mother nature during pregnancy, but I refuse! If diamonds are a girl's best friend, then makeup must be a girl's loyal sister because I can't dream of a better companion. One quote that I always love to recite came from Dolly Pardon in Steel Magnolias, "There is no such thing as natural beauty!" Of course, Dolly needed to keep her salon busy :) But, Makeup -whether used to accent or cover- is necessary, and  I will "glow" regardless of what nature decides... My latest MAC purchase: full coverage foundation. The switch from concealer and powder to foundation, concealer and powder has added about 3 well-worth-it minutes to my makeup regime. The "glow" can then be fully accomplished with bronzer and a subtle blush :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I'm Southern? Too many Northern women would quickly dismiss my insistence on makeup. Hopefully the natural glow will come in time, but my makeup bag will remain instrumental!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471912085164595485-3892246943916432148?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3892246943916432148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=3892246943916432148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/3892246943916432148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/3892246943916432148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/01/pregnancy-glow.html' title='Pregnancy Glow?'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-7898511491454911590</id><published>2009-01-15T11:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:41:50.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arthur one more time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://makemebabies.com/viewbaby.php?bid=11988659"&gt;&lt;img src="http://makemebabies.com//shared/1/baby/8/wb200901150140249f6a90car8cslqvlv279svt1s6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makemebabies.com/viewbaby.php?bid=11988659"&gt;What do you think about my little new baby Arthur Gordon ?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;a href="http://makemebabies.com"&gt;MakeMeBabies.com - What will your baby look like?&lt;/a&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;                &lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzIwNDg*NTE*NTcmcHQ9MTIzMjA*ODQ2OTM5OSZwPTEzMjgxJmQ9bW1iJTVGd2Vic2l*ZSZnPTEmdD*mbz*4YTA5YjNkMWVhODI*MzA2OWMxNTU3ZjZjZGMyYjJkZQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471912085164595485-7898511491454911590?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7898511491454911590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=7898511491454911590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/7898511491454911590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/7898511491454911590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/01/arthur-one-more-time.html' title='Arthur one more time...'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-499191404077451498</id><published>2009-01-15T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:31:15.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Arthur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://makemebabies.com/viewbaby.php?bid=11987648"&gt;&lt;img src="http://makemebabies.com//shared/1/baby/506/wb200901150129249f6a90car8cslqvlv279svt1s6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makemebabies.com/viewbaby.php?bid=11987648"&gt;What do you think about my little new baby Arthur Gordon ?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;a href="http://makemebabies.com"&gt;MakeMeBabies.com - What will your baby look like?&lt;/a&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;                &lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzIwNDc3OTM1ODImcHQ9MTIzMjA*NzgxODQ2NyZwPTEzMjgxJmQ9bW1iJTVGd2Vic2l*ZSZnPTEmdD*mbz*4YTA5YjNkMWVhODI*MzA2OWMxNTU3ZjZjZGMyYjJkZQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471912085164595485-499191404077451498?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/499191404077451498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=499191404077451498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/499191404077451498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/499191404077451498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-arthur.html' title='Little Arthur'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-2084174010561804197</id><published>2009-01-15T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:20:18.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlotte with different pictures of "Mom" and "Dad"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://makemebabies.com/viewbaby.php?bid=11979962"&gt;&lt;img src="http://makemebabies.com//shared/1/baby/699/wb200901151203046mj5o63oagte7bgrf0qn2ms1i3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makemebabies.com/viewbaby.php?bid=11979962"&gt;What do you think about my little new baby Charlotte Victoria?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;a href="http://makemebabies.com"&gt;MakeMeBabies.com - What will your baby look like?&lt;/a&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;                &lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzIwNDcxMjE3MjgmcHQ9MTIzMjA*NzEzNDcyMiZwPTEzMjgxJmQ9bW1iJTVGd2Vic2l*ZSZnPTEmdD*mbz*4YTA5YjNkMWVhODI*MzA2OWMxNTU3ZjZjZGMyYjJkZQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471912085164595485-2084174010561804197?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2084174010561804197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=2084174010561804197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/2084174010561804197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/2084174010561804197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/01/charlotte-with-different-pictures-of.html' title='Charlotte with different pictures of &quot;Mom&quot; and &quot;Dad&quot;'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-3601358779146755201</id><published>2009-01-15T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:16:14.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Charlotte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://makemebabies.com/viewbaby.php?bid=11986420"&gt;&lt;img src="http://makemebabies.com//shared/1/baby/702/wb200901150113079f6a90car8cslqvlv279svt1s6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makemebabies.com/viewbaby.php?bid=11986420"&gt;What do you think about my little new baby Charlotte Victoria ?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;a href="http://makemebabies.com"&gt;MakeMeBabies.com - What will your baby look like?&lt;/a&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;                &lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzIwNDY3OTc1NDEmcHQ9MTIzMjA*NjkzMTcxNiZwPTEzMjgxJmQ9bW1iJTVGd2Vic2l*ZSZnPTEmdD*mbz*4YTA5YjNkMWVhODI*MzA2OWMxNTU3ZjZjZGMyYjJkZQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471912085164595485-3601358779146755201?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3601358779146755201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=3601358779146755201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/3601358779146755201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/3601358779146755201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-charlotte.html' title='Little Charlotte'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-611000140479397315</id><published>2009-01-11T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:57:53.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gummy Vites?</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows pregnant women are supposed to take prenatal vitamins. But, I really can't take them. They make me sick! And the iron clogs me right up. So... I substitute with children's Gummy Vites, B Vitamins with folic acid, and an Omega 3. Is this good enough? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471912085164595485-611000140479397315?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/611000140479397315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=611000140479397315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/611000140479397315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/611000140479397315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/01/gummi-vites.html' title='Gummy Vites?'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-5940127141455945490</id><published>2009-01-09T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T18:29:27.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NFL and the Bachelor</title><content type='html'>It's Saturday night and I'm sitting next to my husband watching the Carolina Panthers (our hometown team) battle the Arizona Cardinals. It's a pretty pleasant evening as the snow is falling outside and hibernation is my natural inclination from December to March! However, spending a Saturday night watching football... with the constant stopping and whistle blowing... no thanks! Thankfully, the Bachelor is on and we are recording both programs... watch a little football, then switch it over for some comic relief with the Bachelor! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the Bachelor because I find nothing more enjoyable on television than watching women who are beautiful, dumb, and overly confident. Women that have lost total touch with reality (though completely annoying in person... I know a few) can be ironically endearing and entertaining on television. I mean, who doesn't love the squealing, giggling, pageant smiling, and corny one-liners. One contestant was interviewed in her pageant attire... she had on her tiara, sash, and gown... I loved her for that. Another girl described and showed us her vision boards. These boards consisted of magazine word cut-outs describing her perfect man... and NO she is not 17. I can't wait to meet the rest...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, my interest in the Bachelor wanes once the most entertaining girls are left flowerless. Until then... I'm going to respect and enjoy this show's comedic value! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471912085164595485-5940127141455945490?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5940127141455945490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=5940127141455945490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/5940127141455945490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/5940127141455945490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/01/nfl-and-bachelor.html' title='NFL and the Bachelor'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-5395863269476464117</id><published>2009-01-06T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:53:29.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidence Symptom</title><content type='html'>Well... Christmas is over, and we are several days into 2009. Thankfully, I was able to enjoy Christmas because the nausea subsided and we have zillions of family members allowing us to celebrate a dozen times. We had a great time in the Carolinas, but it was too crazy and busy to write about, so.... I want to share my latest pregnancy symptom:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never been really insecure. I mean, I have the "normal, healthy" insecurities; however, I've never been overly confident either. For instance, I care if someone doesn't like me, or I'll think "I hope no one is looking at my butt in these pants." BUT these days... I'm the slightly chubby (pooching) audacious pregnant woman. I could care less if you like me or not. I would feel comfortable showing up in a ball gown to a super-bowl party, and if you say something even slightly offensive to me I'll call you out on it. I'm enjoying this new confidence as long as I don't become a total sassy frass. I mean, a little sassy frass is OK (I'm using sassy frass figuratively... not literally). I haven't heard of this symptom yet... but I know it's pregnancy related... everything these days is pregnancy related :)  Also, I'm still a little crazy at moments and get especially crazy if I'm hungry.... wait, there is no such thing as being pregnant and hungry... I mean STARVING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Doctor's appointment we were unable to hear the heartbeat through the doppler so we had another US, and this one was much less intrusive. The baby was dancing, kicking, punching, spinning and oh so very cute! Wish we could have captured him/her a little better... 12-13 weeks in the picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SWPeg5y8QPI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/blj81nJLdCs/s320/baby2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288315044314759410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471912085164595485-5395863269476464117?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5395863269476464117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=5395863269476464117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/5395863269476464117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/5395863269476464117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/01/confidence-symptom.html' title='Confidence Symptom'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SWPeg5y8QPI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/blj81nJLdCs/s72-c/baby2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-447667839667475766</id><published>2008-12-03T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:02:57.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How much weight???</title><content type='html'>This post is mostly for humor... because I just spent a few moments laughing with girlfriends as they discussed their weight gain during pregnancy. One of my friends shared that she gained 80+ pounds during her pregnancy (they stopped weighing her at 80 pounds) and I almost lost the chocolate I was eating (regretfully) because I started laughing so hard. No offense to anyone who has gained that much... but if we are honest with ourselves... unless we are having sextuplets... 80 pounds is unjustifiable :) Luckily this girlfriend was able to lose that weight and can now laugh at her unfortunate situation! And if anyone thinks I was rude for laughing at her... just know she would quickly reciprocate the sentiment if I had gained the 80 pounds! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently at a 2 pound gain, but seriously weight gain in the first trimester is not necessary so I've decided to start tracking my calories and writing down the weird foods I've been eating. I'll share Monday's menu because it makes me laugh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;breakfast: hunk of french bread and a piece of cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lunch: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McDouble&lt;/span&gt; and small fry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;snack: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;laffy&lt;/span&gt; taffy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dinner: Subway sandwich (major craving)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;late snack: 20+ really hot banana peppers (BIG MISTAKE) and a pickle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never eat this poorly but each of those items was a major craving. I had to have it! The peppers were devastating to my digestive system... so I really need to learn how to control myself. The nausea is getting a little better... THANKFULLY! Now I'm just tired tired tired... yawning as I type :) Goodnight!&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/1471912085164595485-447667839667475766?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/447667839667475766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=447667839667475766' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/447667839667475766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/447667839667475766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-much-weight.html' title='How much weight???'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-8547213221618647604</id><published>2008-12-01T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:13:10.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Peach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/STRqzXfCBRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/WnvavUpwjn8/s1600-h/baby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/STRqzXfCBRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/WnvavUpwjn8/s320/baby.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274958494267737362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my first doctor's appointment. I really like our doctor and the office staff... very relaxed and comfortable. Dr. R was also a Navy man back in the day and was able to do his residency during the end of the Vietnam War. So we are in the hands of a seasoned veteran in both military and medicine! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So everything went really well... however, baby peach is not as far along as we had anticipated. This actually explains why I had a negative pregnancy test until 7 days after my missed cycle. So our little peanut is only 8 weeks and 1 day today (originally thought we were 9 1/2 weeks along), with little arms and legs and a heart rate of 165 beats per minute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's pretty cool to have a look inside of your own uterus to see a tiny person growing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471912085164595485-8547213221618647604?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8547213221618647604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=8547213221618647604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/8547213221618647604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/8547213221618647604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/12/baby-peach.html' title='Baby Peach'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/STRqzXfCBRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/WnvavUpwjn8/s72-c/baby.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-5893876167779195326</id><published>2008-11-25T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:24:10.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Princess Peaches</title><content type='html'>I have not been able to write on here for several weeks because I've been harboring a secret. Considering it's my very own secret... it's the only thing I want to write about. Considering the secret is controlling my entire life... my mind could not reach beyond this secret to write about anything else. Now that my family and close friends know, I have the freedom to share my secret! THANKFULLY... because I really need an outlet to share my joys and complaints :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes... I'm growing a tiny baby in my belly and have been doing it for the past 9 weeks. I had a negative pregnancy test for so long that I've only known about it for 4 weeks. BUT NOW... I know how pregnant I am because of the moodiness, nausea, throwing up, larger (even larger) breasts, nausea, throwing up, cravings, aversions (I will buy a huge box of oranges because it's all I can eat and then decide the next day I can't stand them), fatigue, and nausea. For the record, I want throw up right now... and even while I'm asleep... I will get out of bed at 2 AM to throw up :( YUCK! These past couple of weeks have been really difficult and I'm thankful but looking forward to the next trimester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it planned? Yes! Flip and I decided to place things in the Lord's hands for Fall of 2008 about a year ago. However, we were surprised considering so many sources and friends told us it could take 6 months to a year. For us it was less than a month... and we are excited, ready, nervous, and so thankful for this opportunity. We both want a large family and have done our part to get the show on the road :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, now that's off my chest... I can write again! I promise to dwell on the misery of this first trimester... sorry! Only 3-4 more weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471912085164595485-5893876167779195326?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5893876167779195326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=5893876167779195326' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/5893876167779195326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/5893876167779195326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/11/silent-princess-peaches.html' title='Silent Princess Peaches'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-4962901379385736388</id><published>2008-11-04T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:29:11.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should You be Allowed to Vote?</title><content type='html'>So... I took this test (without googling any of the answers) and looks like I am pretty validated in helping to chose our next President of the United States (ahhhhh can't believe we find out tonight)! Take the test... it's fun... and thanks Giovanna... hope you don't mind me stealing your post idea.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Be Allowed to Vote&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/shouldyoubeallowedtovotequiz/vote-3.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got 11/15 questions correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally speaking, you're very well informed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you vote this election, you'll know exactly who (and what) you'll be voting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're likely to have strong opinions, and you have the facts to back them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/shouldyoubeallowedtovotequiz/"&gt;Should You Be Allowed to Vote?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/1471912085164595485-4962901379385736388?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4962901379385736388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=4962901379385736388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/4962901379385736388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/4962901379385736388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/11/should-you-be-allowed-to-vote.html' title='Should You be Allowed to Vote?'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-3674023998550278364</id><published>2008-11-04T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:12:35.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Bumpkins in the North</title><content type='html'>So these days... that I haven't posted on my blog... have flown by. My grandparents visited this past weekend, and we had a wonderful time with them. They arrived on Friday, and we kept them busy until Sunday evening. They are from a small town in North Carolina so Boston was quite an adventure for them. My grandfather has a Southern dialect from South Carolina that can be difficult for the average Yankee to understand. There were a few times I noticed a waitress or sales clerk straining to understand him, and as a last resort requesting him to "say again." All he ordered was a salad with dressing on the side (they are strict vegetarians) for every meal :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the Clemson/Boston College game on Saturday (they are HUGE Clemson fans) and Clemson won which made the trip that much better! We took the train home and ended up running into/standing next to Charlie Whitehurst from the San Diego Chargers. My grandparents found that ride to be quite special considering Charlie was the quarterback for Clemson a few years back. Sunday we spent the day in Maine and were able to show them the Bush Estate in Kennebunkport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had a wonderful visit! It means a lot to us when our family visits us from the South... it's a looong trip up here, especially if you're determined to drive! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471912085164595485-3674023998550278364?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3674023998550278364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=3674023998550278364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/3674023998550278364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/3674023998550278364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/11/country-bumpkins-in-north.html' title='Country Bumpkins in the North'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-3296790399809101212</id><published>2008-10-28T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:16:16.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Met the Duggars?</title><content type='html'>The Duggars are a Christian family (reality series on TLC) with 17 children and one on the way. This show is intriguing to me for several reasons: The children are always happy, the family is kind and courteous, the family runs like clock-work, and they do everything to the glory of God. This family may seem odd to some as they appear "outdated," but they are merely conservative Christians. Without saying we should all live exactly like The Duggers... I would like to point out... The Duggars display attitudes and values that should resonate with all viewers rather they be Christian or not. Below is a list of the Duggar Family Guidelines. These rules are truly admirable and worthy of emulation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(12, 12, 69);  font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;Always use soft words, even when you don’t feel well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;Always display kind actions and joyful attitudes, even if you have been mistreated. Have the right response by quickly forgiving others in your heart even before they ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;Always be enthusiastic and look for opportunities to praise others' character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;Always deflect praise and be grateful to God and others for the ways they have benefited your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;Always use manners and be respectful of others and their belongings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;Always do what is right, even when others may not, or when no one is looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank God for how He made you, for what He has given you and everything He allows you to go through. &lt;em&gt;(Romans 8:28)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;Don’t mock or put others down. Develop compassion and pray for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;Never argue, complain, or blame. Quickly admit when you have done wrong and ask for forgiveness (even if you were only 10% at fault). Don't wait till you’re caught. Be sure your sins will find you out. He who covers his sin will not prosper, but he that confesses and forsakes it shall find mercy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a tough accountability/prayer partner to daily share your heart with and to keep you in line (your parents, spouse). The power of sin is in secrecy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;Be attentive and look for ways to serve others with sincere motives and no thought of self-gain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;Think pure thoughts (Philippians 4:8, Romans 13:14).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;Always give a good report of others. Don't gossip! Never tale-bear unless physical harm will come to someone. (Use Matthew 18.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;Never raise a hand to hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;Never raise a foot to kick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;Never raise an object to throw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;Never raise a voice to yell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;Never raise an eye to scowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;Use one toy/activity at a time. Share!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do your best to keep your surroundings neat, clean and organized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;Never let the sun go down on your wrath. (Don’t go to bed angry or guilty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;Amendment &lt;strong&gt;J.O.Y.&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;br /&gt;       Put&lt;strong&gt; J&lt;/strong&gt;esus first, &lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;thers second, &lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;ourself last.                                                                                                                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471912085164595485-3296790399809101212?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.duggarfamily.com/index.html' title='Have You Met the Duggars?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3296790399809101212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=3296790399809101212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/3296790399809101212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/3296790399809101212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/have-you-met-duggars.html' title='Have You Met the Duggars?'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-3841633345009822289</id><published>2008-10-24T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T06:52:48.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret to Financial Success... Click Here</title><content type='html'>I promise you'll be amused if you don't laugh out loud. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471912085164595485-3841633345009822289?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://consumerist.com/consumer/clips/snl-skit-dont-buy-stuff-you-cant-afford-252491.php' title='The Secret to Financial Success... 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Click Here'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-9039461282826350351</id><published>2008-10-23T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:01:39.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Ending Past</title><content type='html'>Every other week for the past couple of months I’ve been dreaming that I am back in high school experiencing my “times of yore” all over again. The dreams are so frequent and vivid that I’m beginning to resent them regardless of the fact nothing terrible happens to me or anyone else. I’m with my same friends, same teachers, and living the same exact life. This may sound odd or even a little boring, but it bugs me because I’m the last person to believe in dreams having a subconscious or intrinsic meaning, and blah, blah, blah… but considering these dreams are so common I’m beginning to believe they could maybe, possibly mean something.  I have only 3 guesses, and they are feeble guesses at that, considering I’ve given them approximately 4 to 5 minutes of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe these dreams are nightmares?  I will never forget the stifling parts of high school, I mean with the “no pants” rules (wearing hose EVERYDAY) and not being allowed to watch PG-13 movies or even go to the movies for that matter. We were taught that contemporary Christian music is distasteful and unpleasing to the Lord along with any other type of music carrying a beat. Sounds rough doesn’t it? To be fair, I can understand some of the rules from those Christian school days… but some rules I look at now and can’t fathom how I ever comprehended a relationship between those rules and Christianity. Maybe some of them were for building discipline… or was that discretion? Ok, so I’m kidding… it wasn’t that bad, in fact I honestly had a great time; However, It’s interesting how much I’ve grown in regards to my relationship with God (and love for other people) now that I’m no longer in that environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’m missing my old girlfriends? Now to redeem myself with the girlfriends I love in Yankee country… I will feel the same about you in 8 months (sniff sniff)! Moving on… These gal pals of mine were closer than sisters. We did everything together (including college majors and minors) and laughed more in 7 years than most people do in a lifetime. We even started to look alike and developed an esoteric sense of humor. Our nickname in college (the most popular one) was Cut, Copy and Paste. Needless to say, we were Chribonnia Tsiblairson and we share a zillion, side splitting memories that will stick with me forever.  I could see missing them as a component to my never-ending dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my final theory: Maybe I’m just in a dream rut? And… this theory would prove that my dreams have no real purpose and my subconscious is merely having a creativity block… similar to a writer’s block! Hmm… who knows!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471912085164595485-9039461282826350351?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/9039461282826350351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=9039461282826350351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/9039461282826350351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/9039461282826350351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/never-ending-past.html' title='Never Ending Past'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-1509280397055010453</id><published>2008-10-21T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:00:30.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SNL favorite </title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48fdfc891ce8b396/4727a2501a2a0f59/246fdd9a/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471912085164595485-1509280397055010453?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1509280397055010453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=1509280397055010453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/1509280397055010453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/1509280397055010453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/snl-favorite.html' title='SNL favorite '/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-2493006653524541579</id><published>2008-10-20T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:16:27.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waylayed by Monday</title><content type='html'>I am under attack, and it's all my fault. I'm tired and slow today... very tired and very slow. My reason... an extremely over-booked weekend. I am so determined to take advantage of every second of our time here in New England that I book the weekends (even weeks) full. Friday we had dinner with friends and celebrated two very precious birthdays. Saturday morning I styled a girlfriend's hair for a wedding, immediately left to party at Chuck E Cheese :) and then went to the river for the Head of the Charles. We came home just in time for the beginning of a girls' night out (12 of us). Oh... important side note- Judice fell on her face in front of everyone; I guess it was some sort of kick-off the night stunt! Girls' night in the North End ended late... Church came early the next morning, followed by lunch, followed by apple picking and all of the events at the farm including hayrides and apple cider donuts! Sunday evening ended with dinner, lively conversation with new friends and a slideshow of Hawaii... and a major loss for the Red Sox, which up here is super depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the perfect weekend to be honest. I loved every second... so who cares that I'm worthless today, slow and didn't sleep or go to the grocery store leaving apples as our main source of nutrition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be vegging tonight and enjoying the DVR'd SNL... maybe I'll have some favorites to post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471912085164595485-2493006653524541579?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2493006653524541579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=2493006653524541579' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/2493006653524541579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/2493006653524541579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/waylayed-by-monday.html' title='Waylayed by Monday'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-2250736764581111291</id><published>2008-10-17T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T08:25:03.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flip and Princess Peaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Flip and Princess Peaches over the years (and yes that would be only 3 years : ) We were engaged in July of 2006 and married on June 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt;, 2007. I love the progression of my hair… shorter… shorter… short! Enjoy…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SPiqca8x88I/AAAAAAAAAPg/TPXNTnMoNok/s1600-h/n55704140_31620771_5189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SPiqca8x88I/AAAAAAAAAPg/TPXNTnMoNok/s320/n55704140_31620771_5189.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258139970202366914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SPiqc6h8Q4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/j7o8-yqBvO4/s1600-h/n55704140_32312192_9036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SPiqc6h8Q4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/j7o8-yqBvO4/s320/n55704140_32312192_9036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258139978679731074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SPiqf-6WmDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/FZSxmaibIfI/s1600-h/n55704140_34392666_2201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SPiqf-6WmDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/FZSxmaibIfI/s320/n55704140_34392666_2201.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258140031395469362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SPiqgUKGz_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0voMrPF4zH8/s1600-h/n55704140_35315124_2066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SPiqgUKGz_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0voMrPF4zH8/s320/n55704140_35315124_2066.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258140037098688498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471912085164595485-2250736764581111291?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2250736764581111291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=2250736764581111291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/2250736764581111291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/2250736764581111291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/flip-and-princess-peaches.html' title='Flip and Princess Peaches'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SPiqca8x88I/AAAAAAAAAPg/TPXNTnMoNok/s72-c/n55704140_31620771_5189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-9004196971697371379</id><published>2008-10-16T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:12:39.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Inappropriate" Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let me just start by sharing... I demolished a piece of Trader Joe’s Quintessential Berry Crumble Pie this morning for breakfast. I never buy sweets or junk food… and this is why! Thankfully, I’ll be at the gym later with a friend to share my confession. Should I mention the piece I had last night… I digress. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Speaking of last night, Flip and I lead a Life Community group that meets twice a month to discuss the current sermon series at our church. We love Life Community because our group diversity allows us to enjoy motivating and unique discussions. Occasionally we must re-focus ourselves (Flip is great for re-focusing… go figure) and return to the topic at hand while referencing the Scripture. In our restricted eyes this group is perfect… (in reference to&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my prior post)… we need each other! This week’s study involved kindness. There is a distinct difference between niceness and kindness. I believe kindness is from the heart and follows through with true love. Sometimes hearing “kill them with kindness” is mistaken for niceness, which could potentially involve pleasantries used to anger “our enemies.” Being nice is certainly not evil… but being kind is sincerely better. Hope you enjoyed the recap of our study (now everyone knows I paid attention!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However, every time we meet for study there is always a moment (or 2, or 3, or 10) in which I must... want, no need! to express my amusement (at something off-track, random, inappropriate even) by laughing uncontrollably. I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; managed so far to contain myself… most of the time… but last night Flip was giving a spiel about kindness, and right in the middle of his sentence he used the word: LUBRICANT. My eyes immediately dashed towards the eyes of a friend I knew would share the improper mutual understanding (so to speak) in my mind, and our eyebrows reached for the ceiling :) I left it with a smile and comical expression… but come on Flip, you asked for that one! On the way home we were laughing about it… and Flip said, “Dear, you know that is a normal word used often and in the appropriate context.” &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ohhhh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pleeeaaase&lt;/span&gt; :) Thankfully, after discussing my gutter mind with the same friend (let’s start calling her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Judice&lt;/span&gt;) she had this response, “It’s the way God made you, and seriously who uses that word!” Thanks Judice! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Love, Princess Peaches&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471912085164595485-9004196971697371379?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/9004196971697371379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=9004196971697371379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/9004196971697371379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/9004196971697371379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/inappropriate-princess.html' title='&quot;Inappropriate&quot; Princess'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-4229150567069950782</id><published>2008-10-15T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:53:25.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working from Home...</title><content type='html'>I love my job. It's the perfect situation for any military wife. I can work from anywhere in the world as long as I have my laptop or blackberry, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; connection, conference call line, and various design/database programs. Lately, I've noticed the more I distance myself from home... the more work I accomplish. If I live the nomadic lifestyle during the day I tend to focus on "work tasks." Laundry, cleaning, listening to a television, making personal calls to the family I love dearly are all impossible to do from "public" locations (haven't figure out how to avoid my blog yet!) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also realize how much I love being around people... I mean just in the presence of other people. If I go down to the clubhouse and work alone, I'm comforted by the fact there are other people in the office a few feet away. It's interesting how we are designed to need other people. I find it the same in my Christian life. I'm comforted knowing that Christ is always with me... even when we aren't talking (or I'm not talking... I know God speaks to us... but clearly not in the same form). It is a comfort and peace that will stay with me forever. The same goes for my husband... when we are home and he needs to study while I'm on the computer/watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;/or cleaning something, he puts on his noise cancellation headphones just to be in the presence of Princess Peaches (now remember we are still newlyweds! : ) I don't care what anyone says... I believe we will be like newlyweds until death do us part! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to a conference call... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1471912085164595485-4229150567069950782?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4229150567069950782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=4229150567069950782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/4229150567069950782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/4229150567069950782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/working-from-home.html' title='Working from Home...'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-1423241381613087860</id><published>2008-10-14T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:43:30.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't walk!!!</title><content type='html'>So... I joined LA fitness with the notion to simply mix up my work-out routine. Currently a 3 mile run at about 6.0 is my norm... sometimes I do a little more and sometimes a little less :) but regardless, I assumed I was in decent or even pretty good shape. So of course I tell the trainer, "Oh I'm fine... no super difficult goals, I'm just here for the party" and give him a smile conveying what I'm sure is a mutual understanding that I'm not someone who &lt;em&gt;really needs&lt;/em&gt; to be here. I would love to know what was going through his mind then... knowing what I know now! He found the situation quite entertaining as Princess Peaches got her wake-up call!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my body fat percentage is higher than my BMI (also learned BMI is so 5 years ago) and I am in "fair" condition according to the LA fitness standard sheet! Maybe you think "fair" is not so bad... well so did I, until I saw the progression of the chart: Excellent, Good, Fair, and then Poor. So... the lesson here: LA fitness has an amazing sales pitch. After you learn your body fat percentage, there is no getting out of there! I'm not even over-weight... but you should have seen how many seconds it took me to sign up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my training session (wore makeup and my pink, Nike shirt that says: ATHLETE... which in and of itself is funny) and took my session seriously, or as seriously as I possibly could. Since that day I have not been able to take the stairs or sit down properly on the toilet :) hence the title of my post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471912085164595485-1423241381613087860?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1423241381613087860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=1423241381613087860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/1423241381613087860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/1423241381613087860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-cant-walk.html' title='I can&apos;t walk!!!'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-952934971405458699</id><published>2008-10-13T10:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:52:05.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boat Ride (date w/stranger in the middle of lake)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love this one... minus the ending. The song will be in your head :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48f38ac4e770a096/4727a2501a2a0f59/1a23c4d9/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471912085164595485-952934971405458699?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/952934971405458699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=952934971405458699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/952934971405458699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/952934971405458699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/boat-ride-date-wstranger-in-middle-of.html' title='Boat Ride (date w/stranger in the middle of lake)'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-8768363053114916865</id><published>2008-10-13T10:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:39:51.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SNL: Sisters Skit </title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Enjoy: This is Hilarious &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48f387e6c260f8e7/4727a2501a2a0f59/8df31b3e/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471912085164595485-8768363053114916865?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8768363053114916865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=8768363053114916865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/8768363053114916865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/8768363053114916865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/snl-sisters-skit.html' title='SNL: Sisters Skit '/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-3275995504921757581</id><published>2008-10-10T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T07:41:40.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Hills" in New England?</title><content type='html'>Wednesday I met a friend in town for lunch (considering I work from home it's a rare occasion that I'm dressed and wearing makeup by lunchtime), and it happened to be the perfect Fall day so we were able to sit under a little umbrella to chat and eat our low-carb, weight management salads. For a nonsensical moment I felt as though I could be on "The Hills" reality show. For those of you who may be unfamiliar with "The Hills," it's a (scripted) reality show following a California girl living in LA with her fashionable friends as they experience constant drama and cry about their boyfriends. I am truly embarrassed to admit "The Hills" is a scheduled recording on my DVR :) But in every episode there is a lunch scene similar to the one I shared with my friend on Wednesday. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The more I compared our lunch date with "The Hills" the more humorous this comparison became. So let's break this down... on the show conversations usually involve: night clubs, "drama drama drama," Brody's new girlfriend, fashion week and of course who is stabbing whom in the back. On the flip side, our conversation that day involved: issues at work (our jobs are real), an in-depth discussion of fertility and OBGYN appointments, the shared point that our husbands are working too hard, dieting, and when we should take the New Hampshire foliage train ride and go apple picking. So why don't I have my own reality show??? I mean if the latest dress from Ann Taylor isn't high fashion then I don't know what is- and don't forget the Banana Republic Outlet and designer Coach bag! :) Needless to say, I love my life, my friends, and the real issues I must face and dissect with my gal pals. So, I'm more than OK not living the life of "The Hills." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Another small story for today: Last night I was taking a bath and noticed some unwarranted soap scum I've been desperately trying to get rid of (being the cleaning freak I am). I recalled a tip I'd heard from a friend and yelled for Flip to bring me the magic eraser. Of course he thought I was crazy for wanting to clean while taking a bath, but even he was impressed at the true magic of the magic eraser. You have to try it!! It will save you a lot of scrubbing time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471912085164595485-3275995504921757581?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3275995504921757581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=3275995504921757581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/3275995504921757581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/3275995504921757581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/hills-in-new-england.html' title='&quot;The Hills&quot; in New England?'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471912085164595485.post-5288102529051751051</id><published>2008-10-07T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T07:42:27.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intro'/><title type='text'>Blogging for the first time (as Princess Peaches)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have to admit... in college as a Communications/PR major I created a blog on blogspot.com for one of my writing classes, and much to my dismay this blog is still idly sitting in cyberspace. Of course, it's lacking any sense of depth or character (knowing me... I did it last minute and met the minimum requirements of the assignment) so considering it no longer portrays Princess Peaches, I will not share the address that links to this wasted web space. I was, however, able to enjoy a bit of nostalgic laughter! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So who is Princess Peaches?... Or who in their right mind would name themselves something so seemingly vain and infantile? If you know me and you're thinking "she would," I'm hurt ;) But to explain the name... It has been bestowed upon me by my wonderful husband, Flip. Flip loves the morning like an old man, and me... not so much. In fact NOT AT ALL. So mornings for us can be comical/rough/interesting/unpleasant. It's the only time of day I get away with being a total.... (fill in the blank.) So of course calling me Princess Peaches is the perfect "sarcastic" diffuser for any bad mood. I mean, what girl doesn't love being called a Princess? I'm always left smiling and satisfied... "That's what she said." (oh... yeah, I'm an Office fan) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a 20 something, social, loving, discerning girl from North Carolina living in the Boston area with my handsome husband... Flip is an intelligent, practical, patient, kind Naval Academy grad serving this wonderful country as an officer in the US Navy. However, he is currently taking a 2 year hiatus to pick up a Masters in Engineering (Aeronautics/Astronautics) from the infamous MIT. So... yes, I am totally married to a Rocket Scientist! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is "oh so very much more..." but that's what this whole blogging thing is for, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471912085164595485-5288102529051751051?l=princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5288102529051751051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471912085164595485&amp;postID=5288102529051751051' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/5288102529051751051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471912085164595485/posts/default/5288102529051751051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesspeachesinthemorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/blogging-for-first-time-as-princess.html' title='Blogging for the first time (as Princess Peaches)...'/><author><name>Princess Peaches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14542820286507310784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2IDrZCyCC8/SOzU-OHG1MI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8W7bwghJFhQ/S220/IMG_3821_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
