tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79666875802242769022024-02-21T00:40:17.642-07:00/ Rachel's // RantsRach and Tay Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15261917552719591045noreply@blogger.comBlogger122125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966687580224276902.post-84445143744921731362012-05-14T07:43:00.000-06:002012-05-14T07:44:09.745-06:00Mum says smiled.My Mom says I smiled at her the day I was born. <br />
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The doctors said it was gas, but she knows it wasn't. <br />
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and judging by how I feel about my mother... I know it wasn't either. </div>
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My mom came from England long time ago and married my dad. </div>
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Because of this fact, I had the honor of having a mother who couldn't work (and wouldn't even if she could have legally)</div>
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I got cookies most days after school, and I remember smelling them while I ran down the looong driveway we had in our old country house. </div>
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My mom gave birth to 7 BIG babies. I rang in at the second biggest, somewhere between 9 and 10 pounds. As I get closer to having babies of my own... I hope that she doesn't pass along that trait. <br />
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Some of the traits she did pass along, however, were the ability to love anyone, a magic touch with horses and animals, a love for herbal tea and crumpets (im not kidding) and a love and respect for my father, her husband.</div>
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I am extremely grateful to my mother for all that she did/has done/will do for me. </div>
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TA-DA!</div>
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My trip in a few pictures</div>
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(NOW, when I say a few... I mean I took HUNDREDS!)</div>
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I don't have any photos of me in my "temple trip" dress yet... coming!</div>
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La Jolla</div>
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Burritos!<br />
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DISNEYLAND With the Campbells!<br />
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Time with my love. <br />
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Churro's!<br />
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Tea Cups!<br />
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Group Shots<br />
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Random Shots.<br />
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Firsts.<br />
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And THIS MONKEY! - We stood in amazement at the San Diego Zoo for alomst an hour and watched this little guy use sticks, big sticks, little sticks, and reach and reach and try to pull a little peanut from outside the cage...to him. hilarious. <br />
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So its been 3 and a half months since I got my diagnosis. 3 months since I stopped all my medications, and began my own healing process. </div>
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It has been a roller coaster the last few months. definitely. I have a strong husband who keeps me afloat, and my religion to keep me moving. </div>
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<li>I dont have to remember to take my pills (good. im lazy anyways!)</li>
<li>On the days I feel good, I feel like "wow... this is me. im happy all on my own!"</li>
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<li>I cry. a lot. for some reason all of my emotions have starting showing themselves in all situations. I'm talking everything from sad movies to commercials. sad stories to sad thoughts. in a way its O.K. I mean, not crying for years and years can get a little old.</li>
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I felt really crushed by my diagnosis, but upon further though, prayer and talks from family and friends, I have felt like maybe I can bypass this. I'm not saying that the psychiatrist that diagnosed me was wrong. I'm also not saying that I am in the clear. I think that I had/have all the signs of someone with bipolar disorder. I also think that thousands of people live their whole lives without the privilege (or curse) of bieng diagnosed or "labeled" with this illness when they have it.<br />
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Every time I have a sad day, an off day... I get scared that I'm slipping. that I have only been doing so well because I have been manic, that every "success story" I have is fake, and I'm destined to fail eventually. I am trying to get that out of my head.<br />
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I am going to cut down on these kinds of posts and move on to the happier things. coming up (after I edit some pictures):<br />
T and I recently went to san Diego to get religously sealed for time and all eternity! my nephew Lorenzo just turned one! DISNEYLAND with the Campbell's! Engagement session with my brother and his gorgeous fiancé! so much coming up! I don't have a phone (long story) but I will be back!<br />
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</div>Rach and Tay Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15261917552719591045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966687580224276902.post-41492879554590149132012-02-09T15:33:00.001-07:002012-02-09T15:33:46.091-07:00Taper.I am tapering off of my Zoloft very quickly...<br /><br />And it's hitting me pretty hard.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/02/09/2129.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/02/09/s_2129.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I'm going from a relatively high dose of anti depressants and anti anxiety meds, to absolutely nothing in a matter of less-than a week. <br /><br />It's not supposed to go like that... These drugs are hard to get out of your body... Vertigo, depression, anxiety attacks, headaches, agitation... <br /><br />On the up-side I am sleeping.<br /><br />On the down side... I'm having trouble getting out of bed.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/02/09/2130.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/02/09/s_2130.jpg' border='0' width='231' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I'm lucky for the fact that, I love my job. I love coming in... It keeps me busy, and that's what I need right now to prevent a total crash.<br /><br />I have had an amazing outpouring of support from people I love and care about, even people who I have lost touch with, I have cried over so many loving words.<br /><br />I'm not alone.<br /><br />I'm sorry if I don't respond individually to you... Please understand.<br /><br />I'm not a "chatter" in real life... I have mastered the art of "grin and bear it" ... It's hard to talk about a mental illness and not feel... Well, crazy...<br /><br />I'm trying to keep it to this blog... Keep my feelings here.<br /><br />For now.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/02/09/2131.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/02/09/s_2131.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />xx<br /><br />R<br />Rach and Tay Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15261917552719591045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966687580224276902.post-75079454069773392712012-02-08T07:09:00.004-07:002012-02-08T12:14:15.853-07:00Not My Year Anymore.So yesterday I walked into Dr Chokka's clinic, hoping I would walk out with a plan for getting off of the Many meds I have been on the last few years. Hopeful that I could move on.<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/02/08/804.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 5px" height="400" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/02/08/s_804.jpg" width="400" border="0" /></a></center><br /><br />4 hours, and many MANY doctors and tests later...<br />I sat across from Dr. Chokka knowing I wasn't getting out of his perfectly furnished office without a new diagnosis... And then he said it.<br /><br />"we've determined that you have the classic signs and symptoms of bipolar disorder."<br /><br />"oh."<br /><br />" you knew that was a possibility, right?"<br /><br />"well, it crossed my mind"<br /><br />Truth is, it had crossed my mind many times... I have the highest highs and the lowest lows. I lose twenty pounds and then can't get up to work out.<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/02/08/805.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 5px" height="400" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/02/08/s_805.jpg" width="400" border="0" /></a></center><br /><br />I couldn't help it, I started crying.<br />He told me I needed to get off of my anti depressants... Because they can make the highs and lows more exaggerated...<br /><br />Good.<br /><br />Then he told me I would need to go back on Seroquil.<br /><br />Not good.<br /><br />I went on seroquil once before, for a few days... It was terrible. Awful.<br /><br />But Dr C said it was the best way to go, and also asked me if I wanted to be part of a study for a new drug that would be paired with seroquil.<br /><br />"It is a double blind test. You could be getting the pill, you could be getting a sugar pill... The good news is, we will be watching you very closely... Weekly, doing blood tests, full body exams, ct's..."<br /><br />I phased out again.<br /><br />In the end I signed up to do the study. Why not... If I can help people...I'm in.<br /><br />When I drove up to the train station to pick up T, he wasn't there yet. I put the car in park, climbed into the passenger seat and started crying.<br />I cried until 7pm when I finally fell asleep.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/02/08/806.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 5px" height="400" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/02/08/s_806.jpg" width="400" border="0" /></a></center><br />T helped immensely. He always has... And he assured me he always will.<br /><br />Truth is...<br /><br />I'm sad.<br />I'm disappointed.<br /><br />I'm not quite at the hopeful stage yet. When people can say "lots of people have this and lead normal lives with children and everything" and I believe them.<br />I'm angry.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/02/08/807.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 5px" height="281" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/02/08/s_807.jpg" width="210" border="0" /></a></center><br />This was supposed to be my year.<br /><br />Now what?<br /><br />RRach and Tay Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15261917552719591045noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966687580224276902.post-48985293322854516512012-02-05T13:31:00.015-07:002012-02-05T14:45:19.737-07:00The next chapter.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGq1zbEBfCzCsQ0OeyED27sy9zeC2Gr1odjekN7G8xbDmpKIn9VJ_m9y0xlg6nVUZm_zA_1K_oyFNNqI1u1OrLxX29vzrly8Z19G1iIiWQGrai0OoY-NIIeG3pKKVSH2j947GtbjdlXsE/s1600/IMG_5115.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >So i want to tell you all why this year is going to be so big for me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNJn5zr6-V9-KHeCbpnrehyphenhyphen10IUCFkQHinVrXJ9RTvoDocobDq0OKo6V1Lp9sC8_kEnmesqWwo3BmSDkKFYG4c8KgMgcuO4nxS_rENszu3W55RYVUrHQO0IONjzFzbTbaD58H-oKsjYC4/s1600/IMG_5726.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNJn5zr6-V9-KHeCbpnrehyphenhyphen10IUCFkQHinVrXJ9RTvoDocobDq0OKo6V1Lp9sC8_kEnmesqWwo3BmSDkKFYG4c8KgMgcuO4nxS_rENszu3W55RYVUrHQO0IONjzFzbTbaD58H-oKsjYC4/s400/IMG_5726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705761557746366706" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >It took a long time for me to decide if I should post this or not. some fault me for being such an open book on here. well, This is what I need now, and will need to get through this next chapter. I have great support systems, a great family, loving husband, sweet puppy and doctors... but this is my space...and I need it. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbb1-p9tpSKTBjqbrDvOcy653xG78-Znzt1bfUu53bEGo25Xwy9JjAQ7J96NZmB98zjBLIBjsZKEbBpKI6TYQ6yf63t2LxteJxoTgckumcl7e8Z1AJ0BiCP8PdauoCDkZ1d7zcd7ZjjOA/s1600/IMG_5688.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbb1-p9tpSKTBjqbrDvOcy653xG78-Znzt1bfUu53bEGo25Xwy9JjAQ7J96NZmB98zjBLIBjsZKEbBpKI6TYQ6yf63t2LxteJxoTgckumcl7e8Z1AJ0BiCP8PdauoCDkZ1d7zcd7ZjjOA/s400/IMG_5688.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705761482659777346" /></a></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">I have been on quite a few meds for a few years now.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">I will list them here and the various reasons that I take them... (I take various doses and some I only take "as needed")</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><b>Sertraline</b>: a selective-serotonin reuptake inhibitor commonly prescribed as an antidepressant (trade name Zoloft).</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><ol eid="rekuT8HnEYTUiAKGtai3Cg" id="rso" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; color:initial;"><br /><table style="line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "><tbody><tr><td valign="top" width="60%"><div class="std"><ul style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "><li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; line-height: 1.2; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; "><b>Zopiclone</b>: (brand name Imovane in Canada, and Zimovane in the UK) is a non-benzodiazepine hypnotic agent used in the treatment of insomnia.<br /></li></ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Lorazepam</b>: tranquilizer (trade name Ativan) used to treat anxiety and tension and insomnia</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; "><b>Clonazepam:</b> helps relieve nervousness, tension, symptoms of anxiety, and some types of seizures by slowing the central nervous system. In the United States, clonazepam is sold under brand name Klonopin.<span><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; ">I have been prescribed a few other pills on a "trial" basis to help with my anxiety and depression... some didn't last long. side affects are hard things to deal with.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; "><br /></span></span></span></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table></ol></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsqv1lxK51nnqohZxIBfOPsPzQAKpIy87Z5NjLA17tOQFxsPuMCL0TxI1BBpPLaCocly0iPGBYPyHl8LbhtS9GfF4aR-dQzEhKgxiR9IRHfbd3AV6eQV_HWFvSh-UALmFJ8hK0H5VyueI/s1600/IMG_5676.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsqv1lxK51nnqohZxIBfOPsPzQAKpIy87Z5NjLA17tOQFxsPuMCL0TxI1BBpPLaCocly0iPGBYPyHl8LbhtS9GfF4aR-dQzEhKgxiR9IRHfbd3AV6eQV_HWFvSh-UALmFJ8hK0H5VyueI/s400/IMG_5676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705761411607880002" /></a><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">let me also get this straight... I am not proud of my anxiety. M</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; ">y inability to translate real life into something that doesn't terrify me, make me lose sleep, give me panic attacks. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; ">I am an open, friendly person.. not a lot of people know how badly I struggle.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I am </span>however, <span class="Apple-style-span">one of the "lucky" ones... I am able to hold down a job that I enjoy, and a few friends that know intimately what I deal with daily. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">and if your thinking "I know her... she doesn't seem like that at all"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">Think a little harder.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIcEgR_CvAw8YxSiXDC64pu3EviP3qj-RIW8M4s1mh3biUVZgBuaE6wHvG9x4p_q0So4HM8owWZ26qxA7pL-HxnYg5XKtzBrAeOSiE2tlUVAwPN5U7w8F-pMyK_dxSibY4h-P14Y4yi1c/s1600/IMG_5633.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIcEgR_CvAw8YxSiXDC64pu3EviP3qj-RIW8M4s1mh3biUVZgBuaE6wHvG9x4p_q0So4HM8owWZ26qxA7pL-HxnYg5XKtzBrAeOSiE2tlUVAwPN5U7w8F-pMyK_dxSibY4h-P14Y4yi1c/s400/IMG_5633.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705761336173477266" /></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:100%;" ><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I have been on a lot of adventures... </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">This one is different. </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I am not going backpacking across south america, Im not getting married, im not running a marathon.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; "><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">This year I plan to get off of all of these meds... and start really thinking about the future of my family.</span></span></span></span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIMBDbqsVHkh6ORLVJUrOB4YJukAd1BoVatOWZkN-MKTuW8fMw3vzsAfV3DjteDgcgx6UrTmPCTaZDOvhyFDNporQ28fCDiV9-ohwcBKuFJ-3zzIaFpSmedPDIqanzLfUCKR7JjvLZu_c/s1600/IMG_5566.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIMBDbqsVHkh6ORLVJUrOB4YJukAd1BoVatOWZkN-MKTuW8fMw3vzsAfV3DjteDgcgx6UrTmPCTaZDOvhyFDNporQ28fCDiV9-ohwcBKuFJ-3zzIaFpSmedPDIqanzLfUCKR7JjvLZu_c/s400/IMG_5566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705760962983832386" /></span></a><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><ol eid="rekuT8HnEYTUiAKGtai3Cg" id="rso" color="initial" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; "><br /><table style="line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "><tbody><tr><td valign="top" width="60%"><div class="std"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 26px; "><br />I started this year with the little things to turn my life in a different direction.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; ">I stopped drinking coffee</span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguk6ZIErDMqtaKajETTnfbnHxINnCVQ4Orm4UhlPctuYdJAg52HPdcf1mP5jfm9hBzvysAQgviUzc6GGsQZ5zllanRBp6-bnwjZrlqgTwzEn8MUUXsoG2GwjEk0948JX91iW-I3rZ2vOo/s400/coffee-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705764639009587906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px; " /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 26px; ">I started dieting and exercising</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 26px; "><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGq1zbEBfCzCsQ0OeyED27sy9zeC2Gr1odjekN7G8xbDmpKIn9VJ_m9y0xlg6nVUZm_zA_1K_oyFNNqI1u1OrLxX29vzrly8Z19G1iIiWQGrai0OoY-NIIeG3pKKVSH2j947GtbjdlXsE/s400/IMG_5115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705765172811474850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; ">I have been doing daily guided meditation...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; "><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyMUlUXhtXdyxgN-FWJgAcU1iB0ZP9bJ0bEEXonXcrhlLIcMeMZvDMzmoBrLfuA8S3gk3iZnbJF5ehSaQb1oILoTJFBpt81H9mprpr-H-R5Wz3eqKumhobtY7gx_Wdkv9VtsUnxZZWNuI/s400/Meditation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705764698460816690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px; " /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 26px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 26px; ">I Know that it is going to get harder to do (or not do) these things as I start this "weaning" process... nothing is better than a hot coffee when you haven't slept in two days. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 26px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 26px; ">The next step was to meet with my doctor to discuss my options to moving away from my meds.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; ">he wasnt super helpfull. he suggested that if I wanted to "expand my family" that I could simply move to a different type of anti depressants, ones that had a "lesser chance" of birth complexities. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; "><b>not good enough. </b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; ">My next step was my OBGYN. she gave me some great information... told me more truth about the uncertainty of a lot of these meds with pregnancy. she also told me that many women do need them. happy mom, happy baby, healthy mom, happy baby. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; ">Makes sense.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; ">But again... its not good enough.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 26px; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 26px; "><b>Let me re-iterate something here... This is NOT an announcement. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 26px; "><b>no babies in the near future. just prep-work. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 26px; "><b>I have a hubby to get through school.. and a long road ahead of me.</b></span></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px;"><br />My OBGYN made my next step a referral to a well known psychiatrist. Dr Chokka.</span></ol><ol eid="rekuT8HnEYTUiAKGtai3Cg" id="rso" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></ol><ol eid="rekuT8HnEYTUiAKGtai3Cg" id="rso" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">"Dr Chokka specializes in the treatment of mood, anxiety disorders, ADHD, and women’s reproductive health. As the lead in over 60 clinical trials, he has lectured and presented his research in these areas at major conferences, nationally and internationally."</span></span></ol><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">That appointment is this Tuesday..</span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></div></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; line-height: 18px; font-size: medium; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; line-height: 18px; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div>So join me as I make my big and little life changes.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">join me as I move away from my anxiety... and get on with my life. </span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">XX</span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">R </span></div></span></span></div></div></div>Rach and Tay Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15261917552719591045noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966687580224276902.post-1080577419275251632012-01-24T03:42:00.001-07:002012-01-24T03:42:39.089-07:003am. Insomnia story.3am...<br /><br />It's been a while.<br /><br />Since 2 or so, I have been laying in my bed, listening to my dog snore softly and my husband shift every so often. Listening to my heart pound. At 3am I decided morning is here to stay...<br /><br />Insomnia.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/24/264.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/24/s_264.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />I have struggled with insomnia since high school... Too much on my mind I guess.<br /><br />Don't get me wrong, it comes and goes... There are times when I can't get enough sleep... Those times are just as tough, but much less boring.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/24/265.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/24/s_265.jpg' border='0' width='320' height='320' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I have an "active brain"<br />Anxiety takes a toll.<br />I remember being in high school and 3am was my best "writing time". I would sit at my electric keyboard with my headset on... And play.<br />My grades suffered, but they always had, I survived on coca-cola and late night chats with friends.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/24/266.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/24/s_266.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='212' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />When I went to college, insomnia was my friend. Who didn't like a college student who didn't sleep?<br />What college student needed sleep? I was always up to the early hours, clearing bottles, and mentally prepping for an 8am anthropology class.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/24/267.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/24/s_267.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='212' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />When Tay and I were dating I loved having him to text through the night, love is a good reason to be awake.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/24/268.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/24/s_268.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />But when the desire to sleep for days came back and took over, T and I decided it was time for meds.<br />Side affect: insomnia.<br /><br />Long story short... I have been taking sleeping pills for years.<br />Now it's hard to function without them.<br /><br />I need to figure this out.<br /><br />I have tried literally exhausting myself at the gym and with studying... <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/24/269.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/24/s_269.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Well... That was earlier this evening. <br /><br />Now my body is exhausted.. But my brain is shaking.<br /><br />Shhh brain... It's almost 4... You will be up and at work soon enough.<br /><br />Today will be a good day.<br /><br />Day 24 sans coffee.<br /><br />Bring it.<br /><br />.R.<br />Rach and Tay Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15261917552719591045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966687580224276902.post-14052818589135470352012-01-18T20:04:00.001-07:002012-01-18T20:04:29.675-07:00Run after it.I had a great birthday.
<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/18/2839.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/18/s_2839.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I was spoiled.. Too spoiled by Friends and family, I got flowers and dinner and chocolate... And one of the most beautiful Tiffany's &Co bracelet from my in-laws.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/18/2840.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/18/s_2840.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> I am entirely too spoiled.
....
Work has been getting cray-cray lately. I'm having trouble keeping up... I'm also cutting coffee out of my diet, for religious and health reasons... It makes it
hard.to.think.
<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/18/2842.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/18/s_2842.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />
It has been COLD here...
Like... Really cold.
<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/18/2847.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/18/s_2847.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I have been spending alot of time on my heated blanket in my bed.
Boss-man recently discovered the magic of this heated piece of godliness.
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Basically, as a family we are spending all waking moments we have at home on this heated blanket. I'm talking get home from work, grab some dinner (quickly!) and take it into bed with you. Study, cuddle, eat, sleep. - winter in Alberta.
Who ever needs to leave their bed!?
- in diet news... It's safe to say I'm officially off the wagon...
And I don't even want
To run after it.
<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/18/2849.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/18/s_2849.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />
Help me?
.R.<br />Rach and Tay Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15261917552719591045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966687580224276902.post-73548832866522835502012-01-12T07:37:00.001-07:002012-01-12T07:37:59.209-07:00Sicko and game on... Again.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/12/896.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/12/s_896.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I've been in "womanly" pain lately.
And heaps of it.
I got some pain killers, but they make me drowsy...
And I think I have finally learned what that word actually means.
Drowsy
My eyes feel heavy... Like I close them and they just want to stay there...
Zzzzzz...
Oh shoot it happened again!
But seriously... I slept for 11 hours last night and I cannot keep my eyes open today. No pain... But zero will to stay awake.
My doctor finally sent me in today for bloodwork and an ultrasound.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/12/898.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/12/s_898.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I got into that cold little blue dress. And sat and waited.
Someone woke me up 5 minutes later...
I did it again.
The ultrasound told me that I have a cyst on my oavary.
They say that when a cyst gets pushed on, it's the woman equivalent of getting kicked in the balls. Take that boys, AND we have babies.
Anyways, a few hours later and I'm feeling a little better.
<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/12/899.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/12/s_899.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Exhausted. Oh, and I gained 5 pounds over this whole ideal, eating whatever I wanted. *oink*
Great.
Sigh, game on. Again.
Xx
R<br />Rach and Tay Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15261917552719591045noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966687580224276902.post-19760995287346158772012-01-09T12:19:00.009-07:002012-01-09T12:42:06.836-07:00\\?SKOOL?//<div align="center"><br />you see that "Glossed over" look?</div><br /><div align="right"><br /></div><br /><div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdx8ByswOj0yW6JurIMasMtuE_AnH77SRyCxko349SwiTuaJ-ky1BEvznWpCbYTIPT4fmr71CT5muP6OOoAvwZHkvbEtEmnEn1YR6PG5eF5X01ORAaC_VQZizDkikOWHlcSAPlbW2fjQ4/s1600/3"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695714591785508018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdx8ByswOj0yW6JurIMasMtuE_AnH77SRyCxko349SwiTuaJ-ky1BEvznWpCbYTIPT4fmr71CT5muP6OOoAvwZHkvbEtEmnEn1YR6PG5eF5X01ORAaC_VQZizDkikOWHlcSAPlbW2fjQ4/s400/3" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center">Its noon</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">and its been a LOOONG day. </div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><br /></div><br /><div align="left">it started at, oh... 2am? </div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">sleepless again. </div><br /><div align="left"><br /></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">that, and a monthly "gift"</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><br /></div><br /><div align="left">makes me kind of like this... (looks and all)</div><br /><div align="right"><br /></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"><br /></div><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTcaCUiV1uYLLh7KqVjHQMrSwAbGtUchuMu4eku18VymxQmj9-bdvW9pg6NyFH7qRIQBJcpwZMNZLL1n6tkvwHKeN5AGWsMoe9NO4nivKDo3GD9BY9wBOenbIxLqyJC07s1qshCwkeFBc/s1600/grouchy_old_lady.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695714534415154034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTcaCUiV1uYLLh7KqVjHQMrSwAbGtUchuMu4eku18VymxQmj9-bdvW9pg6NyFH7qRIQBJcpwZMNZLL1n6tkvwHKeN5AGWsMoe9NO4nivKDo3GD9BY9wBOenbIxLqyJC07s1qshCwkeFBc/s400/grouchy_old_lady.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I start a class this week. just a night class. Wednesdays after work from 6:15 to 9:30 I will belong to the educational system. </div><br /><div align="left"><br /></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">its been a long time since I have been to school. </div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><br /></div><br /><div align="left">I went to UVSC in Utah over a summer semester and *ahem* HALF of a fall semester.</div><br /><div align="left"><br /></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">lets just say that at the time, I wasn't taking my life very seriously. </div><br /><div align="right"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695717462001723586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ3b9-Bs6fqNyTgZn_vHzY95G8N8_zksWYUk4wAlYj15uKdfjgwoPd3Ux6LX9KL5EOFhkrgHlBHcIns08lLtyQTOkiAihraOO5MT7UG3sH7upPhy4nqBc66SyktUe4J8rCnOy0i151oCw/s400/6" border="0" /><br /><br /><br />I had a lot more things to do before I was ready to go back to school...<br /><br />(in no particular order...)<br /><br />and by ALL MEANS - not everything I managed to accomplish...<br /><br />I had to<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Go back to Ecuador to see HER</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695717145789863586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl2LxMWcggeSX-31hPtDRqcs-wCkx1pki0CXPzdugWqpf7T7ON55nTQzpVL2fY-WLtY0zX6QeUZiBi8wTeqBaHwkw-1oaRw9l8u289i2ovfYAXqOHusaTx0iHj04dOgdg-ByWB-pOWpPQ/s400/3" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">Go to HAWAII with THESE PEOPLE<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695717374327862722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmLlyNs3DGZ6SaSxbGLBvNdkzn4lTFDJ7_xlMttWxLVsKN6xde7-Ny9vfm4XNg93rJYWbZ1T0OcJ63-RzGYIaDG5JRNK_L76ipYermVi6Q58oDz6NmC0NeDCUAAY-9ydZN6WwgRhyphenhyphen3tK8/s400/5" border="0" /> <br /><p align="center">RUN THIS<br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695717267304976770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggg5FL0_WRfnxb53IKR2NjNDODu2vbSf9sC41FMbtsC7w_ZdTAo5A_oEhXBxmKp2eAUuNClgApk9M5-fEXe5DUrFlghpr47Bmpvlq1fQ5IaYVOdg0NkYNBHIi0GW2obXsbw7gtFIZlDvA/s400/4" border="0" /> <br /><p align="center">FEEL AND LOVE THIS PERSON</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695716937321407746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_td8m3P5CbMQNSDch9R0bkLxbvoPdJ8uE9mGPsGNysNN_-rUzXHU0pmla5J5cfxSByNsHqHo2Jh6UDRGW9SGh9iI0z_LGiqk-a4gQDs4IGmcRBknNtZSsQRKapwNZjqSNOe4Csz7NXjQ/s400/1" border="0" /> <br /><p align="center">do THIS for a few months<br /></p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695717061170555922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2OMPosA4gB_ZkHa_ta0ytYx3Hogm_gWjzJOFjnKQSA2T1TAOqSPnjPk0JJL3dxFOvxYPq3eqZ6N0QvbSheqUgER4vYI2A_klBSXre1T2kl_uWQbEj0wULMumyN1OpPMMo-G68FXl-4gU/s400/2" border="0" /><br /><br />I can go on and on.</p><br /><p>I guess what im saying is that, I have accomplished a lot in my life so far.</p><br /><p>my journey has had ups and downs and lots of adventure. </p><br /><p>and im ready to get real. im ready to be a student...again. </p><br /><p></p><br /><p>and thats just the start :)</p><br /><p></p><br /><p>wish me luck. :/</p><br /><p></p><br /><p>XX</p><br /><p></p><br /><p>R</p>Rach and Tay Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15261917552719591045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966687580224276902.post-37863440398871814172012-01-07T22:30:00.001-07:002012-01-07T22:30:41.984-07:00Thinking about this day...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/07/3466.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/07/s_3466.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/07/3467.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/07/s_3467.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='232' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/07/3468.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/07/s_3468.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/07/3469.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/07/s_3469.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/07/3470.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/07/s_3470.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />
I could never ask for anything more perfect.
What's in the next chapter?
I feel like this is OUR year.
XX
R
<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Say%20forever.&z=10'>Say forever.</a></p>Rach and Tay Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15261917552719591045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966687580224276902.post-49447412798531367472012-01-05T21:57:00.002-07:002012-01-06T06:09:24.023-07:00The girl with the screaming brain?Tonight I got homeAnd didn't want to go to the gymAgain.<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/05/3208.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 5px" height="400" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/05/s_3208.jpg" width="400" border="0" /></a></center><br />Boss pawed at my legs to go outside and gave me that "I have so much energy it's coming out of my eyeballs" look.You know the one...<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/05/3209.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 5px" height="400" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/05/s_3209.jpg" width="400" border="0" /></a></center><br />.. I checked the weather and it was about 2 degrees.<br /><br />I will run.<br /><br />When I realized that I had left my headphones at work I hesitated... But after some thought I hooked up the Boss, started my watch and went for a quiet run.<br /><br />So.quiet.<br /><br />I use music as a way of distracting myself. Normally because I'm in a gym and hate listening to meatheads grunt and sweat (yes... Listen to them sweat...)<br /><br />Tonight I heard:<br /><br />The panting of my dog.<br />The crushing of ice under my runners.<br />My ponytail brushing against my running jacket.<br />The "tap tap tap" of my feet.<br /><br />And my brain going....<br /><br />"OH MY GOSH! You idiot! Why are you running? You hate running! Ugh, your lungs! They are burning! Watch out for that ice! I hate EVERY second of this. our legs hate you. I'm cold... Oh.. We're done? Hm, I guess that was okay."<br /><br />Welcome to my brain.<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/05/3210.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 5px" height="281" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/05/s_3210.jpg" width="189" border="0" /></a></center><br />All in all I'm glad I went...Now I can tuck into my warm bed... And quietly fall asleep...Right brain???<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/05/3211.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 5px" height="210" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/05/s_3211.jpg" width="281" border="0" /></a></center><br />Sigh.4:45 is going to come way too soon.<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/05/3212.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 5px" height="400" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/05/s_3212.jpg" width="400" border="0" /></a></center><br />xxRRach and Tay Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15261917552719591045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966687580224276902.post-17819439064219396882012-01-04T21:48:00.001-07:002012-01-04T21:48:17.624-07:00Tired.
Today I am tired.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/04/3545.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/04/s_3545.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />
So I let my body have what it wanted.
Muffin, Mac and cheese... A night off the gym to make vegan dhal with my boys <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/04/3546.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/04/s_3546.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And finally paint my nails by my fave candle (mmm chocolate mint)<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/04/3547.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/04/s_3547.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />As I twisted the lid back onto my old nail polish, I worried.
Am I falling off the wagon? I literally would do anything BUT go to the gym today. It's always those days when I eat the most. Bah.
Sometimes I let my dieting consume me, and then when I fall off the wagon... Well in the past I have fallen hard.
I can't let it happen again.
I'm scared.
I keep saying tomorrow is a new day.
I guess I'll keep getting up and trying.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/04/3548.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/04/s_3548.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />T had this amazing idea to cook lots of small, calorie portioned meals and freeze them. I'm excited to see how it goes actually. It's been amazing having him off school, being a little housewife, and he's so supportive of me. He knows me better than anyone... I'm so blessed to have him.
*yawn* it's late and I work early...
It's sleep time loves...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/04/3549.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/04/s_3549.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />
xx
R<br />Rach and Tay Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15261917552719591045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966687580224276902.post-59907081098093820052012-01-03T07:28:00.009-07:002012-01-03T12:27:26.113-07:00HOT DOG!<div>ITS FINALLY A NEW YEAR!<br /><br /></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693413014245321250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLbs_TDgyGCWCDygZu3zejuUTvPX1XVgO8xOIDyB5aHKBOTBleXBDOcWVgugwNRbGJ3w23B7Bnmag7I11PzquGEqvWN7XHPRigFZufjHXLEo9Hy7aVOTi8C6JWHAd7kh-UkSi3tMRlSQ0/s400/2" border="0" /><br />I am actually VERY excited for this upcoming year...</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>change is coming, I can feel it. I'm starting this year near my goal weight, my family is happy and has a great place to live, I have plans for this year...</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>and I cant wait for you to hear about them as I go.</div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>as WE GO.<br /></div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTdLH-sqwL8rGKkDay1ChkemM_wstAuTYDgDZH__XdV_xpXbN82i_5q1uGz67ykQiqoLLZoJwPKsTaTmr2u1KM-yUMc8JqXoAyG_xWxEzwavNgBltO3vMrZQLlhaS2DaxrgrU4BFNJuFU/s1600/5"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693413239857500146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTdLH-sqwL8rGKkDay1ChkemM_wstAuTYDgDZH__XdV_xpXbN82i_5q1uGz67ykQiqoLLZoJwPKsTaTmr2u1KM-yUMc8JqXoAyG_xWxEzwavNgBltO3vMrZQLlhaS2DaxrgrU4BFNJuFU/s400/5" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div>A new year also means a new look for baby Bossley. he is a Pomeranian American Eskimo (it shows in his hyper-activity) </div><br /><div>but he gets HOT... </div><br /><div>so when he gets looking a little too much like a lion... </div><br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693488699318897586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk83dPAhjSPGgbZYN1WRwokD5g76y1pKWEUOLM728Qe0P6uKsJWpi-xyy2XZRmZ7Isw6S301lTGfnNovTeMkX_BhFjL-j6YdaYs6UhOXCOPoQCo_QOqhK7w6VPHnLwCBHLpECzk7Noa20/s400/7" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div>we give him a haircut, and he feels like one hundred Bucks!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLgW2H5mqLKVJghCOyjiXFp9CcNeakjmCwLkwzsz6js4wXJKO9sDtnFwcw-dQVsWCvLmH1UuUEEcB70nvKRyiaoXC59Vgny3abVx7TGeKjfwNiuQ04Jbxcd61BwRBrPnFo9cXHtituhRc/s1600/3"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693413099628267442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLgW2H5mqLKVJghCOyjiXFp9CcNeakjmCwLkwzsz6js4wXJKO9sDtnFwcw-dQVsWCvLmH1UuUEEcB70nvKRyiaoXC59Vgny3abVx7TGeKjfwNiuQ04Jbxcd61BwRBrPnFo9cXHtituhRc/s400/3" border="0" /></a> They even gave him a little army -bow</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>and now hes one (I have to say it) </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Hot Dog!<br /><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693413292818118658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0zh5GzyoS8X-rcVCeKfQvpJUzsglTvU1FNtk1D6d-YHnOA-ecTtW8ikdMk_i0wDPAdqeRhUygP6nes7OZBFU4GklgR3DB8GNAIiI3fNVPso-z4iikXaVrjhflfud0Ca8c9Mkc-qgHQe8/s400/6" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div>xoxo</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>R</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Rach and Tay Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15261917552719591045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966687580224276902.post-3825791148922818702011-12-30T07:43:00.006-07:002011-12-30T08:18:15.932-07:00I want to be great.its almost the weekend.<br /><br /><br />Lots of people were asking how I lost the bit of weight I have lost over the last little while...<br /><br />so when I went to the gym yesterday, I really thought about it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja4PYtK5mQ8VPJL0rrt7duc_7A0DUQbimR8bVtOikUF4cDecN5N0m6PPvSfaP3P8VGohU71b7nkvONJe30pLSL0PIy_LXaUOLEZICZXroPbY20wuZ4WxTxCxyugjLMfO6Dm45OWBQ0QcI/s1600/3"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691932377785948402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja4PYtK5mQ8VPJL0rrt7duc_7A0DUQbimR8bVtOikUF4cDecN5N0m6PPvSfaP3P8VGohU71b7nkvONJe30pLSL0PIy_LXaUOLEZICZXroPbY20wuZ4WxTxCxyugjLMfO6Dm45OWBQ0QcI/s400/3" border="0" /></a> I have been a yoyo dieter my whole life... I take things to the extreme. im never "sort of dieting" or "popping into the gym for 20 minutes"<br /><br /><br />its go hard or go home for me. - to a fault.<br /><br /><br />when I decided to start dieting, I cut my calories way back. too far back.<br /><br /><br />when I started exercising, I realized that I needed to eat more.<br /><br /><br />but it didn't mean that I needed to eat huge enormous meals.<br /><br /><br />my body wont let me anymore.<br /><br /><br />I eat more often, I try and make my meals 250 cal or less. my stomach cant handle more than that...<br /><br /><br />Meat has worked its way out of my diet... I have replaced the protein with Lentils and Oatmeal etc. not because I don't want to eat a bloody steak... but because I cant. sometimes I wonder if its my body telling me..."Thank you"<br /><br /><br />I cant go to the gym and walk on the treadmill for 20 minutes anymore.<br /><br /><br />ever since I ran my marathon, I realized that if you want to see results... you had better work your ass off. Literally.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691932422634313154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEFTioT195oLbHoUSC2xdgSSuSCYnecf5UQnxBz0wpZ6V96K_pG5LBlYAoH2K7TKPFwTcJvhleJcsReunbZnJor1xTN_OCDIX8EcxfLs8RM9ZnmTXrtbjecVfdtzB3C2Vz_JnHWinlCGw/s400/2" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br />I go on the elliptical cross trainer for about an hour... 755 calories shows a good workout for me.<br /><br />on "heavy" days... I make my goal to burn 1000 calories. I will hop from Bike to Treadmill to the StairMaster... until I hit that number.<br /><br /><br />it takes a long time, but I have no life.<br /><br /><br />im realizing the importance of protein and rest days again. I can feel my body breaking down if I work it too hard for too long.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy7SmMvSkZjNHTt6OxFOcpBJn6WaoxcyoYvpq6ImUMc5zrghMtmaW5uc2pZJh-0JZExkbwlQDaigp3kELpj2loUwy3-IPaqQ-v6zj3kI0xA43TdQbEGxGUjPxe0WV3qgm97mXUgoxozgM/s1600/4"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691932331336612306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy7SmMvSkZjNHTt6OxFOcpBJn6WaoxcyoYvpq6ImUMc5zrghMtmaW5uc2pZJh-0JZExkbwlQDaigp3kELpj2loUwy3-IPaqQ-v6zj3kI0xA43TdQbEGxGUjPxe0WV3qgm97mXUgoxozgM/s400/4" border="0" /></a><br />Long story short... I have a lot of learning to do.<br /><br /><br /><br />I have a lot more to learn about my body and how to diet and work it down to exactly what I want it to be.<br /><br /><br /><br />when I have kids, I want to be healthy and active.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I want to be great.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_BxjIt0zeoZmkxZKgPNSMuPLwwJy05gKLYL81Hjh6RGAplRQ6zsqhJou9PKKj62RXdr5UJvScmcmcPggM0ZwPmrmYSVIgo5f_y6_ChLylHYLgi6cjFNd9LxsyT2ilUbO-OseQnhA1sVo/s1600/1"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691932250012239810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_BxjIt0zeoZmkxZKgPNSMuPLwwJy05gKLYL81Hjh6RGAplRQ6zsqhJou9PKKj62RXdr5UJvScmcmcPggM0ZwPmrmYSVIgo5f_y6_ChLylHYLgi6cjFNd9LxsyT2ilUbO-OseQnhA1sVo/s400/1" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Happy New years everyone.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />RRach and Tay Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15261917552719591045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966687580224276902.post-45221565813619372502011-12-28T07:40:00.010-07:002011-12-29T09:15:26.946-07:00.FACE LIFT.<div><br /><div><br /><div>Christmas was good this year.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Those of you who know me, know im not a HUGE Christmas fan.<br /></div><br /><div>I border on Grinchy.</div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691579975153269762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRjM38AGc7wg_0yV1UubiwGsTvarbXkyY5fH2eUt4xDR4iEwtK8bepCFmpiLBol84-WOtz-bp0uPGpBbFS-ZupdjpxGwV8y6iyIH6rjbm1lSLDQoaGj5YumZEbP3473v0lh77qXmNiBgM/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>But I do love December for various reasons.<br /></div><br /><div>In the beginning of December, BECKA had her big 30th...</div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>(AKA an excuse to go out and get spoiled with the sassy sisters.)</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691579736355168978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQFztElTJSVAbD4VBfCz8f0V20LPr1nrWLYixMnjARjBFmxKsk5NgHDHtB4Y9TyU1CA0-NgHJwfWs2PlWmd3OCL59kH-Z6bHLZguv1dBEG9vqG6qik4kr29lgVTq43Aa-awlx2_3xxcRk/s400/7" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>T has his Birthday. </div><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691579243559643250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkLZ9YcJ-2HtkRjRtd4MxX-lUrI9tNDzJqHZsMSfpAOvurHwtaraPDKotdlHvhu4w83HMiQ6KO4NwnwYLhmlg7zpQCF1ai4VFS44pparJ0GDvBZZsYUsKq7WJScF3n7CXb3rjoen5fv1c/s400/6" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div>Which we kept very low-key because of exam time. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>for Christmas I got some great SWAG... including a gorgeous new coach purse from my in-laws and this adorable apron-rubber glove combo from my mom. </div></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>judge away!<br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYSs3qNWkhIY0-ZZh-8yGBsrUJmNRaICEeoi6iszYNepqGINedMVrlVL6QZh98ddp4JEDyymuVuXspZg9g2JulLTbfuzKIkemIHu1w3NwN6_GixVsMvPVBIZeBAn0ilzAlzDl0BmHD48I/s1600/photo.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691190499711806274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYSs3qNWkhIY0-ZZh-8yGBsrUJmNRaICEeoi6iszYNepqGINedMVrlVL6QZh98ddp4JEDyymuVuXspZg9g2JulLTbfuzKIkemIHu1w3NwN6_GixVsMvPVBIZeBAn0ilzAlzDl0BmHD48I/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>I also love December because it is the promise of a new year... its closer than ever. Im not going to lie, 2011 started out rough for our little family, but its only gotten better.<br /><br /></div><br /><div>new year=new me... </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I have done something or been somewhere drastic every December since I can remember. </div><br /><br /><div>This year I kept it a little "low key" - Becca (my sister in law) is an AMAZING little coz student who did me the honor of cutting and coloring my hair...<br /></div><br /><div>Again, for those of you who know me.... im kind of a "go hard or go home" person... </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Here is my before... Borrrring.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691582262124226770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNgGJ1RoG8bpXj3MKcwdZzjiiX9kB3JYJVhjA-o7o2rEOxftoCDOx8sk9ex-IzG1So5qxNfpFI0k3pAVEqejW0VIbeiFDBssJH9hVarN9WkhtVpjeSZlFdSLaTYZGUlo9YInj8WYg_OFs/s400/11" border="0" /><br /></div>DURING.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj59aqlrVGYjouQbf9ymz7pZEn-s6snadnTf9rEbKLUXARah8glJMrpdCmqhhy_NDwCuIUE5iUXgF4rhdalNKOeQYQjUXF8Mym0XlgW3MVURZahhf0sR7mhaWpMKypoX1bh9sDfeC5Lj_E/s1600/4"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691190372071244994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj59aqlrVGYjouQbf9ymz7pZEn-s6snadnTf9rEbKLUXARah8glJMrpdCmqhhy_NDwCuIUE5iUXgF4rhdalNKOeQYQjUXF8Mym0XlgW3MVURZahhf0sR7mhaWpMKypoX1bh9sDfeC5Lj_E/s400/4" border="0" /></a><br />aaaand....<br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>RED.<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3w9N3PZBhDL2LeR7-WuAdnZvFO33slq4dd3xPdyNoXPUAU8YZbjyYHNqeKo5fAvmToQK1Gs4pCJIfaOeeLgAoatyMesv2qsi_yqJTKwh0IGXowSkqiX8jFnLXIGn1YtYngj5nhyFhyXg/s1600/2"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691190272567388898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3w9N3PZBhDL2LeR7-WuAdnZvFO33slq4dd3xPdyNoXPUAU8YZbjyYHNqeKo5fAvmToQK1Gs4pCJIfaOeeLgAoatyMesv2qsi_yqJTKwh0IGXowSkqiX8jFnLXIGn1YtYngj5nhyFhyXg/s400/2" border="0" /></a><br />I kind of love it. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>my little niece told me I looked like Ariel... a Disney princess? I'll take it. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I know this post is getting a little long... but I am always bantering about my weight. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>A quick...update. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I have been working my ASS OFF...quite literally. since August I have gone from 150-129 pounds.<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691190417072447298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjuEXofR-jtwlsurDILCc3-Ei1wdoMFSa7l997L3w3Cxc1h4DeIj_HKFETV7o0t_xT6P3bkKzMahDG7v_mR9xuR_LaI0Ey9m6xNxWKvg6bieOaw_LTrOwm97ZAqDQBdt7RuL_TG-pXzz8/s400/4.bmp" border="0" /> </div><br /><div>2012 will be my year. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>T and I are working our butts off to get places. and we will</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>happy new year everyone. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I wish you peace and happiness. </div><br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691190329347909362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmZDxcH6PuChcaWqRnCxUgAjaBD0Uth_1-8Mz4qjLQwEXgLFArekWjKfVcRPYDEwsibDZ5kihN05FfKNWF133Xo3VutNV1Oqf9mcB7F0zFIDY-KS9GbcPSAdl4szFPJawS3qACCkE7sKc/s400/3" border="0" /><br />xx</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>R</div></div>Rach and Tay Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15261917552719591045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966687580224276902.post-2509612329927178412011-12-23T07:15:00.002-07:002011-12-23T07:15:57.243-07:00In the new year.a new look to the blog... and real-live updates on how we are doing.<br /><br />xx<br /><br />R and TRach and Tay Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15261917552719591045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966687580224276902.post-68102216735727824072011-07-13T11:19:00.003-06:002011-07-18T12:16:44.145-06:00Rain//Keyboard<div>Ugh, im having some serious issues with this</div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>RAIN - Thats been falling here in the capital city recently. </div><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628890877322566290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ZT1O5FI-oULouBM6XiyzUJGg5z3F-ddL0cRroCn4JEjsvbW_MyD14KlZk9KoA4nJIR_Gif30wlpj6t5rU4egXa_87EqA7-zKUsK-do-2KblVZVooJGgdAYg3E5FWVwdUtX8LttAVSFg/s400/rainy-day.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><p>Like really? ITS SUMMER!</p><br /><p>give me some SUN!</p><br /><p>It really affects my mood...</p><br /><p></p><br /><p>in other news... im getting a new piano keyboard!</p><br /><p></p><br /><p>update to come :)</p><br /><p></p><br /><p>xx</p><br /><p></p><br /><p>R<br /><br /></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><p></p>Rach and Tay Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15261917552719591045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966687580224276902.post-86151973798303346172011-07-06T13:26:00.005-06:002011-07-06T13:47:53.002-06:00I scream - you scream<div><br /><div>I have a serious issue with ice cream right now...</div><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626325646864004514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNFnJKmNNFBmVHoOAMg9e7hx2RpUm0Xh0rBGwO1ziEVmv8tyFuUgW5uqQIKeyGOG7ag03W5XDKfR4kQ05BApdtlw-GFblvswLMUyY8djs-F6EEW111nbaM9uWExbRwryyw-Auqkge3vgA/s400/ice-cream-cones.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><strong>its.delicious.</strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcpHOcdt5zSE-YjW62A9YJxuV6YntsVPv_QrMYGJsrC4Czbx5tqEQOXSNJCf4N4Z-en67o6FEd8CHIaQ2y4WUEvTflV7tjIYpUN-Lk8sXqn2THrSsu3poZfF7nV_o7U69iSc49d9XGysw/s1600/22"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626324921793424178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcpHOcdt5zSE-YjW62A9YJxuV6YntsVPv_QrMYGJsrC4Czbx5tqEQOXSNJCf4N4Z-en67o6FEd8CHIaQ2y4WUEvTflV7tjIYpUN-Lk8sXqn2THrSsu3poZfF7nV_o7U69iSc49d9XGysw/s400/22" border="0" /></strong></a><br />(photos from a wedding recption a few weeks ago)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAKwIxZcSA_PAPAgjJrFcPVoT2jcld2thk9F8sFKClGkyDCw80GjTPo6m-gYXF-H-4aBMx7PYv1khaj3x45gTL-55E_t6RXvSU533H6h9-4R-R7KkP4oYn8uUGsCyWPFwW0eijyeiZteE/s1600/21"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626324854818438482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAKwIxZcSA_PAPAgjJrFcPVoT2jcld2thk9F8sFKClGkyDCw80GjTPo6m-gYXF-H-4aBMx7PYv1khaj3x45gTL-55E_t6RXvSU533H6h9-4R-R7KkP4oYn8uUGsCyWPFwW0eijyeiZteE/s400/21" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>obviously... all this "iced cream"</div><br /><div>this is throwing my "skinny summer" plans way off base...<br /></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626326466764346274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJSdXZIgC5H5G2TdbRukZQ6aPLRQr4Pc0hp5gdLqbHKZtR-Lf0K8pfHnVyoiTuQsXnMfy8_8of0-Dg4IkQhGvunwcsWIEWg1qgUUsGjoaNPVZO9lBsKZzAh6WKTEXLRW2hR962Mt0A9AA/s400/vintage_circus_fat_lady_poster_exclusive-p228464749936108979qzz0_400.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><em>siiiigh...</em></p><br /><p>Whats your favorite flavor?</p><br /><p></p><br /><p>xx</p><br /><p></p><br /><p>R</p>Rach and Tay Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15261917552719591045noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966687580224276902.post-52504656687352270842011-07-04T12:40:00.011-06:002011-07-05T12:45:09.770-06:00/musical/chairs/<span style="color:#000000;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf2jR27_XBNOv78WzV7ZKmVAu58LuPGJIR-IES5LCH9AtV6dEfhS0zTv373XgxOz9gcJP_mbVDJFFM6DtZ1MUE_LgqUpOjOxc0w3SMHb25qLnv3-WGseo3N6DB1t5cXFJzJacoYvEYQwQ/s1600/20"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625868429678833778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf2jR27_XBNOv78WzV7ZKmVAu58LuPGJIR-IES5LCH9AtV6dEfhS0zTv373XgxOz9gcJP_mbVDJFFM6DtZ1MUE_LgqUpOjOxc0w3SMHb25qLnv3-WGseo3N6DB1t5cXFJzJacoYvEYQwQ/s400/20" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><em>"Always remember to slow down in life; live, breathe and learn; take a look around you whenever you have time and never forget everything and every person that has the least place within your heart. "</em><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><p><em></em></p><br /><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">I have been known for being almost too sentimental. </span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">so sentimental, in fact... that I think it is <strong>impossible</strong> to be <strong>too </strong>sentimental... I mean, come on!<br /></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">I'm all about the "good times" - I have thousands of good memories floating around my head.</span></p><br /><br /><p><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">"all I need is the air I breath, and a place to rest my head" </span></em></p><br /><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">I love music. probably because music is the gateway to every memory I have ever had. The song I had my first kiss to, the song I got married to, the song that was playing when I got into my first car accident. the song I played on repeat at my first college party. For good or bad, every song describes a point, a person...a feeling in my life. </span></p><br /><p><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">"as if a good thing ever could make up for all the pain"</span></em></p><br /><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">I have problems saying some things that I'm thinking out loud, so I find a song that is saying, singing, or screaming out loud exactly what I'm thinking... sometimes word for word. </span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">I find comfort in knowing that someone out there <strong>can </strong>put what I'm thinking...into words.</span></p><br /><p><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">"sometimes perfect, can be a perfect hell"</span></em></p><br /><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">There are some points in my life I have tried very hard to erase. I have been a person I am not proud of, but a girl that will <strong>never</strong> be ashamed of. - I still listen to the songs that make me feel those same sad, hurt, unbearable feelings... sometimes I still torment myself. I am the master of my own destruction. one good play list and im down for the count. </span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">why do I do that?</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">sometimes im scared that those memories are all I will have in the end. they all made me who I am today. so I will keep them. those sweet melodies will keep my puzzle together. </span></p><br /><p><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">"paid vacation from sights and lights and sounds."</span></em></p><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">SO...Thank you</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>Ben Folds</em><em>Adele</em><em>alanis Morisette</em><em>alexisonfire</em><em>allred</em><em>augustana</em><em>avrillavigne</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>brandicarlilechasecoythecivilwarscolbiecalliatcuteiswhatweaimfor</em><em>dashboardconfessionaltupacelliegoulding</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>//eminem/evanandjaron/fefedobson/t</em><em>hefray/gavindegraw/sia/gymclassheroes/imogenheap/jacksmannequin/jewel/katyperry</em></span></p><br /><p><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">kesha/ladyantebellum/leonalewis/lilwayne/lykkeli/mariamena/matthewgoodband/michaeljackson</span></em></p><br /><p><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">mirandalambert/missyhiggens/mychemicalromance/nevershoutnever/parachute/paramore</span></em></p><br /><p><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">/reik/rihanna/sarabareilles/thescript/secondhandsaranade/snowpatrol/silverchair/simpleplan/taylorswift/timmgraw/</span></em></p><br /><p><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">/train/theused//</span></em></p><br /><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">For bieng some of my biggest heroes. for saying what I cant. for helping me through. </span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">xx</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">R</span></p>Rach and Tay Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15261917552719591045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966687580224276902.post-3165513635707515412011-07-04T07:33:00.011-06:002011-07-04T07:47:04.872-06:00.Summer.heat.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHyY9JCmuLGRfQTuDt7C0xJXkb6meGGVx0-s_xzw10f5yx5c8ot2_IW6M78qqdMubUL_KMjpUhjw5_tjyPX2qJoh5iI5QvxfpTDdra9JfT-W5XQvSyFLS-uiyccLbCm-91M__OVTNIGvQ/s1600/9.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625490542853389762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHyY9JCmuLGRfQTuDt7C0xJXkb6meGGVx0-s_xzw10f5yx5c8ot2_IW6M78qqdMubUL_KMjpUhjw5_tjyPX2qJoh5iI5QvxfpTDdra9JfT-W5XQvSyFLS-uiyccLbCm-91M__OVTNIGvQ/s400/9.bmp" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><em> “Summer is where the girls go barefoot and their hearts are just as free as their toes.”<br /></em></strong></span><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Sp2Z5dCQXm5wh10nu16RR11ugM4b1BmgB-xS4KQp9DR-hdhYJgQ5TbP12Gxrlg3fj-01wFSyCNEwFY8kJk2jwqNGTyI_zt507W08gRFAzZYDFwcfM5wLpDuyJLre11-xmCMdoNos-ZY/s1600/untitled1.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625490460840220162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Sp2Z5dCQXm5wh10nu16RR11ugM4b1BmgB-xS4KQp9DR-hdhYJgQ5TbP12Gxrlg3fj-01wFSyCNEwFY8kJk2jwqNGTyI_zt507W08gRFAzZYDFwcfM5wLpDuyJLre11-xmCMdoNos-ZY/s400/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /></a><br />What a great summer kick-off long weekend!</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">everyone (including Boss) is totally exhausted<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSl28sAqiUNnKj6hoDY0qsvdL0WToY3uGogFdQRWEj6Xd2xfpr1fTYNnk83PdHRQ-dFoXpqUssXMEJeZgHDdPWIXAERfZdpawfD0BC4MFw0WALj1J5EtyJU_vmVZHJyS2umSIeNjdQbUc/s1600/8.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625490388772138930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSl28sAqiUNnKj6hoDY0qsvdL0WToY3uGogFdQRWEj6Xd2xfpr1fTYNnk83PdHRQ-dFoXpqUssXMEJeZgHDdPWIXAERfZdpawfD0BC4MFw0WALj1J5EtyJU_vmVZHJyS2umSIeNjdQbUc/s400/8.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We went out with T's family to Dixon Dam where they have a gorgeous trailer (I am not much of a camper...perfect for me!)<br /><br />basically it was sun sun and more sun! the best weekend possible to sit around all day drinking cokes and catching up. - Canada day came and we went to Sylvan lake to catch some fireworks... as we were driving out we saw this in the distance...<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY88zjq0JkforfOR5uViUXfE8R2e5a0_jjY5cMjfrP7ykl1ikgHexA-DXqIuqrQU6raATADOBgCYjBLqrH4sfd0Cw31BxrGSloOqLa_4PnS32BrmGEXC7474qUqigjmRg26mDIIAdkMtE/s1600/7.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625490318799579858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY88zjq0JkforfOR5uViUXfE8R2e5a0_jjY5cMjfrP7ykl1ikgHexA-DXqIuqrQU6raATADOBgCYjBLqrH4sfd0Cw31BxrGSloOqLa_4PnS32BrmGEXC7474qUqigjmRg26mDIIAdkMtE/s400/7.bmp" border="0" /></a><br />"hmm, must be a fire..."</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>as we got closer the cloud got bigger and smokier... and we realized we were going to drive right into it!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZVHUumzcW4pUlPI0hMmGv8t_97I2Os9oVzusomoHHP1cixkw0XpZ3MPB8KuOt-PvdNv45XY8gBH5RGdpdSIIRpD5No5tok2ul447Qv398u-tMUeMeml682yrwd_TDmGwzK7FEalsc84M/s1600/6.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625490247007329762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZVHUumzcW4pUlPI0hMmGv8t_97I2Os9oVzusomoHHP1cixkw0XpZ3MPB8KuOt-PvdNv45XY8gBH5RGdpdSIIRpD5No5tok2ul447Qv398u-tMUeMeml682yrwd_TDmGwzK7FEalsc84M/s400/6.bmp" border="0" /></a> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3e7DiZ1xlGzNXcW6TWjCTx2hEcpD_s4WtTs7HoxwLHa3frFUd7NS7-gtydQpFkd4_UKoqFX1JGaSqHxg971twO4hoMu3TvxYF_pvqtKlvlU_JdVeXRF4Tl_eaPH9_7aN7bJ3mkuI48T4/s1600/5.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625490199988028914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3e7DiZ1xlGzNXcW6TWjCTx2hEcpD_s4WtTs7HoxwLHa3frFUd7NS7-gtydQpFkd4_UKoqFX1JGaSqHxg971twO4hoMu3TvxYF_pvqtKlvlU_JdVeXRF4Tl_eaPH9_7aN7bJ3mkuI48T4/s400/5.bmp" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>when we got right up to it, a warehouse was on fire, right beside the highway. HUGE plumes of smoke and random fireballs shooting up into the air! it was crazy! no amount of fireworks would compare.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXdo43FU6T3D32p5jDb47QHLOjXz3WFdMPtxFyZF4QK3XtWeNLEhztAjL99z16wCxyPn5RoV42UjmWBYQ2hV3gkr9KOB6Whve6zSofgCqmzYENb1eK-eCTx_KKk1OXO2xTVM6h4wdLeP0/s1600/3.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625490146009339058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXdo43FU6T3D32p5jDb47QHLOjXz3WFdMPtxFyZF4QK3XtWeNLEhztAjL99z16wCxyPn5RoV42UjmWBYQ2hV3gkr9KOB6Whve6zSofgCqmzYENb1eK-eCTx_KKk1OXO2xTVM6h4wdLeP0/s400/3.bmp" border="0" /></a><br />We drove by this site again on our way back to Edmonton... there is NOTHING left. </div><br /><div>it made for some good shots tho!</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhMLJmZZFZjze0tAyLZs-v0Gm2EqhQXOzgSXwRp-ELrG4BxGGhcJbGwbwNCPuLYvSZ5WkYN644_njMiFBd6HoCtBeBSTaAIznjh8hjf4BKMGF7GY-hIjzk6oEO_cOaCb-sankIeWpA5no/s1600/4.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625490084093122578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhMLJmZZFZjze0tAyLZs-v0Gm2EqhQXOzgSXwRp-ELrG4BxGGhcJbGwbwNCPuLYvSZ5WkYN644_njMiFBd6HoCtBeBSTaAIznjh8hjf4BKMGF7GY-hIjzk6oEO_cOaCb-sankIeWpA5no/s400/4.bmp" border="0" /></a><br />I love T's Family. I fit like a perfect puzzle piece. I love T because of the way his parents raised him. they did a good job, and If I love him, I love them too.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_68hOBMm1Sui3vmanBKJwukcfSNHlXjiH0tLFfF30LvoBXtm-JWWGg9Ll4mrRGhN4WzOerhGC5AHQJSaGhaw-XsN389Y3HOg_qQxjPemhlK8RuavwRMj2KloLTcSfBckt6jDugRMxVbs/s1600/2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625490003743165730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_68hOBMm1Sui3vmanBKJwukcfSNHlXjiH0tLFfF30LvoBXtm-JWWGg9Ll4mrRGhN4WzOerhGC5AHQJSaGhaw-XsN389Y3HOg_qQxjPemhlK8RuavwRMj2KloLTcSfBckt6jDugRMxVbs/s400/2.bmp" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div>Its officially July.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>woah, the year is half over already!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>oh well. its summer!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>.heat.it.up!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>xx</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>R</div></div></div></div></div><br /></div></div>Rach and Tay Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15261917552719591045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966687580224276902.post-38020001536996329142011-06-29T11:38:00.009-06:002011-06-29T12:01:40.021-06:00//Rodeo.Style//<div align="center">OH HAAAAAAAY!</div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623697482877522386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuRmpD2mIIS_DuXK_dL8e5pqwC_ceUED1cLTNLxV3Lp8myw1L-XVnI5fVGARG05WHHsdoVOYwtr4lnMGlLWcDWuvg_SffsFjpjz-Rt3SUwQv4VfqyKmd6PB7wX6IoRZdEJ8H1s7u12vng/s400/photo2.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div>SO yesterday I had a chance to go out to my BFF Kelti's family farm and meet her horses... well, some of them were horses... the rest were pony's! cutest little guys EVER!</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div>There were a few babies running around... and when you go up to them, you can literally pick them up! its so adorable! (not that they like being picked up and carried around...)</div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNEOXJkgRZY9sTNHq5eF4Ios2VhOI_q-kVLemHoStqPKyLXJtAro6RoYEYWVuOu3qEEsneOFGiU30sWuTNtzYeXSVOA15n4s9A2VDN8mSxPyMu4IpqDyHbeH4RbitHcHrBEbVriESDwoM/s1600/photo.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623697700980298002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNEOXJkgRZY9sTNHq5eF4Ios2VhOI_q-kVLemHoStqPKyLXJtAro6RoYEYWVuOu3qEEsneOFGiU30sWuTNtzYeXSVOA15n4s9A2VDN8mSxPyMu4IpqDyHbeH4RbitHcHrBEbVriESDwoM/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div>isn't she SWEET!? I just wanted to pick her up and put her in my car and buckle her up and take her home and watch her prance around my house in all her mini-glory!! - I know I know... crazy thoughts again// but wouldn't that be hilarious! - little horses. HA!</div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623699583378984082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 385px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioSJoT6ZnaJ8MwJsgQPA3l-6Nv_FokO0MGSTEZxPULxg6u8ZkWQzTIvJ_Ltj38L1JYsWXi_Va3WHVe9fsB7ere0hIDXsTl18x7aQ8EIJxnvfScyW3WcqraD9CEpjX5pD1hGlGrt2_LKOw/s400/poem-promo.jpg" border="0" />Then we got down to business. some big ol' quarter horses needed a little bit of exercise!<br />we saddled up and took them out for a run...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623697534816792850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPBDjcyEFoXfAUGJD2gywx4mBeKw8OT-7QZih2sVkLG1VaVG-eCLT-tIIxJPTkxXj3I4a6oRUu82LPa6YoaiWkaU8WPMx_TXx2fR-WYMoSo0gI-M6mTo1NV3v3twgGa5ZazYUmM8cOaeQ/s400/photo3.JPG" border="0" /> now these horses were not tame horses... but I wasn't expecting this.. we were doing a slow run, and that horse just threw her head down and went rodeo style on me!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623700309304344482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiBOC-OBEp3Ngz4dKMTIXQHqwJU3S2UCVqms7gNVhrWq_b7EHUMwpC0IFXq9WPlkVvFhddqa9DkU44CjWEm40NYIWHIDOxH0-z3MGAGohL9o1NBcSf7Gpcx74xls9tjCkU0DNG0da1Z40/s400/Bucking%252520horse2.gif" border="0" /><br />I held on with all my might, and she wasn't able to throw me (bragging? a little...)<br />Kelti looked back just as I was gathering myself and yelling...<br /><br /><strong>"I've never felt so alive!"<br /></strong><br />at the end of the day the old girl and I made up, and had a pleasant little ride before it got too late and we had to brush our horses down, set em out to pasture and call it a night.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo06tjB6-Or_6n1QO2zLAcS5e5NhiVpgcHh4ceICyofUb0Yi2-L_CzuCq7F2bVXG_ChnORDrzYZ5af-_l8y3rsbYiBjC6jSlcfw-7b4md65RpIzwDNLgvfavYqkhhp1avZpWgdjyGY-po/s1600/photo5.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623697640975600594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo06tjB6-Or_6n1QO2zLAcS5e5NhiVpgcHh4ceICyofUb0Yi2-L_CzuCq7F2bVXG_ChnORDrzYZ5af-_l8y3rsbYiBjC6jSlcfw-7b4md65RpIzwDNLgvfavYqkhhp1avZpWgdjyGY-po/s400/photo5.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />its been probably 6 years since Ive been on a horse. the girl I used to be was a horse-addict.<br />horses all over my room, painted on my walls, drawings on every notebook I had.<br />I know that girl is still in there. it felt so good to let her out... let her be that country-girl again<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSPyeqnEsUuTbLllRkRdlIoO0o5kKotpeuSwWLHHNqGPOPjX0EbSpLWFlipRPZMduc8ESrpCZNXqNg2O0NIIs8VEApolVC0ivQLOX6tetNpBECJZLoOo38uBN56uT-akklo2xlGlJXkwQ/s1600/photo4.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623697592923701602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSPyeqnEsUuTbLllRkRdlIoO0o5kKotpeuSwWLHHNqGPOPjX0EbSpLWFlipRPZMduc8ESrpCZNXqNg2O0NIIs8VEApolVC0ivQLOX6tetNpBECJZLoOo38uBN56uT-akklo2xlGlJXkwQ/s400/photo4.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div>The summer is just beginning... I cant wait to see what other parts of me feel like coming back out. This summer will be full of fun, love, laughs and futures... Rodeo style.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>xx</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>rc</div></div></div>Rach and Tay Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15261917552719591045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966687580224276902.post-4718088536610330912011-06-28T11:47:00.003-06:002011-06-28T13:50:10.021-06:00\\head-case//I want to start this post with a shoutout!<br /><br /><br /><br />My childhood to current BFF Carissa Lang is auditioning to be the Nashville North Star at the Calgary Stampede! she needs lots of votes to get to the top 10... then she can come home from NY to visit!!<br /><br /><br /><br />go to this link before reading on to the rest of this boring Blog post... leave a comment here about what you think!<br /><br />link-----> <a href="http://wildfireapp.com/website/6/contests/127359/voteable_entries/24454880">http://wildfireapp.com/website/6/contests/127359/voteable_entries/24454880</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>now... on to my boring/kind of artsy fartsy emo post...</p><br /><p></p><br /><p>....................</p>I like to consider myself an artist... I have all the correct features, I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">believe</span>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">I'm bubly,</span> sad, content, anguished... talentless but full of heart and love... even though <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">I'm</span> not sure if it exists in real-life application. it comes out in photos, poems, songs, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">monologues</span> to friends and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">colleges</span>... and here on my blog.<br /><br /><br /><strong>everyone </strong>is an artist/<strong>everyone</strong> shows themselves differently. showing yourself, not hiding yourself... makes you orginal...makes you an artist.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3NGXmfS-OUQWb-GfPPQjPgWa6a_nXYOcBVX0IOdQWS7Mi2LQpx1Gus8zw7AWuSknOdn5MqWaby6MUFutf_gvORdGTZb29yM5pYYibBpLT5Mhohks8NxN-kghSIHxqkMLQu37oz4fkVM8/s1600/photo+%25282%2529.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623328950624871634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3NGXmfS-OUQWb-GfPPQjPgWa6a_nXYOcBVX0IOdQWS7Mi2LQpx1Gus8zw7AWuSknOdn5MqWaby6MUFutf_gvORdGTZb29yM5pYYibBpLT5Mhohks8NxN-kghSIHxqkMLQu37oz4fkVM8/s400/photo+%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />okay okay, rant over. just a little thought from my little brain. im very pensive today.<br /><br /><br />I took this creeper shot on my iphone while I sat across from this man on the train... he was playing with his hands incesantly... it was making me nervous... anxious... so I snapped a picture... HA! that held them still.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1CpLEAWaHAgkg-eCC8sjqk8IN2_BVR3gRl5ULQAWFHPYWHJO6TMQTHVTvuN8zaidrJSXcT5lxKWG5pvtRckI2L_87MSdDJiwdPeBFq5cjuR9y1WuGHewTEqdiiPs_jieRm74aXuZZ4yw/s1600/hands.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623328862419960514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1CpLEAWaHAgkg-eCC8sjqk8IN2_BVR3gRl5ULQAWFHPYWHJO6TMQTHVTvuN8zaidrJSXcT5lxKWG5pvtRckI2L_87MSdDJiwdPeBFq5cjuR9y1WuGHewTEqdiiPs_jieRm74aXuZZ4yw/s400/hands.jpg" border="0" /></a>sometimes I feel like a total wierdo.<br /><br /><br /><br />I think at some point everyone feels like a headcase. you know, a total nut job.<br />Has it ever happened when something crosses your mind and you think... woah. did that thought just come out of my brain?<br /><br /><br /><br />no?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />well, like I said... Nut Job.<br /><br /><br /><p>SIGH* - Anyways. </p><br /><p>Tay and I are looking into a keyboard. like a legit...weighted keyboard so that I can get out some of this artiscial buildup in my brain...</p><br /><p><3 xx</p><br /><p></p><br /><p>Crazy rc.</p>Rach and Tay Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15261917552719591045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966687580224276902.post-47757677002730638862011-06-24T10:15:00.007-06:002011-06-27T12:22:30.671-06:00.Worst.Award.and.favorite.things<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQVigo3-Kp6X1-yRe6QoItmVcBFcT7444waPh54SvCBrg0aavFYOjjnt04I6185EabGhq9w6Z4XbO7NxW9NFs6e670nL3X5Hn9RHNkFN00p1VyQRrGgH-_pYdo35HMUrTsvP_L5CTFvUk/s1600/5411833191_9529b720e4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622964671876851810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQVigo3-Kp6X1-yRe6QoItmVcBFcT7444waPh54SvCBrg0aavFYOjjnt04I6185EabGhq9w6Z4XbO7NxW9NFs6e670nL3X5Hn9RHNkFN00p1VyQRrGgH-_pYdo35HMUrTsvP_L5CTFvUk/s400/5411833191_9529b720e4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div>and the worst blogger award goes to...<br /></div><br /><div><br /><div></div>I bet you can guess...<br /><br />"oh thank you thank you! - I would like to thank my hectic life, my husband, and my tiny data plan for helping me stay off of my blog for months... I couldnt do it without you!"<br /></div><br /><div>but seriously.</div><br /><br /><div>I suck.<br /></div><br /><div>I spent some serious time to myself. </div><br /><br /><br /><div>now, when your married, it isnt really time to "yourself" - but it was nice just the same. my wonderful husband helps me through anything. even if it is time by myself. I am slowly coming out of it... but still feeling very anti-social...<br /></div><br /><br /><div>well, since it has been a while, I figure I would do a "my favorite things" blog post! Things I am currently in love/obosessed with.<br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>TWITTER<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621866916820639282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe8dbLTtd3nv8CncHn6L3-FRHcE5OSlS4Bl6QjPmw0NQWANYKZIukU1XpFu5zX0aiM9c5UjCsYg-xmfzAScLIhPgitQi-cR02U7QMuxa2NzOyBeRMHbMG8UolJDbqlFB_DrKtpe4WfWoI/s400/tweet.bmp" border="0" /><br />seriuolsy... I am in love with Twitter. it has helped me really connect with some people at long distances... and those that know me, know that I love my facebook status updates... so this is like FB status updates on drugs! - here is my link! twitter.com/therachelhc. I just love following celebs mostely... which leads to my next current fave...</p><br /><p><strong>THE KARDASHIANS!<br /></strong><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622961531785523378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtNaNxUS2QDD3AJ8lXLy4IWP1Ov4arMjHJiFmk7LVZtx9Hc4KemK7cND8QWcPxR-hJi7HS6OnJtl7izNV2cv1wkabZIH6yIkx3L8_4MkFmeyJooJC9QfXYGQGvPwUVt5_gx7PPzlHMdiU/s400/keeping-up-with-the-kardashiansThe-Kardashians-are-Hollywoods-highest-earners.jpg" border="0" /><br /></p><br /><div>Seriuolsy Indulgent, but I have spent many sundays glued to this series... many gigs of data finding out the latest gossip... I follow all of them on twitter... I feel like I know them personally! my favorite is Chloe - this huge tall girl who is big boned and has a big attitude. look into it. you might understand why she is my fave ;)<br /><br /><strong>GHOST ARMOUR </strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I am totaslly obsessed with my iphone 4... however, from all the use... my phone was taking a beating... AKA it looked like crap, the protective cover was peeling off, the coke zero case on the back had scratches all over it... not a pretty sight. so they other day I went and had GHOST ARMOUR professionally put on it. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622963479725355602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHJO_L86aFDcTzmttXrVDKbe35Lq3N1RBvkq8M2cc-5IvYPhPGUlvaqIAUyopCStT3V3-VxYaRJ9g6v4xze4rHf_nHqCixSoIs7T7rB2ulD5_clQtpazXYU0zxnyo7i8EQLiEqC3eq9Sk/s400/iphone4-ghost-armor.jpg" border="0" />This stuff is great, it makes your phone look like there is nothing on it (everyone loves the original Iphone look...) while protecting all of it gauranteed against scratches and peeling for LIFE! - I love my baby... I mean phone. My ghost armour and I promise to take good care of it... (until the next Iphone comes out shhh...)<br /></div><br /><div>And finally, due to all this "self time" I have become obsessed with the show</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong>THE VOICE</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622965231864043106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilBzf8-CDVx3KsAqkSwbAAYyOGompH2vxUMWMrPHiu15h77_C-5HBpQ1H26bt2zYTSjRBhhOJqde-njsNn5FcvNKXTUlAjJC8i8U5265nWw53JXjHFseO7NIvULmp1Ya6HWJOlBRkxgj8/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></strong></div></div><br /><br /><p>I love everything about it... legit good singers getting a real chance... and amazing artists spending some time sharing their gifts. LOVE LOVE LOVE!</p><br /><p>Well, I guess thats it for now... like I said. solitary confinement has made me a little batty... and highly uninteresting. - I still follow everyones blogs religously... I will get better!</p><br /><p></p><br /><p>xx</p><br /><p></p><br /><p>R</p>Rach and Tay Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15261917552719591045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7966687580224276902.post-20985507055661587772011-03-01T07:33:00.001-07:002011-03-01T07:34:55.805-07:00.tbc.<a>\\\Sorry</a> team, some much needed time off of my blog is coming up the next few days///...<br /><br />.TO.BE.CONTINUED.<br /><br />.x.x.<br /><br />.R.Rach and Tay Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15261917552719591045noreply@blogger.com1