<?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-163833972204699630</id><updated>2011-11-10T16:23:12.954-08:00</updated><category term='Loo'/><title type='text'>The Pulaski's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-3693541075559214042</id><published>2009-10-29T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:29:36.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Song</title><content type='html'>In honor of our upcoming 11th anniversary, I posted the words to our song.....I just love the words.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;    Every Day by Rascal Flatts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You could've bowed out gracefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But you didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You knew enough to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To leave well enough alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But you wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I drive myself crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tryin' to stay out of my own way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The messes that I make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But my secrets are so safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The only one who gets me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah, you get me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's amazing to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every day, every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You save my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I come around all broken down and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;crowded out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And you're comfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes the place I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is so deep and dark and desperate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know, I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes I swear, I don't know if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm comin' or goin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But you always say something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;without even knowin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That I'm hangin' on to your words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With all of my might and it's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah, I'm alright for one more night-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every day you save my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163833972204699630-3693541075559214042?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/3693541075559214042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=3693541075559214042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/3693541075559214042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/3693541075559214042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-song.html' title='Our Song'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-7168570533617523579</id><published>2009-08-21T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:50:30.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Of Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/So7QC8jondI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/AXlhnYYlTpY/s1600-h/DSC_0854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/So7QC8jondI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/AXlhnYYlTpY/s200/DSC_0854.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372460154533486034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/So7QCYJJgAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/fJZIUnMeONA/s200/DSC_0858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372460144758718466" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/So7QB925PKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/zLHx0pmXE7w/s200/DSC_0856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372460137702833314" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/So7QBndgaCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/mxDezofHO3c/s1600-h/DSC_0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/So7QBndgaCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/mxDezofHO3c/s200/DSC_0860.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372460131690768418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it through the first day and she loves it!  She is so excited to get up every morning (as excited as one can be getting up at 6) and get to see her new friends and her wonderful teacher, Ms. Jennings.  Here are some pics.&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/163833972204699630-7168570533617523579?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/7168570533617523579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=7168570533617523579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/7168570533617523579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/7168570533617523579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-kindergarten.html' title='First Day Of Kindergarten'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/So7QC8jondI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/AXlhnYYlTpY/s72-c/DSC_0854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-5231504065374791285</id><published>2009-06-10T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:22:16.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Planning</title><content type='html'>One of the things on my "To Do List" is plan Hannah's 5th birthday party.  Wow, my baby girl is going to be 5....I still cannot believe it.  As all my friends know, I am tearing up just thinking about it.  So besides her constant talk about having an ice skating party (thanks Brian), we have decided to have a pool party at our great friend Kayce's house.  Very simple....swim for a couple o hours, have cake, hand out goodie bags, and party over.  That stress is out of my life.  I even know how I am doing the goodie bags this year.  Something a little different.  I may have to get my friend Morgan to help...she is very creative!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the soon to be birthday girl....I love you baby girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 126px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SjAH0mE82SI/AAAAAAAAAIw/tJp5RNJP_Bg/s200/DSC_0719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345781357844683042" /&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/163833972204699630-5231504065374791285?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/5231504065374791285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=5231504065374791285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/5231504065374791285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/5231504065374791285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday-planning.html' title='Birthday Planning'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SjAH0mE82SI/AAAAAAAAAIw/tJp5RNJP_Bg/s72-c/DSC_0719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-3809417892622965613</id><published>2009-06-09T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:49:48.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:22.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;I don't know why I have been thinking about death a lot lately.  It could be the constant reminder when I watch the news, or the sad blogs that I always find myself reading, or just the fact that I am getting older and the people who once helped mold me into the woman I am today are getting older too.  Death has always been a very hard topic for me.  I don't like to think about it.  I don't like to talk about it.  But yet all my life I remember sitting in church and the preacher would say "I cannot wait to die and be with Jesus".  I always would feel bad because I would always disagree.  But wait....I want to get married, and I want to have children, and I want to see them get married, and then have grandchildren.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:22.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;And then I came across this poem...it makes me realize that I don't have to think about it or talk about it or embrace it like the preacher says.....I can just make the most of the time that I do have and make the dash on my tombstone(which hopefully is far from the making) count:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:22.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;The Dash&lt;br /&gt;By Linda Ellis &lt;br /&gt;I read of a man who stood to speak&lt;br /&gt;At the funeral of a friend.&lt;br /&gt;He referred to the dates on her tombstone&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning to the end.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He noted that first came the date of her birth&lt;br /&gt;And spoke of the following date with tears,&lt;br /&gt;But he said what mattered most of all&lt;br /&gt;Was the dash between those years.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For that dash represents all the time&lt;br /&gt;That she spent alive on earth&lt;br /&gt;And now only those who loved her&lt;br /&gt;Know what that little line is worth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For it matters not, how much we own,&lt;br /&gt;The cars, the house, the cash,&lt;br /&gt;What matters is how we live and love&lt;br /&gt;And how we spend our dash.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So think about this long and hard;&lt;br /&gt;Are there things you’d like to change?&lt;br /&gt;For you never know how much time is left&lt;br /&gt;That can still be rearranged.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If we could just slow down enough&lt;br /&gt;To consider what’s true and real&lt;br /&gt;And always try to understand&lt;br /&gt;The way other people feel.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And be less quick to anger&lt;br /&gt;And show appreciation more&lt;br /&gt;And love the people in our lives&lt;br /&gt;Like we’ve never loved before.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If we treat each other with respect&lt;br /&gt;And more often wear a smile,&lt;br /&gt;Remembering that this special dash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;Might only last a little while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when your eulogy is being read&lt;br /&gt;With your life’s actions to rehash&lt;br /&gt;Would you be proud of the things they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;About how you spent your dash?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/163833972204699630-3809417892622965613?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/3809417892622965613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=3809417892622965613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/3809417892622965613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/3809417892622965613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-know-why-i-have-been-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-6825531186045905927</id><published>2009-05-28T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T05:10:21.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am an official Slacker!</title><content type='html'>I know...I know.  You thought you were going to get this grand post about how busy we have been and all of our exciting adventures.  Well.....sorry to disappoint.  But don't give up hope.  Tomorrow I will remember to bring my camera to work and show you what we have been up to.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until then.....have a great Thursday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163833972204699630-6825531186045905927?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/6825531186045905927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=6825531186045905927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/6825531186045905927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/6825531186045905927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-official-slacker.html' title='I am an official Slacker!'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-5221575636473269125</id><published>2009-04-13T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:51:33.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>Taken from a children's bible:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:26.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Garamond"&gt;&lt;i&gt;They nailed Jesus to the cross. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:26.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 21px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:26.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Garamond"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Father, forgive them, " Jesus gasped. "They don't understand what they are doing."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:26.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Garamond"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:26.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Garamond"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You say you have come to rescue us!" people shouted. "But you can't even rescue yourself!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Garamond"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:26.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Garamond"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:26.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Garamond"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But they were wrong. Jesus could have rescued himself.  A legion of angels would have flown to his side-if he'd called.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Garamond"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:26.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Garamond"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:26.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Garamond"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If you were really the Son of God, you could just climb down off that cross!" they said.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Garamond"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:26.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Garamond"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:26.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Garamond"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And of course they were right.  Jesus could have just climbed down.  Actually, he could have just said a word and made it all stop.  Like when he healed the little girl.  And stilled the storm.  And fed 5000 people.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Garamond"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:26.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Garamond"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:26.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Garamond"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But Jesus stayed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Garamond"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:26.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Garamond"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:26.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Garamond"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You see, they didn't understand. It wasn't the nails that kept Jesus there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Garamond"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:26.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Garamond"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Garamond"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163833972204699630-5221575636473269125?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/5221575636473269125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=5221575636473269125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/5221575636473269125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/5221575636473269125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-4044534511244364494</id><published>2009-02-25T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T05:57:37.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been Tagged.....again</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:15.0pt;line-height:23.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#444444"&gt;I’ve been tagged:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:15.0pt;line-height:23.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#444444"&gt;1. What is your favorite thing about where you live? Being near the ocean/water.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love the water.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whether it is laying on the sand listening to the waves crash or being on a boat…it has to be the most relaxing thing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:15.0pt;line-height:23.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#444444"&gt;2. What do you get the most compliments on? I do get compliments on my kids, but they do not look anything like me so I guess that is not a reflection of me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A lot of people say I look like Jennifer Connelly.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I take that as a compliment…I hope they mean it that way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:15.0pt;line-height:23.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#444444"&gt;3. When did you know you were in love with your husband? Crazy I know….but the first day we met I knew he was the man I was going to marry (I did not even know his name).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:15.0pt;line-height:23.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#444444"&gt;4. If you could be just like someone you know, who would it be? There are pieces of several people I wish I could mix together.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The motherly best friend type like my mom (pre-wreck), the quiet time Christian like Tonya, the provider like my father, etc.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could go on forever.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:15.0pt;line-height:23.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#444444"&gt;5. Why? Because each has different qualities that I admire  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:15.0pt;line-height:23.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#444444"&gt;6. Who do you know that you dont want to be anything like? If you live in Charleston, you see many of those people around.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do not want to be someone who is negative all the time and I want to live life to its fullest.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:15.0pt;line-height:23.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#444444"&gt;7. If you were back in time 10 years what would you be most shocked about in your life now? I would never have thought we would be living in Charleston with 2 kids.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:15.0pt;line-height:23.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#444444"&gt;8. What would you be most sad about? Leaving our friends in Columbia was really hard but we all keep in touch.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Losing our first child in 2003 was the toughest challenge on our marriage and our faith.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But it only made it stronger.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:15.0pt;line-height:23.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#444444"&gt;9. How would the people that know you best describe you? I would hope that they would say loyal, a good listener, a wonderful friend, and always positive.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:15.0pt;line-height:23.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#444444"&gt;10. What makes you laugh the hardest? For some reason when I am pregnant, I laugh uncontrollably when there is nothing funny.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#444444"&gt;11. What can put you in a bad mood faster than anything else? When Brian and I get in an argument or money stresses&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#444444"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:15.0pt;line-height:23.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#444444"&gt;12. What flaw have you recently been working on? I have a pet peeve that I am trying to deal with….I hate when people cut through parking lots to get somewhere.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am trying not to get mad at them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:15.0pt;line-height:23.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#444444"&gt;13. describe a perfect day: a good work day, a wonderful dinner and a glass of wine afterwards, then go home and curl up into my warm sheets with Brian and the kids.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:15.0pt;line-height:23.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#444444"&gt;14. what is your favorite holiday: Christmas.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love spoiling the kids, I love Christmas music at church, and I love how excited my kids still get when they see the Christmas tree every morning.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:15.0pt;line-height:23.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#444444"&gt;15. are you a morning or night person: I am a morning person as long as it is not too early.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:15.0pt;line-height:23.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#444444"&gt;16. what character trait do you respect most in a person: I love to see people show others respect.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whether it is holding the door, not cussing, saying mam or sir, etc.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#444444"&gt;17. favorite restaurant: Red Drum.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have a gift card that we got last February.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I cannot wait to use it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are waiting on you, Morgan and Andy!&lt;/span&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/163833972204699630-4044534511244364494?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/4044534511244364494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=4044534511244364494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/4044534511244364494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/4044534511244364494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-been-taggedagain.html' title='I&apos;ve been Tagged.....again'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-6787489643264007360</id><published>2009-02-23T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:21:43.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Verse for not so Great Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;32&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;"But a time is coming, and has come, when you will be scattered, each to his own home. You will leave me all alone. Yet I am not alone, for my Father is with me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;33&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;"I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&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/163833972204699630-6787489643264007360?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/6787489643264007360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=6787489643264007360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/6787489643264007360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/6787489643264007360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-verse-for-not-so-great-times.html' title='Great Verse for not so Great Times'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-5891224699675803469</id><published>2009-02-02T06:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T06:42:19.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things You wanted/Did Not Want to Know:</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:17.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;b&gt;44 ODD Things about me.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This was sent to me by several of my friends....enjoy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;.1. Do you like blue cheese? Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;2. Have you ever been drunk? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;3. Do you own a gun? No&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;4. What flavor of Kool Aid was your favorite? Grape&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;6. What do you think of hot dogs? Baseball game only&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;7. Favorite Christmas movie? Elf&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;8.Mom's name? Joyce&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;9. Can you do push ups? Maybe 1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;10. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? My diamond cross and Hannah's birthstone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;11. Favorite hobby? shopping (expensive hobby)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;12 Do you have A.D.D.? No&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;13.What's your weight? Enough&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;14.Middle name? Suzanne&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;15. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment? Would rather be at home, wonder what the kids are doing, my week is too busy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;16. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink? coke, tea, water&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;17. Current worry? the economy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;18. Current hate right now? the economy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;19. Favorite place to be? With my family&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;20. Ever been in a car accident? Yes, 3, none my fault&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;21. Where would you like to go? Italy or skiing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;22. Name three people who will complete this? Kayce, Heather, ??&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;23. Do you own slippers? no&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;24.What color shirt are you wearing right now? I am wearing a pink dress&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;25. Do you like sleeping on Satin sheets? I can sleep anywhere.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;26.Can you whistle? Nope&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;27. Favorite color? green, pink&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;28. Would you be a pirate? No&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;29.What songs do you sing in the shower? None&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;30. Favorite Girl's Name? Hannah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;31. Favorite boy's name? Keith&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;32. What's in your pocket right now? No pockets&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;33. Last thing that made you laugh? My crazy kids&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;34. Best bed sheets as a child? I was never into characters, they were purple&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;35.Do you love where you live? Yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;36. Worst injury you've ever had as a child? fell off of a slide and sprained my arm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;37. How many TVs do you have in your house? 4&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;38. Who is your loudest friend? ????&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;39. How many dogs do you have? none&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;40. Does someone have a crush on you? Doubt it.....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;41. What is your favorite book? DaVinci Code&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;42.Diet? Every other day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;43. Favorite sports team? UNC Tarheels&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;44. Favorite song to be played at your funeral? Amazing Grace by Chris Tomlin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;I TAG KAYCE AND HEATHER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:21.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/163833972204699630-5891224699675803469?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/5891224699675803469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=5891224699675803469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/5891224699675803469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/5891224699675803469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-you-wanteddid-not-want-to-know.html' title='Things You wanted/Did Not Want to Know:'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-716950600361571057</id><published>2009-01-16T09:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:46:21.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>I am kind of sad seeing our current president say goodbye.  Although many did not agree with his decisions for our country, I truly believe he did his best.  And my favorite thing of all was he loved God.  Every day he prayed.  Every day he talked to God.  Every day he looked to God for guidance.  I just hope that this next president follows the same routine.  We shall see.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye George W.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SXDHypNLdWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/X7KlsuSeuhA/s200/George+W.+Bush.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291949235028850018" /&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/163833972204699630-716950600361571057?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/716950600361571057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=716950600361571057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/716950600361571057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/716950600361571057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2009/01/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SXDHypNLdWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/X7KlsuSeuhA/s72-c/George+W.+Bush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-5844183321238763588</id><published>2009-01-07T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:14:00.530-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loo'/><title type='text'>Boat Ride</title><content type='html'>Looks like purchasing a boat will be in our future.....I have children who love the water almost as much as me!&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SWTUprA2vxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/KwjM-MNTLrI/s200/Keith-I+love+the+water.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288585674825842450" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SWTUpG4g3yI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/wSlO21x5VRc/s200/Keith+and+Hannah-boat.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288585665127178018" /&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/163833972204699630-5844183321238763588?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/5844183321238763588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=5844183321238763588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/5844183321238763588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/5844183321238763588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2009/01/boat-ride.html' title='Boat Ride'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SWTUprA2vxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/KwjM-MNTLrI/s72-c/Keith-I+love+the+water.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-4660343708568737351</id><published>2008-12-23T11:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:58:38.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a great idea!!</title><content type='html'>We have been discussing witnessing to others in Sunday School.  Well I can tell you first hand that that is not one of my strong points.  I know I love the Lord and I do not mind telling people.  But I am not good with the questions that come along with witnessing.  I admit, I have not read all of the Bible and I do not know all the answers.  I just know I believe and I love the Lord.  So, to get back to the idea....we were asked to give any examples that we had had recently of witnessing.  This man had a wonderful idea that he had been using while he is on the road for business.  When eating at a restaurant and the waitress says "Is there anything else that I can do for you?", he asks "Is there someone I can pray for for you?" Now that screams Christmas!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas to all!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163833972204699630-4660343708568737351?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/4660343708568737351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=4660343708568737351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/4660343708568737351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/4660343708568737351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-great-idea.html' title='What a great idea!!'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-8180711474944496325</id><published>2008-12-17T08:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:21:00.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SUkm39818SI/AAAAAAAAAII/kNy7C1KrfAA/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SUkm39818SI/AAAAAAAAAII/kNy7C1KrfAA/s200/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280794781033034018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is flying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163833972204699630-8180711474944496325?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/8180711474944496325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=8180711474944496325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/8180711474944496325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/8180711474944496325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2008/12/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SUkm39818SI/AAAAAAAAAII/kNy7C1KrfAA/s72-c/DSC_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-5496692456100056754</id><published>2008-12-17T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:08:27.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone is finishing up their shopping and wrapping.  One day I will finish.  I am determined to have it all together this year and not be running around on Christmas Eve trying to finish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Around the holidays, there is one constant thing that I tend to think about.  I do not talk about it much for not many understand or even want to hear about it.  I think about it very privately for fear that I may shed tears or question why things are the way they are.  I think about our son Maddux who is in heaven celebrating Christmas with Jesus himself.  It brings joy in my life to know that he is running around with other children and laughing and swinging.  Sometimes I wonder what life would have been like if he were still with us.  But I know God had other plans.  It is so hard to believe that Maddux would be almost 6.  I always wonder who he would have looked like.  What he would have wanted for Christmas this year.  But I know he is getting the best gift of all...to be with Jesus and to be able to sit on his lap and listen to his stories.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In reading another blog, I found this great verse.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#823F00"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#823F00"&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Hebrews 12:1-3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It reminds me of last year's Vacation Bible School and the theme of running the race for God.  I feel like sometimes God is pulling us to continue on in the race, but we keep calling out "I am too tired" or "Let me just rest for a minute".  My prayer for 2009 is that I will continue on and not get weary.  God has great plans for us and all he ask me to do is TRUST.  Easy enough, right??&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/163833972204699630-5496692456100056754?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/5496692456100056754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=5496692456100056754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/5496692456100056754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/5496692456100056754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2008/12/thinking.html' title='Thinking....'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-3556084206722152345</id><published>2008-12-12T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T07:40:29.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keith and his first girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SUKF3BJi9lI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Ihu0Yfpp1vY/s1600-h/Keith+and+Kate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SUKF3BJi9lI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Ihu0Yfpp1vY/s200/Keith+and+Kate.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278928893479417426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Keith's girlfriend Kate.  She is so adorable.  But we found out on Keith's birthday that she is moving this summer.  I do not have the heart to tell him.  He will be crushed!&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/163833972204699630-3556084206722152345?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/3556084206722152345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=3556084206722152345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/3556084206722152345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/3556084206722152345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2008/12/keith-and-his-first-girlfriend.html' title='Keith and his first girlfriend'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SUKF3BJi9lI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Ihu0Yfpp1vY/s72-c/Keith+and+Kate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-4006996019596097860</id><published>2008-12-11T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:30:18.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Spirit</title><content type='html'>This holiday, I am having such a hard time getting into the spirit.  Do not get me wrong.  I was moved by Walk through Bethlehem.  I am excited that my entire family will be together for the holidays.  I am so undeserving and blessed that God loved me so much that he sent his son to save me. I guess with the economy and all the financial woes, the looming expense reduction consultant creeping around work, Brian having to work out of town every week, Brian's mothers diagnosis, and then a co-worker's mother passing away unexpectedly, I feel like I am reaching for some happiness.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, when I go home at night, this is where I can always depend on finding it......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SUEjzPYxMAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/bxLFa4PSs7k/s200/Pajamas-stairs+1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278539601465651202" /&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/163833972204699630-4006996019596097860?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/4006996019596097860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=4006996019596097860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/4006996019596097860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/4006996019596097860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-spirit.html' title='Holiday Spirit'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SUEjzPYxMAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/bxLFa4PSs7k/s72-c/Pajamas-stairs+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-2373822264853518685</id><published>2008-12-01T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:33:07.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thomas, Thomas, and more Thomas</title><content type='html'>Since I do not have much time to blog today, I thought I would sum up what Keith did his entire Thanksgiving vacation.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/STRJunI9RmI/AAAAAAAAAHw/DVNTCQDepeI/s200/DSC_0119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274922128687056482" /&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/163833972204699630-2373822264853518685?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/2373822264853518685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=2373822264853518685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/2373822264853518685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/2373822264853518685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2008/12/thomas-thomas-and-more-thomas.html' title='Thomas, Thomas, and more Thomas'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/STRJunI9RmI/AAAAAAAAAHw/DVNTCQDepeI/s72-c/DSC_0119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-8637844494117220878</id><published>2008-11-26T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:28:11.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'VE BEEN TAGGED WITH A MARRIAGE SURVEY!  HERE GOES....(I did it in the color "RED" for love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How long have you been married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px; "&gt;10 years and 19 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Is this your first marriage? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Is it how you imagined it would be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes and no. The first six months was really tough.  We fought about stupid things (my control issues with money).  Now our life is so chaotic that we do not even have time to fight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What would you change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px;"&gt;More time together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Are you married to your soulmate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What do you argue about the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What do you see eye to eye on the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px;"&gt;God and our children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Where did you meet your spouse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Out to dinner with friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Where was your first date? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Depends on what you call a first date....When we were first dating we always went out with friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Where were you when you became engaged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Brian's apartment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Did you live together before marriage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px;"&gt;No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What was your wedding song? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Random music.  Brian always tells everyone we walked in to Tina Turner's "What's Love Got to Do With It". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Who was in your wedding party? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px;"&gt;My girls....Joy (reason I met Brian), Judy (my sister-in-law), Crystal (my BF), Paige (my old roommate from college), Angie (friend from high school), Ami and Amber (Brian's nieces).  The boys...Hud, Brian F, Chris (all friends of Brian),Frank (Brian's brother), and Brian's dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you get along with the in-laws? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whats your view on children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px;"&gt;When I married Brian, he said he wanted an entire football team of children.  After 2, he is done.  We love them and hope to raise them to love God.  All our friends are having children now so we love holding their babies and loving on them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Does your spouse feel the same way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Are you a 2 peas in a pod or opposites attract couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px;"&gt;That is a hard one.  When we first got married, everyone said we were "like peas and carrots".  Is that opposites or the same?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you go out without your spouse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes. But with other married or "taken" girls usually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How long are you away from your spouse before you start to miss him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px;"&gt;1 minute.  But is is okay...I will survive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Have you ever compared your spouse to someone you have dated in the past?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px;"&gt;No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you trust your Spouse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Does your Spouse trust you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How well does your spouse know your favorites?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px;"&gt;That is a good question.  I usually buy my own gifts so I guess not too well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you get along with your spouses friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Does your spouse get along with your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Did you go on a honeymoon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Yes.  We went to Cancun and we were suppose to go back for our 10-year anniversary but with the economy the way it is...we will have to wait until later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you watch the same TV shows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Some.  Private Practice, The Biggest Loser, and Dirty Sexy Money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Can you agree on Pizza toppings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Yes, Meat Lovers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Who takes out the trash?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Him more than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Who does laundry??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Who cooks dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Neither. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you have any traditions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I cannot think of any right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you know your spouses passwords/pins?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Does your spouse know your social security number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px;"&gt;No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you ever nag your spouse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me? Nag? What a silly question! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you admit wrong doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Does your spouse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TrebuchetMS; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: TrebuchetMS; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Okay Heather and Morgan, your turn!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&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/163833972204699630-8637844494117220878?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/8637844494117220878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=8637844494117220878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/8637844494117220878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/8637844494117220878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2008/11/marriage-survey.html' title='Marriage Survey'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-6615837239075222951</id><published>2008-11-25T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:43:15.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in our Pajamas</title><content type='html'>On cold, dreary days like we had last week, it is just fun to stay inside in your pjs....&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SSxFykpyG9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/p0sg72fldpU/s200/Pajamas-stairs+1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272665998878710738" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SSxFzM59yFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/owrZrK3STsI/s200/pajama+day.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272666009684002898" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on other days........we can go BOWLING (the only sport that mom is competitive at).&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 style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SSxGZDrlZGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/K6cNehkByDM/s200/bowling+shoes.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272666660042794082" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SSxGaqJ-o2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/NzAxBXWvb7Q/s200/the+ball+is+heavy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272666687550694242" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SSxGZUSbMLI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4PFwC3Pk_QA/s200/I+can+do+it+myself.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272666664500670642" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SSxGbDYQBFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6tMz9MdfCgA/s200/welcome+to+the+bowling+alley.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272666694321439826" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay Ryan and Kayce, it looks like I still need help with this new camera and on blogging.  &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/163833972204699630-6615837239075222951?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/6615837239075222951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=6615837239075222951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/6615837239075222951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/6615837239075222951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-in-our-pajamas.html' title='Fun in our Pajamas'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SSxFykpyG9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/p0sg72fldpU/s72-c/Pajamas-stairs+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-7854443391559286251</id><published>2008-11-19T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:48:34.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God, where are you?</title><content type='html'>I know a lot of people who are asking this right now...unemployed, sick, mourning, etc.  I know when we lost Maddux, I probably thought it.  But the great thing is that he was right there, holding my hand, loving me, comforting me, and leading me closer to him.  I never thought loss in my life would be the eye opener to the glory that God brings.  Every day when I read blogs from people who are dealing with infertility, loss of a child, economical stress, there is always one thing in common.  They are still glorifying God and praying to him to show us all the way.  Sometimes it is so hard to understand.  But what is the other alternative......not believe???&lt;div&gt;How can I look at these two faces and not believe in Him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SSRDEAMEK4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ITcIhvOk1tU/s1600-h/Hannah+face+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SSRDEAMEK4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ITcIhvOk1tU/s200/Hannah+face+2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270411199979465602" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SSRDDDbjIlI/AAAAAAAAAGw/fS8QEqCzo8g/s200/Keith-face.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270411183669846610" /&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/163833972204699630-7854443391559286251?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/7854443391559286251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=7854443391559286251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/7854443391559286251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/7854443391559286251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2008/11/god-where-are-you.html' title='God, where are you?'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SSRDEAMEK4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ITcIhvOk1tU/s72-c/Hannah+face+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-4599786706802013081</id><published>2008-11-17T09:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:52:29.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday!</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged in the tradition of this new blog trend:&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://3E882851-1F92-4A9C-A64D-2E33688136D2/NotMeMonday.jpg" alt="NotMeMonday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;1.  I did &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; send my daughter to school in shoes she could hardly walk in so I would not have to run upstairs and get a different pair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;2.  I did &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; let my daughter sleep with me last night because I do not like to sleep alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;3.  I am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; 30+ years old and still scared to stay by myself at night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;4.  I do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; have steam blowing out my ears because of Wachovia (I know it does not have anything to do with my kids but right now it is big to me)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;5.  I am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; continuously looking on the internet for a puppy and telling my husband I am not ready to get one.&lt;/p&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;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Maybe next Monday I will have more exciting ones...Sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163833972204699630-4599786706802013081?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/4599786706802013081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=4599786706802013081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/4599786706802013081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/4599786706802013081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-me-monday.html' title='Not Me Monday!'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-1563105462200920932</id><published>2008-11-14T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T06:42:48.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Answering Prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:13.0pt;"&gt;James 1:2-8&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:13.0pt;"&gt;2Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, 3because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. 4Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. 5If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him. 6But when he asks, he must believe and not doubt, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia-Bold;font-size:13.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;because he who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:13.0pt;"&gt; 7That man should not think he will receive anything from the Lord; 8he is a double-minded man, unstable in all he does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:13.0pt;"&gt;Today I am praising God for so many things.  Yesterday, another prayer was answered for a woman I don't know physically but we share the same God.  After 9 years of infertility, her twin babies were born.  The mother was rushed to ICU and was in and out of a coma, having seizures,  and her blood pressure was spiraling out of control.  So I prayed.  Heather prayed. Carol prayed.  The family prayed.  Last night they brought her babies in her room and she woke up.  It bring tears of joy to my eyes even typing this.  (But we all know I am an emotional wreck over children.)  Also yesterday, a prayer was answered regarding our finances.  I try really hard not to pray about money, but God knows my heart more than I even know it.  God has always provided and he continues to do so every day.  The list goes on and on....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:13.0pt;"&gt;Thank you God for being in my life and loving me even when I don't deserve it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:13.0pt;"&gt;  &lt;/span&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/163833972204699630-1563105462200920932?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/1563105462200920932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=1563105462200920932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/1563105462200920932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/1563105462200920932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2008/11/answering-prayers.html' title='Answering Prayers'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-4942241478043261428</id><published>2008-11-12T05:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T05:38:05.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Name......Now I Gotta Find A Cure</title><content type='html'>I have found a name for my funk that I have been in lately.....seasonal affective disorder.  Of course..the seasons have changed and not only did it bring cooler weather, but also brought my change of mood.  Thank goodness I was born in the south.  As most of you know, I have goose bumps in 70 degree weather.  So today my goal is to get out of this funk and embrace the cold.  Now I am not going to do anything crazy like run outside in my underwear (sorry Andy and Ryan, I know that would have given you quite a laugh), but I am going to enjoy the fall and winter seasons and all that they bring.  Thanksgiving, Christmas, maybe snow (doubt it), family gatherings, Brian's birthday, Octoberfest, annual friendship dinner, etc.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SRrcLNly-tI/AAAAAAAAAGo/mLcw9cyA1V0/s200/snow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267764799348079314" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/163833972204699630-4942241478043261428?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/4942241478043261428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=4942241478043261428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/4942241478043261428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/4942241478043261428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2008/11/namenow-i-gotta-find-cure.html' title='A Name......Now I Gotta Find A Cure'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SRrcLNly-tI/AAAAAAAAAGo/mLcw9cyA1V0/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-2447616028532037850</id><published>2008-11-11T08:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:19:52.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustion</title><content type='html'>I am so tired.  I feel like I have been non-stop for the past few days.  This weekend was a whirlwind.  Then last night was Bunco.  Tonight is Keith's birthday.  Tomorrow is church.  Thursday....could it be....nothing!  Friday is a jewelry party in Moncks Corner.  Saturday is a baby shower in the morning and Octoberfest that night.  Sunday is church (extended session) and handbell practice that night.  Then we start all over again.  Hopefully I can find some time to sleep in there.  How am I suppose to spend time with the kids, read my book, and study for the CPA exam?  Oh yeah, and what about TV?  I know I gave up some shows, but I cannot go cold turkey!  If you walk by my office and see this.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SRmy1FCDPfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ksqdzRWHCqg/s200/sleeping.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267437864140094962" /&gt;Don't be surprised!&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&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/163833972204699630-2447616028532037850?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/2447616028532037850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=2447616028532037850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/2447616028532037850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/2447616028532037850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2008/11/exhaustion.html' title='Exhaustion'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SRmy1FCDPfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ksqdzRWHCqg/s72-c/sleeping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-8576822152706310048</id><published>2008-11-10T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T07:49:41.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brotherly sisterly love</title><content type='html'>If you look around my parents' house, you will not find pictures like this of me and my brother when we were little.  I hope their love for each other only grows stronger.&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SRhX1P_OA1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/XvC7zj1UJyU/s200/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267056336546169682" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163833972204699630-8576822152706310048?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/8576822152706310048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=8576822152706310048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/8576822152706310048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/8576822152706310048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2008/11/brotherly-sisterly-love.html' title='Brotherly sisterly love'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SRhX1P_OA1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/XvC7zj1UJyU/s72-c/DSC_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-2124066019425493918</id><published>2008-11-06T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:58:57.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Day</title><content type='html'>As I sit here and think about those words and how we have one more day until we celebrate our 10-year anniversary, I also think of a song that use to be one of my favorites.  I don't know if any of you remember many years ago, there was a song by Diamond Rio called "One More Day".  Of course, those who know me can only imagine that I cry every time I hear it.  In the song, the person that he is singing to has left this earth and he would give anything to spend "one more day with you".  As I think about that song and the title of my post, I just thank God for the 10 years that he has given me with Brian.  I know that there are no guarantees for tomorrow or the next day, but I will cherish all the times that we have together and the memories that we have made.  Brian and I talked yesterday about all the plans that we had made for our 10-year anniversary that we are not going to be able to fdo.  I am okay with that.  I do not need expensive gifts, fancy trips, or elaborate dinners to celebrate how much I love my husband.  Those come and go.  Our love is forever!&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/163833972204699630-2124066019425493918?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/2124066019425493918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=2124066019425493918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/2124066019425493918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/2124066019425493918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-more-day.html' title='One More Day'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-9194823359571409454</id><published>2008-11-05T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:53:44.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my Husband...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;How do I begin to tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how lucky I am to have you in my life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll start by saying what an honor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is for me to be your wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're my best friend in the good times and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my rock in times of sorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're the reasons for sweet yesterdays and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my promise for tomorrow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/163833972204699630-9194823359571409454?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/9194823359571409454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=9194823359571409454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/9194823359571409454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/9194823359571409454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-my-husband.html' title='To my Husband...'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-2219680435825957962</id><published>2008-11-04T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:35:03.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary Week Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SRB5heSu43I/AAAAAAAAADA/aGNphTbfYgY/s1600-h/Vegas+2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SRB5heSu43I/AAAAAAAAADA/aGNphTbfYgY/s200/Vegas+2007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264841580370387826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am God, the only God you’ve had or ever will have— incomparable, irreplaceable— From the very beginning telling you what the ending will be, All along letting you in on what is going to happen, Assuring you, ‘I’m in this for the long haul, I’ll do exactly what I set out to do,’ - Isaiah 46:9-11 (The Message)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;t is so strange to think that from the beginning of my life, the beginning of time even, that God knew that Brian and I would be together.  Of course, you date other people and say the "I love yous" and think "is he the one", but God knew all along that Brian and I were meant to be together.  God knew from the first day I met Brian that I would fall in love.  He knew that we would only date 6 months before getting engaged and then another 6 months before we got married.  He knew it all.  He knew that the birth of our 3 children would change our lives forever and that that would make us both stronger, not only in our relationship with each other, but with him.  The story of how Brian and I met is a classic example of how God works.  We had no reason to meet that night.  I had no business trusting someone I had never met.  But God knew that we were soul mates, and he had made us for each other.  I know that our marriage has lasted 10 years and will last many more because God is at the center.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/163833972204699630-2219680435825957962?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/2219680435825957962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=2219680435825957962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/2219680435825957962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/2219680435825957962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2008/11/anniversary-week-day-2.html' title='Anniversary Week Day 2'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SRB5heSu43I/AAAAAAAAADA/aGNphTbfYgY/s72-c/Vegas+2007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-2649069202365291414</id><published>2008-11-03T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:54:32.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Years......and counting</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe it!  This week Brian and I will celebrate our 10 year anniversary.  I have decided to dedicate this week to me and Brian and each day post a picture of us or something that have made us stronger over these years......We sure have been through a lot these 10 years but through all of it..... our wild club days, moving to Charleston, losing a child, having 2 more children (only 15 months apart), and changes in careers, our love for each other gets stronger and stronger.  Sometimes we could kill each other and sometimes we cannot stop holding each other.  He is my life and I know that he will always be there for me.  Thank you God for not only giving me a man who loves me and our kids, but also loves you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason I breathe..............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQ9kY6y5skI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lWBxP8C2UUw/s200/My+family.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264536868681790018" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/163833972204699630-2649069202365291414?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/2649069202365291414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=2649069202365291414' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/2649069202365291414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/2649069202365291414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2008/11/10-yearsand-counting.html' title='10 Years......and counting'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQ9kY6y5skI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lWBxP8C2UUw/s72-c/My+family.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-2150065151421843014</id><published>2008-10-31T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:50:31.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQs2ZtZhpJI/AAAAAAAAACo/7QBDELpzIog/s1600-h/Princess+and+Firefighter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQs2ZtZhpJI/AAAAAAAAACo/7QBDELpzIog/s200/Princess+and+Firefighter.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263360404823843986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From our home to yours.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQs3RKBCUcI/AAAAAAAAACw/equh_ybz72s/s200/pumpkin3.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263361357398561218" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163833972204699630-2150065151421843014?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/2150065151421843014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=2150065151421843014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/2150065151421843014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/2150065151421843014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQs2ZtZhpJI/AAAAAAAAACo/7QBDELpzIog/s72-c/Princess+and+Firefighter.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-671254736724805779</id><published>2008-10-30T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T08:10:49.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Halloween Fun has Begun</title><content type='html'>The kids were busy yesterday beginning all the fun things that Halloween brings.....&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQnMH2JQM9I/AAAAAAAAACY/xESKV425ZPk/s200/Halloween+cookies.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262962074724611026" /&gt;baking Halloween cookies and&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQnNXrjv92I/AAAAAAAAACg/SCYpRI42eMc/s200/Halloween+pumpkins.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262963446272489314" /&gt;&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Painting ssscccaarrry pumpkins.&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/163833972204699630-671254736724805779?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/671254736724805779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=671254736724805779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/671254736724805779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/671254736724805779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-fun-has-begun.html' title='The Halloween Fun has Begun'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQnMH2JQM9I/AAAAAAAAACY/xESKV425ZPk/s72-c/Halloween+cookies.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-409837931048265207</id><published>2008-10-29T12:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T12:33:58.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>31 THINGS-SENT TO ME FROM ANOTHER BLOGGER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 24px; font-family:Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? plugged into my computer as I work&lt;br /&gt;2. Where is your significant other? at the office&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair color? dark brown&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? Joyce&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? Gary&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? {at this moment} the heater under my desk....I work in an icebox&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? Did not have one&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal? There are so many......to raise my children in the best way possible&lt;br /&gt;9. The room you're in? Office&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby? shopping....I need to find a cheaper one&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? I hate discussing fears.  I guess that someone will break in my house while we are home.&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in six years? same house, same job, out of debt&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night? at home&lt;br /&gt;14. What you’re not? concentrating on what needs to be done&lt;br /&gt;15. One of your wish list items? remodeled bathroom&lt;br /&gt;16. Where you grew up? Lancaster&lt;br /&gt;17. The last thing you did? ate a mini Twix candy bar&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you wearing? jeans and pink top from BR&lt;br /&gt;19. Your TV? is always on Noggin for the kids&lt;br /&gt;20. Your pet? passed away about 2 months ago from liver failure&lt;br /&gt;21. Your computer? MAC at work, SONY laptop at home&lt;br /&gt;22. Your mood? always good&lt;br /&gt;23. Missing someone? my babies&lt;br /&gt;24. Your car? Yukon&lt;br /&gt;25. Something you’re not wearing? my watch (needs a new battery)&lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite store? Target&lt;br /&gt;27. Your summer? the beach&lt;br /&gt;28. Love someone? God, my husband of 10 years, my kids, family and friends, etc.&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color? green&lt;br /&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed? When my Keith said "refrigefrator"&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried? Yesterday watching about Eliot and 99 balloons on Oprah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 24px; font-family:Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 24px; font-family:Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Heather and Kayce......YOUR TURN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163833972204699630-409837931048265207?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/409837931048265207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=409837931048265207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/409837931048265207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/409837931048265207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2008/10/1.html' title='31 THINGS-SENT TO ME FROM ANOTHER BLOGGER'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-581522755002013705</id><published>2008-10-29T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:47:54.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes We Need a Reminder from Above</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQihtbVc1WI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LuIiosWb1kE/s1600-h/PrayingHands.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQihtbVc1WI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LuIiosWb1kE/s200/PrayingHands.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262633966386337122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every week we get an email from someone in our Sunday School with the week's prayer requests, praises, updates, etc.  Suzanne Piper sent out this week's email since Becky is on bed rest (she's expecting twins in January) and it contained something that I really needed to hear.  She quoted the verses from Romans 8:26 "In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness.  We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express."  Every night when I say my prayers, I feel like I have to list everything that comes to mind.  Sometimes I forget that God is all-knowing and he knows my heart and my mind before I even speak it.  Thank you Suzanne for reminding me.&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/163833972204699630-581522755002013705?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/581522755002013705/comments/default' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163833972204699630-6903281028349892957?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/6903281028349892957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=6903281028349892957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/6903281028349892957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/6903281028349892957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2008/10/kids-say-cutest-things.html' title='Kid&apos;s Say the Cutest Things'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-3013391000869780621</id><published>2008-10-28T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:35:44.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems as if it is time for......&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;TOP 5 TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Today's topic is...What are 5 things that you hope to pass down to (or at least teach) your children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1.  God is the creator, good, almighty, number one, a rock, always there, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;2.  Respect everyone, not just your elders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQcw9WubRCI/AAAAAAAAACI/As4YW9wr7ts/s200/DSC00977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262228520236172322" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;3.  Life is short...treat everyone that comes in to it with love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;4.  Always be honest, even when it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;5.  Mommy and Daddy will always love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163833972204699630-3013391000869780621?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/3013391000869780621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=3013391000869780621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/3013391000869780621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/3013391000869780621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-seems-as-if-it-is-time-for.html' title=''/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQcw9WubRCI/AAAAAAAAACI/As4YW9wr7ts/s72-c/DSC00977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-1078503703032106302</id><published>2008-10-28T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T07:15:47.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals</title><content type='html'>I have never been one to set goals....I did not want to let anyone down (especially myself) if I did not succeed.  But after a lot of thought yesterday and a talk with my trainer and coach, I have decided to set my new goal.  Get ready everyone, it is a doozie if I say so myself.  Next Ocotber, I will be sporting my pink in honor of breast cancer, but this time I will be doing it a little differently.  As Brian and I normally try to walk in the Susan Komen Race for the Cure (well I walk, Brian runs), we have not been able to in the last 2 years due to our Las Vegas trips.  Well no more of that.  Next year, you will have to look fast to see me because, yes brace yourself, I will be running. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My goal is....to run in the 2009 Susan G Komen Race for the Cure 5K.  Not only do I want to do this for myself, but for all the women out there who have been affected by this terrible disease.  I not only feel great because I can dedicate this to Brian's aunt Karen who we both loved dearly who lost her battle with breast cancer in 2002, but it is something we can do together (Brian and me).  I am really excited, but a little scared.  But I have a year to get ready...I hope that is long enough.....I have not run in probably 13 years.....You may see me on TV as the person being taken away on a stretcher but I am determined to make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQceK3Vte7I/AAAAAAAAACA/usbW9wZedKo/s200/ujena-marathon-solo-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262207861608250290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so the pic is not me....but it could be after I train.....and dye my hair, and get a boob job, and get younger...But it could be...&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&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/163833972204699630-1078503703032106302?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/1078503703032106302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=1078503703032106302' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/1078503703032106302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/1078503703032106302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2008/10/goals.html' title='Goals'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQceK3Vte7I/AAAAAAAAACA/usbW9wZedKo/s72-c/ujena-marathon-solo-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-2973875726610505515</id><published>2008-10-23T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:15:12.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged.....by Heather</title><content type='html'>8 things I did yesterday:&lt;div&gt;1.  1 load of laundry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Read some more of the book "The Shack"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Went to dinner with Morgan, Grady, and Keith to Andolini's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Watched Keith play with his Thomas the Train set&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  Worked on a development project for HOURS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  Heard from my good friend Kristie Rooks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  Watched Dirty, Sexy Money...my favorite show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  Welcomed my hubbie back home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 favorite places to eat:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Chick fil a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Tao in Las Vegas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  The Boathouse in IOP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Red Drum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  Firehouse Subs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  Myabi's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  Nakato's in Columbia (where Brian and I first met)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  Outback&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 favorite TV shows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Dr. 90210&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Dirty Sexy Money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Private Practice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  The Hills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  Two and a Half Men&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  The Biggest Loser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  The Real Housewives of Atlanta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  The Mentalist (my new one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 things I am looking forward to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Seeing my children tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  the economy to get better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  to hear if Becky is still having twin boys or if one of them is a girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Reading some more of my book tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  Hopefully watching The Mentalist that I tivo'd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  Hannah's soccer game on Saturday (although it is going to be cold at 8:30)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  my 10-year anniversary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  Cooper to arrive (that one's for you G and R)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 things on my wish list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  The economy to get better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  I had more time to spend with my children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  I was a better Christian and had more time for devotion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  I could snap my fingers and the house would be clean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  That Cooper would hurry up and get here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  The grass cutting fairy would come and cut our grass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  Brian and I could go out to eat for our anniversary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  Heather's baby Jule would feel better soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess now I will tag.....Gillian, Morgan, and Kayce (if they have not been tagged already).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163833972204699630-2973875726610505515?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/2973875726610505515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=2973875726610505515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/2973875726610505515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/2973875726610505515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been-taggedby-heather.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged.....by Heather'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-7680083424394988083</id><published>2008-10-23T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:06:34.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thomas the Train vs. EBAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQCvE1xYNyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KWBbjy8dZMo/s1600-h/thomas.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQCvE1xYNyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KWBbjy8dZMo/s200/thomas.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260396862457263906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is obsessed with Thomas the Train.  There are many, many trains and he knows all of their names, their personalities, and the stories that they have participated.  As soon as we walk into the house, the first thing he asks is "Can I go play with my trains".  So, the great idea person that I like to think that I am , went on ebay and thought I could get several Thomas the Train characters that are already used for next to nothing.  HA!  Everyone else in the United States thinks that Thomas the Train is just as wonderful.  People are paying crazy amounts for these things.  Are they going to be worth something one day...i doubt it.  They are just trains.  But to a small boy/girl and their parents who use ebay to make money, I guess they are like nuggets of pure gold.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry, Keith.  Mommy will keep trying.  I am on a mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163833972204699630-7680083424394988083?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQCvE1xYNyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/KWBbjy8dZMo/s72-c/thomas.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-6816143907497455901</id><published>2008-10-21T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T05:48:27.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Chips</title><content type='html'>I never thought the day would come again where I would be in trouble at school.  This morning I got a "talking to" at Hannah's school.  You ask, "for what"?  What could Elissa have possibly done that was so bad?  From what I understand, I gave my child "old" chips for breakfast, which in turn made her stomach hurt, which made her have an accident at school.....how could I?  What kind of mother am I?  I started to defend myself, but I thought, why bother.  And unfortunately for me, I just laughed.  Needless to say the school administrator was not laughing.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For everyone out there who is wondering what my story is......There was a bag of Doritos left over from the night before on our trip back from Columbia.  She ate three out of the bag on the way to school.  I know this is not what you would call an average breakfast, but it is Doritos people.  That is an American staple.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Brian and I probably know what could have caused this....she was with her Granny and Grandaddy in Chimney Rock all weekend.  Need I say more......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163833972204699630-6816143907497455901?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-4073307852966785151</id><published>2008-10-13T06:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T06:42:26.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone get me a Dictionary</title><content type='html'>Who would have thought that every conversation that I have with my 4-year old would be a spelling bee....For example, she heard me use the word assume in a sentence.  She says to me, "Mom, what does assume mean?" So I make up some crappy definition to try and get her to understand.  She attempts to use it in a sentence.  "Keith assumes that he will get to play with his trains if he poops in the potty".....WOW, that was a good one.  She used it correctly.  Then she wants to know how to spell it.  So we sound it out. A---SSSSSS--uuuuuu-mmmmm.  Tricky word in the spelling department.  I know that the words will get tougher and there are just some words I do not know a definition for, I just know how to use them in a sentence.  I really think my daughter is trying to outsmart me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163833972204699630-4073307852966785151?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/4073307852966785151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=4073307852966785151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/4073307852966785151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/4073307852966785151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2008/10/someone-get-me-dictionary.html' title='Someone get me a Dictionary'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-8854925929055100605</id><published>2008-10-10T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:14:21.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Sad....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SO9yHpvjevI/AAAAAAAAABY/k71ITiAC_ys/s1600-h/DSC00660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SO9yHpvjevI/AAAAAAAAABY/k71ITiAC_ys/s200/DSC00660.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255544765954620146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith had show and tell this morning at school and each student had to bring a picture of their house.  This morning I looked through several photo boxes trying to find some picture that incorporated the front of our house.  Instead I came across tons of pictures of my beloved "Brew". Pictures ranging from the time we picked him up at the breeders until the time before he passed away.  I thought I was okay with him being gone because I knew he was in heaven with Maddux and Oscar (Oscar is Frank's puppy that passed away two days before Brew).  But I am still very sad.  As most of my friends know, I am glutton for punishment.  I do it to myself.  I sat there and looked at all the pictures I could find.  A normal person would have said "Wow I need to get to work and not sit here and look at all these pictures that will make me cry!", but of course, I am not normal.  There is no denying that.  It was crazy looking at pictures from our old house when he was a puppy and life was so simple.  No worries about money, day care, etc.  It really made me think of how wonderful a life God has given me.  My beautiful children who fill my day with laughter, my husband who constantly reminds me of why I married him (his sense of humor and of course, good looks), and family and friends who will always be there to support me and be there when I need them.  So today I remind myself to look forward, do not dwell on the past, only learn from it.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163833972204699630-8854925929055100605?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/8854925929055100605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=8854925929055100605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/8854925929055100605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/8854925929055100605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-sad.html' title='Still Sad....'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SO9yHpvjevI/AAAAAAAAABY/k71ITiAC_ys/s72-c/DSC00660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-2045225915859021621</id><published>2008-10-08T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:02:19.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hannah absolutely loves soccer.  Now I am not saying that she will be a Mia Hamm, but she tries so hard.  She runs and runs as fast as her little legs will go.  Now needless to say, if she is tired or hot, she will stop and ask to be put on the bench.  Her daddy and our neighbor are the coaches so they are use to the drama that we call "Hannah".  There is one kid on the team names Jacob and he is definitely going to be a star player.  Maybe even the next David Beckham.  Hard to say at 4 or 5.  Here is a picture that Gillian took at the game last Saturday.  Thanks to all our friends who come to support her.  She loves showing off for you!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SOzLUHkcLRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MXB4-5uaWYQ/s1600-h/soccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SOzLUHkcLRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MXB4-5uaWYQ/s200/soccer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254798411724238098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/163833972204699630-2045225915859021621?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/feeds/2045225915859021621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=163833972204699630&amp;postID=2045225915859021621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/2045225915859021621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/163833972204699630/posts/default/2045225915859021621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepulaskis.blogspot.com/2008/10/soccer.html' title='Soccer'/><author><name>The Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SOzLUHkcLRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MXB4-5uaWYQ/s72-c/soccer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-1982202713333250299</id><published>2008-10-07T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T12:25:36.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Up for Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you sometimes just feel like you are drowning?  I have felt like that the last couple of days. I don't know why.  I am constantly reminding myself that my life is so blessed and I should be embracing that.   So why do I feel this way?  Isaiah 41:10 says "So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God.  I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous hand."  I am going to continuously read this and pray that all my fears and worries are taken away.  Only God can do that.  Then I will be able to come up for air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all the Halloween decorations and the pumpkins out at John Wesley, it is truly starting to seem like fall.  The weather definitely is not a clue.  Here are some pics of the kids from last year at Halloween....still trying to think what we can conjure up for this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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 Never happens.  I went out on the boat yesterday with Morgan, Andy, Ryan, and G which was so relaxing.  Something about being on the water is so wonderful to me.  It is definitely one of my favorite places.  I could stay out there all day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started playing handbells with our church.  Yesterday was my first practice.  I thought since I had played piano for 9 years and read music that it would all come back to me.  It took a while but I finally got on track.  Those poor women (and 2 men)....they are going to have to be very patient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NINE days until we leave for Vegas.  I am starting to get excited.  I guess I need to start figuring out what clothes I need to take.  Us women do that.....And we start way ahead of time.  Most men pack 10 minutes before heading out the door.  Can't do it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Pulaskis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253187619179958240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SQBuCSxTI7I/AAAAAAAAABg/u9Qo3WxQvK4/S220/P9070273.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163833972204699630.post-7388345828235672370</id><published>2008-10-03T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:17:47.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SOZTrQaTadI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GnDL4-cAA6Q/s1600-h/P9080295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oY7C1qHy3ws/SOZTrQaTadI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GnDL4-cAA6Q/s320/P9080295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252978017979034066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here it is.....the first post.  Who would have thought we would ever get to this day...puting our life out there for all the world to see and read.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not know really where to begin.  Everyone says the first one is the hardest.  We both have been known to ramble on so it should get easier.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now the thing to talk about seems the debates.  I have never been a true follower of politics, but during Bunko last night, all the girls wanted to watch.  So I watched.  I watched the back and forth, the dodging of the issues, the blaming and the he said, she said.  I get so lost with who is really and truly in it for the love of our country and the hopes of making it better.  Unfortunately, the world is in such disarray right now, who knows what is going to happen.  I just pray to God everyday to not only bring peace and love to our nation, but bring us a strong Christian leader who can make the difference.  And God will answer that in his own time and own way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are very exciting around the Pulaski home right now.  Keith has gone an entire week with no diapers.  He has only had one accident.  Needless to say, he still wears a pull up at night, but it is always dry.  We have not gone crazy and thrown all the extra diapers out.  We do not try and kid ourselves.  We are hoping by Christmas we can pass those diapers to another child.  We are also leaving for vacation in 11 days.  Las Vegas here we come...again.  We went last year at this same time (to see Jimmy Buffett) and thought we have been once and would probably not go back.  This time I hope we get a little bit luckier in the casinos.  I was the crazy girl that put $.50 in the machine and cashed out if I won $1.00.  Hey, I doubled it.  And don't think I was quiet about it.  I screamed with excitement as if I had won a jackpot.  I have never put $.50 in anything and doubled up.  Most of the time I put $.50 in a drink or candy machine and get nothing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read a lot of my friend's blogs and they write such inspiring words or use cute metaphors.  I always failed in that department.  I hope I get better with time.  I even noticed that my vocabulary has changed over the years...instead of saying restroom like most grown ups, I tell everyone I have to potty.  Thanks to Hannah and Keith for that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time.....Chao!&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/163833972204699630-7388345828235672370?l=thepulaskis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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