<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468585260520839195</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:02:57.754-06:00</updated><category term='Spiritual Journey'/><category term='Fall'/><category term='Life Lessons'/><category term='Family'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>The Wild Westmoreland Family!</title><subtitle type='html'>A glimpse into my head and our family life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kamella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343570198874562893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/S2eyTDZRqeI/AAAAAAAADO0/lnn9SHbDr4E/S220/kam2010.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468585260520839195.post-4637428990887157653</id><published>2010-03-23T11:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T11:41:35.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday July 28, 2004&lt;br /&gt;So, I went into labor again yesterday...This time I went to the doctor's office instead of the hospital.  I am now on the prescription Terbutaline until Monday.  I have to take a pill every four hours around the clock(yeah).  My doctor also took me out of work until then( You know that I do NOT have a problem with that)  After Monday if I go into labor again, then they will not try and stop her from coming...I'm excited but nervous that this time next week...I could be holding her!!  This medicine makes me feel like CRAP!!! It's hard to breathe and I am experiencing nausea- whoop de doo!  Well I need to go lay down just wanted to update you on our status...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted 7/28/2004 at 2:8 PM&lt;br /&gt;2 Comments&lt;br /&gt;I took T also!! Gurl i understand &amp; i hope you get to feeling better.... i forgot to take mine a lot.... . don't do that! hehe... Well God bless &amp; i'll be prayin' for ya!!&lt;br /&gt;Posted 7/28/2004 at 2:28 PM by livingforever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praying for you.&lt;br /&gt;Posted 7/28/2004 at 11:28 PM by Monyikka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday July 26, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so I went into pre-term labor this morning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...I'm only 35 weeks along so I was kinda freaked out- but not that much. I woke up at 5am having some pain(sharp)but I didn't think there was much to it. Just thought she was laying on a nerve or something.  At 7 am the pain changed from sharp to dull and all through my lower body and I decided to call the doctor.  When the on call doc called me back she says after hearing my symptoms," Kamella, we need to see you as soon as possible.  Can you come to the Labor and Delivery floor of Banner Mesa Medical Center?"  I was moved to tears I was so afraid!  So Brandon called and I told him he did not have to leave work yet but to let me go and then if something was wrong or we needed him-then he could come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after taking CJ to daycare I get to the hospital at 9:50 where they did not even bother triaging me. They took me into an L&amp;D room and hooked me right up to the monitors.  I was contracting every 15 mins with "uterine irratablilty" in between...I started to freak...because #1 she's early and #2 I was quitting my job before my due date to relax and spend time doing things at my home and with my Christian.  At 11 they gave me a shot of Terbutaline to stop my contractions at 11:30 I was having less contractions but still uterine irratibility so I get another shot of Terbutaline(which makes your heart beat fast and you shake like a dope fiend)  They went away and I was discharged @ noon.  I'm having mixed emotions about today.... I still like I am so unprepared to have her and here they are medicating me to keep her in!!!  I am in nesting instinct mode but I have to take it easy today and I am fighting myself to not get up and clean my entire house!  Sorry so long...I will go now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted 7/26/2004 at 5:54 PM&lt;br /&gt;1 Comments&lt;br /&gt;Let that girl OUT!!! She wants out!! =)&lt;br /&gt;Posted 7/27/2004 at 5:8 PM by NiciB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday July 23, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this manner therefore pray ye: Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. 10 Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven. 11 Give us this day our daily bread. 12 And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors. 13 And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen.  Matthew 6: 9-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our pastor made such a good point about this verse last night...we have allowed this prayer to become token, and have lost reverence for it. It's just something uttered before sporting events-SPORTING EVENTS!! and other godless things.  We as a body need to take this back from the world, internalize it and show them the true meaning of it. Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Posted 7/23/2004 at 11:38 AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Comments&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaamennnnn&lt;br /&gt;Posted 7/23/2004 at 2:45 PM by livingforever&lt;br /&gt;How did the "Pink-SLip-Serving" go? I know, I know they begged didn't they.. I knew it they begged...&lt;br /&gt;Posted 7/23/2004 at 3:27 PM by NiciB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday July 22, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Brandon surprised me with my very own camcorder!!  He promised me that I would have one when I was pregnant with Christian...but due to unforseen circumstances that was put on the WAY BACK burner.  So yesterday we priced out a couple, and today he came to see me at work and he had a camcorder bag on his shoulder and I said,'Is that what I think it is?' and he said "Yep" I just jumped on him and was hugging him saying thank you, thank you, thank you...it is now 12:30am and we are playing with it...we've taped the cat, the bathroom, the kids' room...you name it...it's on tape!  I can't wait to record our daughter's birth so at least one of our children's birth will be recorded...I hope Christian does not hate us for not having taped his.  We are blessed to be more prepared for this baby than we were Christian and I hope he doesn't resent us for it...maybe that's just me preparing for the worse.  Well I'm going to go eat my scallops(I LOVE SEAFOOD) that Brandon bought when he was out getting a tape for the camcorder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY IS QUITTING DAY!  TOTS UNLIMITED IS OFFICIALLY BEING SERVED THEIR PINK SLIP OUT OF MY LIFE AND I COULD NOT BE HAPPIER!! HALLELUJAH!&lt;br /&gt;Posted 7/22/2004 at 3:33 AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Comments&lt;br /&gt;LOL PROPS~!~&lt;br /&gt;Posted 7/22/2004 at 1:40 PM by livingforever&lt;br /&gt;woooo stinkin hooo!&lt;br /&gt;Posted 7/22/2004 at 2:8 PM by Monyikka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday July 21, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a two year old....remember!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I buckled down and got one of those maternity-hold-up-the-belly-belts last night...I hope this thing works. It feels pretty good so far.  My hubby doesn't feel very well-which worries me because when he doesn't feel well he's normally about 10 minutes from being dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opportunity has presented itself to where I might be able to get a car!!! Me!?!  I haven't had my own car in years!  It is in really good shape and my cousin said that she would allow me to make payments for it...We have been praying for a vehicle for me so we will see what the Lord works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a wave of some wicked nausea at the idea of going to get ready for work...isn't that sad?  I'm tempted to skip the whole 2 week notice thing and never go back starting today...but that would show a lack of patience...&lt;br /&gt;Posted 7/21/2004 at 12:38 PM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with my brother? Man, everytime he gets sick it's a trip to the hospital for some crazy illness that noone ever gets!!! Send him my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your prayers, I'm battling some nasty depression... I could just scream!!&lt;br /&gt;Posted 7/21/2004 at 6:0 PM by NiciB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday July 20, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 40 days left!!!  WE are so excited!  yesterday was pretty cool. My husband cleaned downstairs while i did christian's room(oh yeah christian's and the baby's room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through the book i am reading...one thing i am trying to get way way down deep is...it's not about me!  at all, has nothing to do with me, there is nothing i have in my own poower or will to do that will be productive in my life....I'm sure the bible says...looking to god te author and finisher of our faith...not Kamella westmoreland!! now i just have to walk in it...which is easier said than done but i know how much more glorious my existance would be if i can internalize this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am putting in my two week notice at my job on thursday which makes my last day of work..august 5, 2004.  happy birthday nicole!! words cannot express how elated i am to come back home and be wife and mother to my family.  kinda nervous about not having the extra income...but as previously posted..the lord blessed us with this baby and he will take care of her just as he has been taking care of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some c0-workers are throwing me a baby shower on july 31st and man am i grateful. my mom would do it but she's a little busy dealing with this drug addicition thing--did i mention she's been dealing with it for over 25 years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! anywho,  i'll be so happy to be around my friends and family and just dedicate a day to welcoming this baby to our lives.  baby showers are such a blessing i don't know how we could afford to get everything we need for her and not go bankrupt  in the process.--was that a tacky thing to say? oh well i gotta get ready for work(won't be saying that much longer....Halleujah!&lt;br /&gt;Posted 7/20/2004 at 11:56 AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY CRAP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U did it you have a XANGA SITE HALLELUJAH!!!! Can i just say wow about the book, Purpose Driven Life.... I love you and wow Happy Birthday to me and you get the tightest gift of all!!! Love u and YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;Posted 7/20/2004 at 4:21 PM by NiciB&lt;br /&gt;Monday July 19, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah so it's 6:30 am and I am so tired I cannot see straight...but can I sleep? NO!  Why?  I am 34 weeks pregnant and my daughter is awake...so, I'm awake!!  6 weeks left...thank you Lord! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man on man did the Lord deliver a word yesterday at church- Got leaven?  The Lord told me I did like three weeks but was not specific as to what it was....some of it came out and yesterday's message.  I love when the Lord speaks to me---ABSOLUTLEY love it. I cannot wait until next Sunday to get more of that message.  Pastor said we are just beginning to touch the surface.  Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon and I are doing...Splendiforus--word?!?  Anywho...we took the opportunity to talk with one another Saturday night(til 3 am!!) and reconnected in a way that was very powerful.  I didn't even know how disconnected I felt from him until after the fact. If that makes any sense! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Cliff's house yesterday where Brandon and I took Christian swimming.  Now, my son is two-do you think he is afraid of the water?  Quite the contrary let me assure you.  He took running jumps into the pool into our arms and 95% of the time held his breath until he was lifted from the pool.  He "swam" under water after I gave him a little push about 1 foot in front of the stairs and he went to them and got out of the pool..He can also lift himself out!  We need to get his little "NO FEAR" self some swimming lessons as I do not want him to depend on floaties.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my night wasn't so great....CJ did manage to swallow some air and water at the pool and it made his stomach hurt and he whined for me for hours after we got out.   When he was with daddy he anted me and vice versa..so I gave him some soda to help him burp and that helped alot...not to mention the gas he had behind it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's enough from me....I'm getting ready to talk to my husband b4 I go to work..which I am quitting in the NEAR future..but that's another post...sorry this one is so long&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted 7/19/2004 at 9:55 AM&lt;br /&gt;1 Comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how as I read your post, I can hear your voice as you enunciate certain words!!  I love it, I love it!  It's so fun, it's like you're talking to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I mentioned already that I'm excited that you have xanga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much else to say except I love you girl.  :)&lt;br /&gt;Posted 7/19/2004 at 8:46 PM by Mirandypants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday July 17, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY NEED TO GET THIS OUT...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't get everything done that I wanted to but that's okay.  I left my mother's house a couple of hours ago...I really hate going over there.  After 21 years I am so sick of seeing her high all the time.  It used to make me angry and then embarrassed-but now it just makes me really sad that I see someone trying to kill themselves on a daily basis.  What's even worse is she has my 7 year old sister to take care of and I don't have to wonder about the care she is in- I know FIRST hand how terrible it is!  I can't rescue her and it hurts like nothing ever has.  I feel like I have failed her.  I definitely have my hands full here at home but I would be willing to take her on just to get her away from a 50 year old crack addicted mother and give her some type of meaningful childhood.(Try explaining that one to Brandon!)  I know that I am to leave and cleave but I cannot separate my feelings of mothering and protecting my sister....I love her so much, and I want to provide her with so much and I SO want her to be in a godly home and around godly people and my hands are hog tied around my back.  I'll just have to hit my kness on this one.  Not to mention Christian loves his "Nana" and his "Titi Nunie" so much and asks for them all the time.  It's kinda hard to tell a two year old,"Honey, I know you want to go see your Nana, but Mommy doesn't want you to get a hold of her crack pipe."!!!  Even more, what if she passes out and you wander about and get into something your not supposed to!  I am angry that she has put me in that position that I even have to have this issue with my son.  If you remember, please pray for this WHOLE situation....mostly for salvation- the rest will follow....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted 7/17/2004 at 8:12 PM&lt;br /&gt;3 Comments&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't know me, but I was roaming around and saw your entry. I'll be praying for your mom and your fam. sarah&lt;br /&gt;Posted 7/17/2004 at 8:26 PM by momanchick&lt;br /&gt;Praying for you &amp; family. Jesus is there... trust that He will move in your family. I do!!!!!! Hang in there gurl.&lt;br /&gt;Posted 7/17/2004 at 9:10 PM by livingforever&lt;br /&gt;Hi.  Love you.  Praying.  What can I really stinkin' say?  No words-- just prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Posted 7/17/2004 at 9:56 PM by Monyikka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday July 17, 2004&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it's Saturday and still no luck on the picture uploading thing...I will figure it out later.  I have a pretty busy day today. I have to return some things to my mother's house,consign some of Christian's clothes and run by Target.  Both of my boys (Christian and Brandon) are feeling a bit under the weather, I hope it doesn't last too long.  I have 43 days for my pregnancy to be over and man are we excited!  Christian is getting super clingy lately and that is okay.  I have no idea how he is going to act with a newborn babe in the house.  Every time I worry that I will just not be able to function with two young children I cannot help but think- the Lord is the one who blessed us with children in the first place and that our children will never be a curse to us only a blessing.  He created life and he saw fit to place yet another child in my womb and that is very comforting.  Thank you Jesus for blessing us with this baby please continue to grow me as a woman of God so that I may be an example to those around me as well as my daughter.  Even now I know this is not going to be easy but it is what you have chosen me to endure and I know that you will bless me in it.&lt;br /&gt;Posted 7/17/2004 at 11:55 AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Kamella!  Glad to see you on xanga.  :)  I can't believe it's only 43 days until sweet 'lil baby girl comes out!  Wow, time has sure flown by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you're right!  2 kids is a handful, but you're also right when you say that God knew and ordained this day for you!  I'm so glad you can take comfort in that!  You're a great mom and that baby girl is blessed to be yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya girl and see you all tamale.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda&lt;br /&gt;Posted 7/17/2004 at 12:59 PM by Mirandypants&lt;br /&gt;Friday July 16, 2004&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's see....I just started this today and I am frustrated because I cannot get the pic I want to upload onto my page....other than that, all is well.  Getting ready for work...YEAH!!!  :-(&lt;br /&gt;Posted 7/16/2004 at 1:0 PM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468585260520839195-4637428990887157653?l=wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/feeds/4637428990887157653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2010/03/july-2004.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/4637428990887157653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/4637428990887157653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2010/03/july-2004.html' title='July 2004'/><author><name>Kamella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343570198874562893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/S2eyTDZRqeI/AAAAAAAADO0/lnn9SHbDr4E/S220/kam2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468585260520839195.post-1666927843803117944</id><published>2010-02-28T10:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T09:02:55.327-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4handsclapping.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/fork-in-the-road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://4handsclapping.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/fork-in-the-road.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.When you figure out which it is, you know exactly what to do...When someone is in your life for a REASON,it is usually to meet a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly.They have come to assist you through a difficulty,or to provide you with guidance and support,to aid you physically, emotionally, or even spiritually.They may seem like a godsend to you, and they are.They are there for the reason you need them to be....Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an inconvenient time,this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end....Sometimes they die. Sometimes they just walk away.Sometimes they act up or out and force you to take a stand.What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled; their work is done.The prayer you sent up has been answered and it is now time to move on....When people come into your life for a SEASON,it is because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn.They may bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh.They may teach you something you have never done.They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season.And like Spring turns to Summer and Summer to Fall, the season eventually ends....LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons;those things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation.Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person/people (anyway);and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas in your life.It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant. Thank you for being a part of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Could not determine the original author.  I didn't write it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went through the reason stage of a relationship. God answered an unspoken desire of my heart in this time. Never saw it coming, then it was upon me, and now its over. It ended abruptly, but it was bound to end anyway. There really is no predetermined way to decide how these 'reason' things end. I'm grateful (warmly or deeply appreciative of kindness or benefits received; thankful) for what this relationship afforded me, taught me, showed me, the personal way I was able to grow. But as the poem reads, it is now time to move on.  I have so much peace about this. I am satisfied with the outcome. To God, I say thank you for answering the unspoken prayer of my heart, showing me that you truly care for every aspect of my being. And to my friend,  blessings on your journey as you go through your own reason, season, and lifetime relationships. Thank you for being a part of my life, you have served your purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468585260520839195-1666927843803117944?l=wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/feeds/1666927843803117944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2010/02/people-always-come-into-your-life-for.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/1666927843803117944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/1666927843803117944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2010/02/people-always-come-into-your-life-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Kamella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343570198874562893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/S2eyTDZRqeI/AAAAAAAADO0/lnn9SHbDr4E/S220/kam2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468585260520839195.post-4533858193495238720</id><published>2010-02-12T21:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T09:03:23.815-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Journey'/><title type='text'>I feel a BLAH post coming on......</title><content type='html'>Psalm 37:25 (Amplified Bible)&lt;br /&gt;I have been young and now am old, yet have I not seen the [uncompromisingly] righteous forsaken or their seed begging bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you know that we serve a God of provision? I'm not just talking about financial or material things here. God provides. He has given us more than we could have ever imagined in Jesus. More than we ever could think we ever needed. Plus. In addition. And then some. What sticks out to me about the above verse is UNCOMPROMISINGLY...oh look there is a condition....we must be in line with the first part to receive the promise of the second.  How many times have we in our own power gone to lengths or taken paths that have not been God's will for our lives, possibly compromising ourselves or our integrity... AND then turn to Him and say... "OK God I feel forsaken...things are rough for me right now.  You didn't hold up your end of the bargain!"  TELL ME I'M NOT JUST TALKING TO MYSELF HERE!  I've doubted His love and His care for me when times have gotten hard.  I've tried to plan all KINDS of solutions to get myself out of all kinds of situations.  But all in all, what I've not done is TRUST Him to be who He says He is.  He knows the number of hairs coming out of my scalp.  He fashioned the mind that I dare use to doubt Him.  He is not out to get me!  He cares for issues that I don't even know I have.  He cares for what I have now and what I have coming down the road.  There is a choice that must be made when living a life dedicated to Christ, we must choose to believe and act and line ourselves up with the difficulties, the challenges, the "but it hurts for me to do that Daddy's" to get to the point where those "blessings" abundantly flow.  Now of course I'm not saying we EARN anything God gives, He has given us ALL things freely in Christ...but we also cannot lose sight in that we must be obedient to that which He calls us to be obedient to or else we disqualify ourselves for the promises...disobedience puts us on the path to more refining moments, more purging, more things that may be unsavory to get us to turn around and run to our Father.  So here's the deal....I know enough to know that despite what I see around me or what I feel is the case...God is who He is.  He is and has always and will always be faithful to me.  He will never leave me and He will always take me back no matter how or why I stray.  I'm not perfect and we both know it.  I choose to believe that He will never leave me and that whatever He gives me IS for my good and for his GLORY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468585260520839195-4533858193495238720?l=wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/feeds/4533858193495238720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-feel-blah-post-coming-on.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/4533858193495238720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/4533858193495238720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-feel-blah-post-coming-on.html' title='I feel a BLAH post coming on......'/><author><name>Kamella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343570198874562893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/S2eyTDZRqeI/AAAAAAAADO0/lnn9SHbDr4E/S220/kam2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468585260520839195.post-5119991026268665919</id><published>2010-02-03T22:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T23:05:58.296-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>It started out as an idea....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mz002.k12.sd.us/images/pe00210_.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 458px; height: 364px;" src="http://mz002.k12.sd.us/images/pe00210_.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I had when I was 20 years old. "I'd like to be a cosmetologist one day" I've always liked doing hair and playing in makeup...why not? For the next few years, I read cosmetology text books, I was permitted to assist my friends in doing wedding parties, spent some time at salons asking questions and watching transformations. I was afraid to actually venture out into doing it for a while though. Being a Christian stay at home mommy meant that I could not (nor should I WANT to) pursue a career outside of the home. I actually felt horrible for having the desire. I felt sooooo guilty. I put a GREAT DEAL of thought and prayer and counsel into the choice to start school. I started August 6, 2007. The road has been paved with ups and downs, happiness and sadness, job gains and losses, withdrawing, moving across the country, and tomorrow I will be done with school. TOMORROW. HOURS FROM THIS MOMENT!!!! I really cannot even believe it.  I think it will hit me when I clock out tomorrow or when I get up on Friday morning and realize that I don't HAVE to go to school.  I did it.  I am so proud of myself.  I've been saying that I feel like I belong to a different group of people, the people that dream and set and accomplish goals.  It sounds soo corny but I feel like I am free to dream.....like I can put my heart, mind, and effort into something and accomplish it!  I know it sounds corny, I'm just being open.  My life is getting ready to change...and with that change comes a whole other set of obstacles, but I believe I will make it through.  I'm so greatful that I have had friends support me this whole journey, it feels so very wonderful to have people in my life that love me and support me in my life!  They say it takes a village to raise a child, and I'm finding the same to be true for a mommy going back to school...it takes the support of some awesome people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to go to bed.  I just had to get all of this out of my head before doing so.  Next time I blog, I'll be a cosmetology school GRADUATE!  YOWZA!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468585260520839195-5119991026268665919?l=wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/feeds/5119991026268665919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-started-out-as-idea.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/5119991026268665919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/5119991026268665919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-started-out-as-idea.html' title='It started out as an idea....'/><author><name>Kamella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343570198874562893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/S2eyTDZRqeI/AAAAAAAADO0/lnn9SHbDr4E/S220/kam2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468585260520839195.post-1067634968437094139</id><published>2010-01-26T20:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T20:28:38.133-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>7 days, 5 exams, and 3 practicals</title><content type='html'>Away from graduating cosmetology school! The HEAT is on and I am feeling it. I am mentally and physically drained! This last month has taken a toll on me but I have my eye on the finish/beginning line. I see the tape and hear the gun all in one vision!  So much of our lives is invested in this goal being accomplished and I cannot truly convey the excitement I have in putting this one in the record books. There is still the issue of me finding a job and securing childcare for Zekie, but I am learning that doubting God and his ability and willingness to care for me, is plain just getting old and is so not worth the effort. So in the words of Mary Mary(Can't believe I just said that)"I just can't give up now, I've come to far from where I started from, nobody told me the road would be easy and I don't believe he's  brought me this far to leave me.". Going to unwind now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, mean it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468585260520839195-1067634968437094139?l=wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/feeds/1067634968437094139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2010/01/7-days-5-exams-and-3-practicals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/1067634968437094139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/1067634968437094139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2010/01/7-days-5-exams-and-3-practicals.html' title='7 days, 5 exams, and 3 practicals'/><author><name>Kamella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343570198874562893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/S2eyTDZRqeI/AAAAAAAADO0/lnn9SHbDr4E/S220/kam2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468585260520839195.post-6004819894586903196</id><published>2010-01-16T23:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T00:16:24.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii blogging</title><content type='html'>Wowee Kazowe! this is so wicked awesome.  Is it bad that I am too lazy to go to the office? I just had a super great Applebees 2 for 20 date night  with my friend Laura. Talk about much needed talk time! I am really enjoying building a relationship with her! Had a really good day overall...not any complaints.  Looking forward to being off school these next two days.  Happy days!! Enough wii blogging for now.  How boring is this post? Sorry! &lt;br /&gt;Love you, mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468585260520839195-6004819894586903196?l=wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/feeds/6004819894586903196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2010/01/wii-blogging.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/6004819894586903196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/6004819894586903196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2010/01/wii-blogging.html' title='Wii blogging'/><author><name>Kamella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343570198874562893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/S2eyTDZRqeI/AAAAAAAADO0/lnn9SHbDr4E/S220/kam2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468585260520839195.post-6459660123290792995</id><published>2010-01-12T22:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:34:46.867-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Okay then....</title><content type='html'>The house is quiet and I am taking a few moments to myself.  YES!  I'm sixteen(school) days away from graduating and excited doesn't even encompass truly how I feel!  I am now among those who set AND accomplish goals!  This journey began in Aug 2007 and was supposed to end the end of 2008.  Well here we are Jan 2010!  What a LONG road!  This is the end.  This is the beginning.  This I didn't go through this process alone..I've had the support and patience of my husband and our children, friends and family who have babysat and offered encouragement and it wasn't all for nothing. THIS is HAPPENING!!! I'm a little apprehensive about entering the beauty industry or better yet just starting out at this point in my life...I go to school with teenagers and YOUNG 20 somethings...at times I feel like I waited too long to start and that there is no place for me in the field, but I'm not allowing myself to believe a word of it!  I am VERY ready for this!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'll write more later...it's time to get in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468585260520839195-6459660123290792995?l=wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/feeds/6459660123290792995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-okay-then.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/6459660123290792995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/6459660123290792995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-okay-then.html' title='Well Okay then....'/><author><name>Kamella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343570198874562893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/S2eyTDZRqeI/AAAAAAAADO0/lnn9SHbDr4E/S220/kam2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468585260520839195.post-5007329507005758275</id><published>2009-12-16T19:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T20:07:13.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Open...Raw....Vulnerable....Me.</title><content type='html'>Man.....wow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning that time does not erase old painful wounds.  The hard way.  The reason it's so painful and still feels fresh is because I have never faced it and tried to work my way through it.  It simply just hurts.  It always seems that what I want or feel I need/needed doesn't really seem to work out, I know that God knows what is best for me and I logically trust Him, it's just very difficult getting my logic to line up with my emotions.  Oh, I can hear it now, " Don't be led of your emotions" Yeah...if you KNOW me, you would know that is not who I am.  I don't want to go through the pain of dealing with all of this, I just want it to go away and years later it has not.  I wish I could just walk away from it, and yet the past has shown me truly how difficult this is.  I'm wondering what God is showing me and teaching me through this. Rejection from people I love is just not supposed to happen and it really sucks.  My heart aches in ways I thought were far behind me  I just want the pain to go away.  Why am I unloved for, uncared for? Discarded like yesterday's trash...you are supposed to love me and want me?  What did I do?  After this long why do I care?  I'm tired of it affecting me..defining me....haunting me....being a part of me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468585260520839195-5007329507005758275?l=wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/feeds/5007329507005758275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2009/12/man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/5007329507005758275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/5007329507005758275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2009/12/man.html' title='Open...Raw....Vulnerable....Me.'/><author><name>Kamella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343570198874562893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/S2eyTDZRqeI/AAAAAAAADO0/lnn9SHbDr4E/S220/kam2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468585260520839195.post-8336278517509899798</id><published>2009-10-09T09:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T13:59:26.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 8, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Really does classify as the worst day of my entire life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started out as any normal, regular, fall, rainy, non-eventful day. I put the boys on the bus for the second time since we've moved...they are morning bus riders...but more about that later.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The horribleness started out when my FIL goes to pick my babies up from school to bring them here to me @ work.  At 3:25pm they have been out of school for 15 mins and my FIL calls me and tells me that he has just been told thay my children are on a PM bus...home.  WHAT?!?!?!  THERE IS NO ONE AT HOME!!!  WHY WOULD THEY BE ON A BUS!?!?!?!?!?  They have never been on a PM bus..why today. He tells me that he is going to go to my house and try and catch the bus.  I call the lady in the front office and she says "You told me they were bus riders, yes see I wrote it down here...bus riders ." Now I'm hollering "NO I DID NOT. I SPECIFICALLY TOLD YOU A.M. ONLY!!!!! NO ONE IS AT MY HOUSE.  I WOULD NOT TELL YOU TO PUT MY 7 AND 5 YEAR OLD CHILDREN ON A BUS TO A HOUSE NO ONE IS AT!!!!!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(sidenote: she was enrolling 2 other families when she was enrolling us so now obviously that SMALL detail was overlooked. The reason they were even ON the bus is because due to this mistake the children were handed slips from the office in their classrooms tellling them to get on the bus...thinking I had institued the change, they obliged...Nemo reluctantly..Christian was just doing what he was told.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She continues to insist that I am wrong about what was said and she is right repeating my address to me, and just going through a bunch of rambling nonsense.  I tell her all of that is of no consequence now and she needs to find my children.  NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she says she is going to call the bus company and see if they are still on the bus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this point I'm just pissed...a little freaked out but mostly upset because they are on the bus, she's going to call them and tell them to drop them off to my FIL at school when the route is done...inconveinent yes...but at least they would be with dad in at most a 1/2 hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's now 3:40pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She calls me back and tells me that the bus is scheduled to be on my street @ 3:25 and that they let my children off the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's when sheer hysteria set in. THEY LET MY BABIES OFF THE BUS ON OUR BRAND NEW STREET AND NOW THEY ARE JUST OUT IN THE RAIN, COLD AND ALONE AND NO ONE IS THERE WITH THEM!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every gut wrenching, horrible, terrible thought went through my head.  I thought I was going to stop breathing.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad calls me and tells me that they are not anywhere to be seen on my street.  He goes to my house looks in the backyard, in the windows...drives up and down the street..No Nehemiah...No Christian. My children are MISSING..they are not at school...they are not on the bus and they are not anywhere near my house!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are no words to describe what I was going through. I dialed Nicole and begged her to help me&lt;/div&gt;..I was in complete and total PANIC!!!  I was sobbing uncontrolably...Ezekiel grabbed my hands and prayed for his brothers to come home..I'm pretty sure Nicole was praying...those 15 mins are still a blur... I have never been so afraid in my entire life...I would LIVE WITH A CLOWN...everyday...after yesterday! I thought I was going to be on the 5 o'clock news pleading for my children to be returned to me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad decides to circle our block again and sees two adorable little Westmoreland boys getting off of a bus and walking down the street....turns out they were still ON THE BUS even though I had been told they were let off.  Brandon called me to tell me that dad had the children and that he would be by the store shortly with them.  There ends the worst day of my life.  So greatful the day ended the way it did...I surely do not know what I would have done if we couldn't find them.  Thank you JESUS for my boys being safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468585260520839195-8336278517509899798?l=wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/feeds/8336278517509899798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-8-2009.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/8336278517509899798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/8336278517509899798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-8-2009.html' title='October 8, 2009'/><author><name>Kamella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343570198874562893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/S2eyTDZRqeI/AAAAAAAADO0/lnn9SHbDr4E/S220/kam2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468585260520839195.post-497666665830034609</id><published>2009-09-25T10:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:57:44.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You experience panic, confusion, and helplessness when under pressure or stress."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a quote from a very accurate personality test I took this week and I am here to tell you I am feeling all of that!  All of it.  In addition, Zekie saw fit to give my beloved PINK  Blackberry a  juice bath yesterday.  I can't tell you how sad I am over it...I know it's a phone and worse things, have, can and probably will happen..... but last night I was reduced to tears over it..... it's also the end of the month and I'm already 85% irritated and irrational right now okay?!?!  So Brandon is giving me his NEW BB Curve and he is going back to his NV.  I'm very grateful, he was very helpful switching phones over and  SO WILLING to just hand over his brand spanking new phone since I need the BB for work and email and all that jazz, and kind to me last night even though I was mad as a hippo with a hernia.  Poor guy.  I'll have to tell him how much I appreciate him later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took one aspect of my practical midterm last night on a relaxer and I did well on it...happy dance.  Tomorrow we have a model coming in for facials and I plan to midterm in that area as well..hope it goes great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a ton on my mind right now, so I will be ye farewell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smallville tonight...OH YEAH BABY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468585260520839195-497666665830034609?l=wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/feeds/497666665830034609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-experience-panic-confusion-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/497666665830034609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/497666665830034609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-experience-panic-confusion-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kamella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343570198874562893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/S2eyTDZRqeI/AAAAAAAADO0/lnn9SHbDr4E/S220/kam2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468585260520839195.post-6187066986413744040</id><published>2009-09-22T13:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:28:55.697-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><title type='text'>Well Hello</title><content type='html'>It's a beautiful day in the neighboorhood. Yes indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever needed something very bad even if you weren't quite sure how bad and finally get it? That happened to me yesterday and I can say I am very very happy it did. God is good. Everything that works out in His timing is best. Thank you Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon started BlueCross BlueShield yesterday. He called me to tell me that they have Wii's in the breakroom...guess they want happy relaxed employees. I'm sure that's exactly what they'll get in Brandon Westmoreland + Wii.   I'm just VERY glad that he is out of that shark tank at Allstate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are preparing to move the other side of town (read 4 mins away and "over the river") next Friday and not a single thing is in a single box. Yes, I said next Friday. Don't judge me. I already am almost in a panic over it. How to pack when I am gone from 9am-9 pm 4 days a week, host a community group, school 8-5 on Saturday and church 9-12 on Sundays? Yeah, let's just say I haven't mastered the art of figuring THAT out! LOL. We only just decided to move so it's not like I've known forever and just have waited until the last minute. Right? Don't judge me. :P I am very excited however to move...I already LOVE the house and the kitchen?? mmm mmm mmm mmm good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is going GREAT! I have 505 hours left as of yesterday. As I am independently studying some subjects as well as participating in my current load, it gets a bit tough @ times...but I have my eye on the prize! February...come QUICKLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day of Autumn! That means a cool breeze, yellow and red leaves, and Pumpkin Festivals, Farmer's Markets and great outdoor family time. Hoping to get PLENTY of that before the snow hits....because it snows here....where I have now lived for over a year...in Illinois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the children are doing well...back in the routine of school and homework. Pumpkin Pie and Nemo are feeling a bit under the weather but I'm not able to attribute it to anything yet. I thought allergies, but then Pumpkin Pie felt a bit warm this morning, but he hasn't at all today. Needless to say, keeping an eye on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's time for me to get to acting like a student again and get some studying done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468585260520839195-6187066986413744040?l=wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/feeds/6187066986413744040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-hello.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/6187066986413744040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/6187066986413744040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-hello.html' title='Well Hello'/><author><name>Kamella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343570198874562893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/S2eyTDZRqeI/AAAAAAAADO0/lnn9SHbDr4E/S220/kam2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468585260520839195.post-3004379231110733104</id><published>2009-09-01T14:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T14:05:53.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have absolutely ZERO motivation to do or go anywhere today...but alas I have things on my plate and so I shall.  That's really all right now.  I'm still not feeling to hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468585260520839195-3004379231110733104?l=wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/feeds/3004379231110733104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-absolutely-zero-motivation-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/3004379231110733104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/3004379231110733104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-absolutely-zero-motivation-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Kamella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343570198874562893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/S2eyTDZRqeI/AAAAAAAADO0/lnn9SHbDr4E/S220/kam2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468585260520839195.post-5658348138571005085</id><published>2009-08-30T19:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:35:25.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Geez</title><content type='html'>Today was a busy but great day!  Matt preached a great sermon followed by a pizza party, and our Fantasy Football draft.  Brandon and Lex are in Wilmington @ youth group and me and boys are watching the  Bears game on now.  Westmoreland family isn't feeling too hot today. Boo!  We came home and I tried to take a nap but that didn't work out the way I was hoping...very sporadic, not restful outcome.  Not good.  So after my "nap" I'm still tired.  We are getting ready to start our Bible Study semester in this next week, that's so nice.  I'm looking forward to getting to know the people that signed up for our group!  I am feeling like a complete and utter failure today.  I just get so overwhelmed SO easily and it is really beyond aggravating.  I seem more sensible than I've been acting lately..I really don't know what's going on.  Did I mention that I'm on vacation for the next 10 days?!? Well I am and you can bet your bottom dollar I am elated!  I've already filled up Monday, Tues, and Friday with vision and dentist appointments for just about every member of our family...Zekie is the only exception. But I'm happy to only have that and school on my plate this week. VERY happy.   This has got to be the most boring blog I have ever typed in my life, so I'll go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468585260520839195-5658348138571005085?l=wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/feeds/5658348138571005085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-geez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/5658348138571005085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/5658348138571005085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-geez.html' title='Oh Geez'/><author><name>Kamella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343570198874562893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/S2eyTDZRqeI/AAAAAAAADO0/lnn9SHbDr4E/S220/kam2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468585260520839195.post-3796096660693133919</id><published>2009-08-26T15:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:23:14.408-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>This is GREAT!</title><content type='html'>Just figured out out how to blog on my phone. This should work out quite nicely. Everytime I think I think I want to get a laptop, the good old blackberry comes through!  Its a wonderfully gloomy day here in the Midwest. Homework is going well for me and I am up to 920 hrs! The big boys are adjusting to their school schedule quite well. Ezekiel and I have been having a good time together. He Loves starfall and is having a good time with noggin as well.  Days @ work are getting less desireable for me and today was a really difficult day. I've been thinking a lot about the influence I have over my household and I've been feeling just horrible about it. I am just so not the mother or wife that I envisioned for myself. Not entirely without lack of trying....I could put in a better effort in more areas but I just feel SO defeated and its hard to get motivated when you feel like you've lost before you've gotten into gear. Really need to work on responding because I react FAR more than I should.  I need a great deal of help in that area. We are supposed to get some family time in this weekend that I am really looking forward to.  Gotta run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, mean it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468585260520839195-3796096660693133919?l=wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/feeds/3796096660693133919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-great.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/3796096660693133919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/3796096660693133919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-great.html' title='This is GREAT!'/><author><name>Kamella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343570198874562893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/S2eyTDZRqeI/AAAAAAAADO0/lnn9SHbDr4E/S220/kam2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468585260520839195.post-4114556991977909869</id><published>2009-08-18T09:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T10:19:20.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>I've been saying this a lot but I really miss blogging.  I used to do it daily...but then again, my life was a lot less complicated then.  Anywho.. HI! I don't even really know where to start. So I'll start with the present.  Christian AND Nehemiah are going to school on Thursday!  My 2nd born is going to Kindergarten!!!!!  WOW!  Time is flying!  He is so excited, and Christian told him today that when he sees him, he will play with him on the playground!  That's a sweet 7 year old I have!  Life is going to be so different with just Pumkin Pie @ home!  He's going to miss his big brothers SO much.  I hope he adjusts well, and quickly!  School is going well for me.  I really like being there.  We are in Anatomy and Physiology right now...which means a lot of workbook work ( 51 pages) so that will be occupying a good amount of time for the next few weeks.   One of my favorite things to do is look at my time sheet and watch the hours I have left dwindle away.  Our anniversary is this Friday.  8 years.  Wow.  Long time.  We are getting old. ..well Brandon's getting old...I'm getting better.  :) I don't know what we are doing or if we are doing anything...going to get lost in downtown Chi-Town doesn't seeem like that bad of an idea...who knows...we'll see what happens.  I don't think I'm going to be making my way to school today.  We've still got to get some last minute things for them uniforms( blue polos, blue bottoms) black dress shoes ( black sneakers for PE)  I'd like to look into the "magnet" schools that are in the area...I'm not sure how I feel about this school yet...TBD.  Well they are arguing...I should go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was nice...hopefully there is more in the near future.  And perhaps more interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, mean it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468585260520839195-4114556991977909869?l=wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/feeds/4114556991977909869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/4114556991977909869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/4114556991977909869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Kamella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343570198874562893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/S2eyTDZRqeI/AAAAAAAADO0/lnn9SHbDr4E/S220/kam2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468585260520839195.post-6748990357740056710</id><published>2008-03-30T11:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:32:17.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RE-twist</title><content type='html'>We've done a re-twist recently and this is what it looks like. ((Isn't he SO cute?!)) We wash CJ's hair, and use Locking gel on each twist and secure it with duck bill clips and then dry. As for right now, I use my hand held dryer, but I am seriously considering purchasing a hood dryer and just him under there for 20 mins. This process takes me about 45-60 mins. CJ has already lost his patience it seems to sit and get this done but we are working through it. I'm already out of our 1st tub of LG and really don't know what I was thinking only getting one jar from a supplier that's in PHX on 16th St.!?!? So far so good. I have to do his hair like this on a fairly regular basis and I enjoy spending this one on one time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that he does too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R--71V5oJnI/AAAAAAAABug/ZsvWGMNa7L8/s1600-h/DSCI0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R--71V5oJnI/AAAAAAAABug/ZsvWGMNa7L8/s400/DSCI0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R--9x15oJ2I/AAAAAAAABwc/BULuKUkzBsU/s1600-h/DSCI0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183570360106755938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R--9x15oJ2I/AAAAAAAABwc/BULuKUkzBsU/s400/DSCI0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R--9xF5oJ1I/AAAAAAAABwU/g95CoHuUfOg/s1600-h/DSCI0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183570347221854034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R--9xF5oJ1I/AAAAAAAABwU/g95CoHuUfOg/s400/DSCI0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R--9yF5oJ3I/AAAAAAAABwk/C7FVsxJoipo/s1600-h/DSCI0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183570364401723250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R--9yF5oJ3I/AAAAAAAABwk/C7FVsxJoipo/s400/DSCI0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468585260520839195-6748990357740056710?l=wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/feeds/6748990357740056710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2008/03/re-twist_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/6748990357740056710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/6748990357740056710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2008/03/re-twist_30.html' title='RE-twist'/><author><name>Kamella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343570198874562893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/S2eyTDZRqeI/AAAAAAAADO0/lnn9SHbDr4E/S220/kam2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R--71V5oJnI/AAAAAAAABug/ZsvWGMNa7L8/s72-c/DSCI0085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468585260520839195.post-5121388682915235698</id><published>2008-03-30T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:31:41.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RE-twist</title><content type='html'>We've done a re-twist recently and this is what it looks like. ((Isn't he SO cute?!)) We wash CJ's hair, and use Locking gel on each twist and secure it with duck bill clips and then dry. As for right now, I use my hand held dryer, but I am seriously considering purchasing a hood dryer and just him under there for 20 mins. This process takes me about 45-60 mins. CJ has already lost his patience it seems to sit and get this done but we are working through it. I'm already out of our 1st tub of LG and really don't know what I was thinking only getting one jar from a supplier that's in PHX on 16th St.!?!? So far so good. I have to do his hair like this on a fairly regular basis and I enjoy spending this one on one time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that he does too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R--71V5oJnI/AAAAAAAABug/ZsvWGMNa7L8/s1600-h/DSCI0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R--71V5oJnI/AAAAAAAABug/ZsvWGMNa7L8/s400/DSCI0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R--9x15oJ2I/AAAAAAAABwc/BULuKUkzBsU/s1600-h/DSCI0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183570360106755938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R--9x15oJ2I/AAAAAAAABwc/BULuKUkzBsU/s400/DSCI0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R--9xF5oJ1I/AAAAAAAABwU/g95CoHuUfOg/s1600-h/DSCI0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183570347221854034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R--9xF5oJ1I/AAAAAAAABwU/g95CoHuUfOg/s400/DSCI0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R--9yF5oJ3I/AAAAAAAABwk/C7FVsxJoipo/s1600-h/DSCI0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183570364401723250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R--9yF5oJ3I/AAAAAAAABwk/C7FVsxJoipo/s400/DSCI0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468585260520839195-5121388682915235698?l=wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/feeds/5121388682915235698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2008/03/re-twist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/5121388682915235698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/5121388682915235698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2008/03/re-twist.html' title='RE-twist'/><author><name>Kamella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343570198874562893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/S2eyTDZRqeI/AAAAAAAADO0/lnn9SHbDr4E/S220/kam2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R--71V5oJnI/AAAAAAAABug/ZsvWGMNa7L8/s72-c/DSCI0085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468585260520839195.post-7288694896438405340</id><published>2008-03-19T11:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:32:17.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>He managed to get 5 loose yesterday so during AI we went ahead and put locking gel on all of them to tame the fuzzies and re-twist the ones that came out.   He said that kids said it looks like he has worms on his head and another on said bugs.....Why do kids have to be so mean?  Christian is such a sweet kid and he doesn't say so, but I know it hurts his feelings.  That makes me sad.  I hope that through this experience he learns to value what's important to him regardless of what his peers say or think.  This value system will come in place as he lives out his faith as well so we will try and teach him to press on despite the ridicule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468585260520839195-7288694896438405340?l=wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/feeds/7288694896438405340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2008/03/update_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/7288694896438405340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/7288694896438405340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2008/03/update_19.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Kamella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343570198874562893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/S2eyTDZRqeI/AAAAAAAADO0/lnn9SHbDr4E/S220/kam2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468585260520839195.post-4867701912920844354</id><published>2008-03-19T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:31:41.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>He managed to get 5 loose yesterday so during AI we went ahead and put locking gel on all of them to tame the fuzzies and re-twist the ones that came out.   He said that kids said it looks like he has worms on his head and another on said bugs.....Why do kids have to be so mean?  Christian is such a sweet kid and he doesn't say so, but I know it hurts his feelings.  That makes me sad.  I hope that through this experience he learns to value what's important to him regardless of what his peers say or think.  This value system will come in place as he lives out his faith as well so we will try and teach him to press on despite the ridicule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468585260520839195-4867701912920844354?l=wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/feeds/4867701912920844354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2008/03/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/4867701912920844354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/4867701912920844354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2008/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Kamella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343570198874562893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/S2eyTDZRqeI/AAAAAAAADO0/lnn9SHbDr4E/S220/kam2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468585260520839195.post-2364709842123114684</id><published>2008-03-14T09:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:32:17.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>Christian is a really hard sleeper and his "do-rag" ( a rag tied on top of your head... for your do) came off. This morning was spent, oiling his scalp with Island Oil, re-twisting the ones that had come out in the front and putting Locking Gel through the rest of his head to tame the flyaways. I quick dried them with a hair dryer. Christian was excited, I normally let them air dry and he has not had them blow dried in months! We decided to count them.....142! Last set was around 66 if memory serves correctly. I'm very optimistic we should not run into the same problem we did last time :) He asked me to take down pictures with him and his longer locks, because he wants his hair that long again, NOW and he can't stand to see his long hair! CJ said that he wants his hair down to the ground!! So his hair is refreshed and dried, and tied. They will not come out until we get out of the car tomorrow for drive in movie night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468585260520839195-2364709842123114684?l=wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/feeds/2364709842123114684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-2_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/2364709842123114684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/2364709842123114684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-2_14.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Kamella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343570198874562893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/S2eyTDZRqeI/AAAAAAAADO0/lnn9SHbDr4E/S220/kam2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468585260520839195.post-5084638551591030994</id><published>2008-03-14T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:31:41.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>Christian is a really hard sleeper and his "do-rag" ( a rag tied on top of your head... for your do) came off. This morning was spent, oiling his scalp with Island Oil, re-twisting the ones that had come out in the front and putting Locking Gel through the rest of his head to tame the flyaways. I quick dried them with a hair dryer. Christian was excited, I normally let them air dry and he has not had them blow dried in months! We decided to count them.....142! Last set was around 66 if memory serves correctly. I'm very optimistic we should not run into the same problem we did last time :) He asked me to take down pictures with him and his longer locks, because he wants his hair that long again, NOW and he can't stand to see his long hair! CJ said that he wants his hair down to the ground!! So his hair is refreshed and dried, and tied. They will not come out until we get out of the car tomorrow for drive in movie night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468585260520839195-5084638551591030994?l=wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/feeds/5084638551591030994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/5084638551591030994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/5084638551591030994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Kamella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343570198874562893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/S2eyTDZRqeI/AAAAAAAADO0/lnn9SHbDr4E/S220/kam2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468585260520839195.post-6170541427209121434</id><published>2008-03-13T11:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:32:17.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1...again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rastagroup.com/assets/images/2003_mango_poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R9mGQAi1ZUI/AAAAAAAABi8/Q7Ttw0M_CLg/s1600-h/Christian+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177316856221230402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R9mGQAi1ZUI/AAAAAAAABi8/Q7Ttw0M_CLg/s400/Christian+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you so much for coming by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Kamella and my husband's name is Brandon. This blog is going to be about our son Christian Jeremiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again? Why do I say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is CJ's 2nd trip down Lock Lane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started his first set when he was 3 and cut them off Jan 08 at the age of 5. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting Age 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b78/Kamella/Ezekiel6weeks054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" height="232" alt="" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b78/Kamella/Ezekiel6weeks054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R9l2Ogi1ZQI/AAAAAAAABic/tVfEYYEnOr4/s1600-h/Christmas2007+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177299238265382146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" height="223" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R9l2Ogi1ZQI/AAAAAAAABic/tVfEYYEnOr4/s200/Christmas2007+036.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas 07 before we cut them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We cut them because each lock was so big, thick and heavy it was thinning his hair and the scalp and some had even broken off! Not the way to go! AT ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sad to part with our first set, but determined to continue on. Christian asked almost daily when his locks were going to come back and we answered his request this morning!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R9mEyQi1ZRI/AAAAAAAABik/S0tF10FlATQ/s1600-h/Christian+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177315245608494354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R9mEyQi1ZRI/AAAAAAAABik/S0tF10FlATQ/s320/Christian+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R9mEzAi1ZSI/AAAAAAAABis/J8pqRdP2xjY/s1600-h/Christian+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177315258493396258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R9mEzAi1ZSI/AAAAAAAABis/J8pqRdP2xjY/s320/Christian+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R9mEzgi1ZTI/AAAAAAAABi0/oi10Hgne1Tk/s1600-h/Christian+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177315267083330866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R9mEzgi1ZTI/AAAAAAAABi0/oi10Hgne1Tk/s320/Christian+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They look amazing! What a very good start! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are using the product line Jamacian Mango Lime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.rastagroup.com/assets/images/2003_mango_poster1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is so happy to embark on this journey again, and we are so pleased to go on it with him again. We decided on a blog this time around because it is so exciting to watch them progress and it will be fun for CJ to look back on the (second) beginning. We like looking at others lock stories and he wanted to create one of his own. Feel free to leave him some comments. I bet he'd like that. I really wish we would have done this the first time around....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here we go, the journey begins...again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468585260520839195-6170541427209121434?l=wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/feeds/6170541427209121434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-1again_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/6170541427209121434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/6170541427209121434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-1again_13.html' title='Day 1...again!'/><author><name>Kamella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343570198874562893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/S2eyTDZRqeI/AAAAAAAADO0/lnn9SHbDr4E/S220/kam2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R9mGQAi1ZUI/AAAAAAAABi8/Q7Ttw0M_CLg/s72-c/Christian+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468585260520839195.post-6883716794224972425</id><published>2008-03-13T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:31:41.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1...again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rastagroup.com/assets/images/2003_mango_poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R9mGQAi1ZUI/AAAAAAAABi8/Q7Ttw0M_CLg/s1600-h/Christian+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177316856221230402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R9mGQAi1ZUI/AAAAAAAABi8/Q7Ttw0M_CLg/s400/Christian+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you so much for coming by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Kamella and my husband's name is Brandon. This blog is going to be about our son Christian Jeremiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again? Why do I say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is CJ's 2nd trip down Lock Lane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started his first set when he was 3 and cut them off Jan 08 at the age of 5. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting Age 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b78/Kamella/Ezekiel6weeks054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" height="232" alt="" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b78/Kamella/Ezekiel6weeks054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R9l2Ogi1ZQI/AAAAAAAABic/tVfEYYEnOr4/s1600-h/Christmas2007+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177299238265382146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" height="223" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R9l2Ogi1ZQI/AAAAAAAABic/tVfEYYEnOr4/s200/Christmas2007+036.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas 07 before we cut them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We cut them because each lock was so big, thick and heavy it was thinning his hair and the scalp and some had even broken off! Not the way to go! AT ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sad to part with our first set, but determined to continue on. Christian asked almost daily when his locks were going to come back and we answered his request this morning!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R9mEyQi1ZRI/AAAAAAAABik/S0tF10FlATQ/s1600-h/Christian+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177315245608494354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R9mEyQi1ZRI/AAAAAAAABik/S0tF10FlATQ/s320/Christian+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R9mEzAi1ZSI/AAAAAAAABis/J8pqRdP2xjY/s1600-h/Christian+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177315258493396258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R9mEzAi1ZSI/AAAAAAAABis/J8pqRdP2xjY/s320/Christian+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R9mEzgi1ZTI/AAAAAAAABi0/oi10Hgne1Tk/s1600-h/Christian+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177315267083330866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R9mEzgi1ZTI/AAAAAAAABi0/oi10Hgne1Tk/s320/Christian+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They look amazing! What a very good start! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are using the product line Jamacian Mango Lime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.rastagroup.com/assets/images/2003_mango_poster1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is so happy to embark on this journey again, and we are so pleased to go on it with him again. We decided on a blog this time around because it is so exciting to watch them progress and it will be fun for CJ to look back on the (second) beginning. We like looking at others lock stories and he wanted to create one of his own. Feel free to leave him some comments. I bet he'd like that. I really wish we would have done this the first time around....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here we go, the journey begins...again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6468585260520839195-6883716794224972425?l=wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/feeds/6883716794224972425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-1again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/6883716794224972425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6468585260520839195/posts/default/6883716794224972425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildwestmorelands.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-1again.html' title='Day 1...again!'/><author><name>Kamella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343570198874562893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/S2eyTDZRqeI/AAAAAAAADO0/lnn9SHbDr4E/S220/kam2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yGTvG6hRBK0/R9mGQAi1ZUI/AAAAAAAABi8/Q7Ttw0M_CLg/s72-c/Christian+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
