<?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-37936194</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:54:44.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn to the next Paige</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-8180793975407789117</id><published>2009-05-09T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T09:16:41.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You ready?</title><content type='html'>I RAN 6 MILES AFTER DOING A 1 HOUR PILATES CLASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Paige turning into a baby Hulk)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-8180793975407789117?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/8180793975407789117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=8180793975407789117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/8180793975407789117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/8180793975407789117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-ready.html' title='You ready?'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-805021879978902906</id><published>2009-04-16T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:09:34.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is another day...</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow morning is my first attempt at 5 miles...outside...with natural incline. Let me just state that I now have a hateful relationship with the treadmill. When I was getting ready for the 5k, the treadmill was great. You didn't run that long on it and it was rather comfortable. I have now discovered that running any length over 3.5 miles on the treadmill just plain stinks! It becomes tedious and the view in the gym isn't the most appealing. So now I am taking it to the streets. To be honest, I actually run better outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, training for the 5k was much easier than this (duh). I have talked to some people and read about this "block" that can happen in training. It is this literal point in your run where you seem to have difficulty in pushing yourself to go further after a certain mileage. This has been the battle with me the past few weeks. My strategy is making sure I get the distance in no matter what. If I feel that I need to slow down to a fast walk to gain some composure back a few times...I will. I never let myself go more than 30 seconds...but that 30 seconds of time helps my body get back on track. This has been helping me mentally and physically to just get my body used to going further than normal. Pace and agility will come and I still have time to get this thing locked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a cool note...my  yoga/pilates instructor thinks I should become certified to teach. Whoa! Don't know if I feel comfortable enough to teach at this point but it is still very cool to think how much I have improved!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-805021879978902906?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/805021879978902906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=805021879978902906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/805021879978902906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/805021879978902906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2009/04/tomorrow-is-another-day.html' title='Tomorrow is another day...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-6836021644743653134</id><published>2009-03-29T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:48:16.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!!</title><content type='html'>I ran my first 5k in 33 minutes and 26 seconds. I will say it was not my personal best and I was a bit disappointed in my time. I really wanted less than 30 minutes. I had misjudged the course and the amount of time running on an incline/hill (stupid campus) which made it much more difficult. I also got a horrible side stitch (those horrible cramps you get under your right side of your ribs due to your diaphragm practically shutting down...at least that is what it feels like). Halfway into the race I had to slow down to a fast walk so I could regain breathing and pinch my side/ribs to cut it off. I probably walked a good 30 seconds but once I started up again it slowly came back. Again, I slowed down to a fast pace walk doing the same routine for around 30 seconds and it finally worked. Once I saw Neyland Stadium, I picked up my pace and proudly ran onto the finish line which was actually the 50 yard line!! It was very cool to be on the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet hubby was there to take me on a very COLD Sunday at 6:30 in the morning. There were over 5,000 participants for the marathon/half/5k. There was also a race for kids which was really sweet. I am proud that I finally did something challenging and new. It was inspiring to be around so many incredible runners. Seriously. There were some SERIOUS runners that could smoke you in a second. Regardless, I did my small 5k and now I want to do more. I am gonna start pushing my distance to do a 10k in May. I know I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe a half at the end of the year in Memphis...but that is just rumbling around in my head right now. One thing at a time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-6836021644743653134?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/6836021644743653134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=6836021644743653134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/6836021644743653134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/6836021644743653134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!!'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-271984505402352226</id><published>2009-03-27T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T05:38:52.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little dramatic moment...</title><content type='html'>Less than two days...let the dramatic Paige struggling/running footage begin to&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_IKcMl_a9A"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-271984505402352226?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/271984505402352226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=271984505402352226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/271984505402352226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/271984505402352226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-dramtic-moment.html' title='a little dramatic moment...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-6175554942666099825</id><published>2009-03-22T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:25:10.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 minutes to save the world...</title><content type='html'>Not exactly...but I did run a pace of a 9 minute mile.! I got the Nike+Ipod thingy and I LOVE IT!! I was running faster than I originally thought and went further! Woo!! Less than a week!! I'm looking into more running opportunities...a10k is very possible...and maybe a half marathon? I don't know..but I am excited about my improvement!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-6175554942666099825?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/6175554942666099825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=6175554942666099825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/6175554942666099825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/6175554942666099825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2009/03/4-minutes-to-save-world.html' title='4 minutes to save the world...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-5560189212746828300</id><published>2009-03-19T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T06:23:50.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Paige Run!</title><content type='html'>10 days from now I will be running my first 5k...I officially registered 5 minutes ago. I just came in from my morning run in my neighborhood. I ran 3 miles nonstop in exactly 30 minutes...not shabby I must say! I am pretty stoked since this was my first attempt to run in my neighborhood in quite some time. The weather has been sketchy the past two weeks so I have just been running at the gym. My neighborhood is absolutely perfect for training. It varies from flat to inclines in the distance so it keeps my body guessing. I am excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, our 1 year anniversary is coming up on April 5!!! WOOHOO!! We are going to Charleston for a couple of days in the middle of April to celebrate. I am personally very excited since I have never been and have only heard raving reviews. Andy has always said it was a city that just seemed like me. We will see! It just seems like a very dreamy town with great history, food, activities and shopping! We are looking into going on a ghost tour. I've been told they can be pretty interesting with the history...but me...ghosts...never really a great match.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-5560189212746828300?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/5560189212746828300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=5560189212746828300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5560189212746828300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5560189212746828300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2009/03/run-paige-run.html' title='Run Paige Run!'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-1289811514369996002</id><published>2009-03-05T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T16:54:56.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's going the distance...she's going for speed...</title><content type='html'>At the end of January, I came across a new class at my gym...and I got hooked. It is a running class and it is absolutely fabulous. I know it doesn't sound much fun but it will push you in a way that I never knew existed. Some of you may recall that last summer I wanted to do a 5k. That failed since I started to have knee problems due to my right hip shifting a couple of years ago (Gentry...no jokes on my height). I was disappointed but knew it was not worth blowing my knee out with all the running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This class has helped me so much that my instructor told me I should enter a race since I have improved so much in the past month...so I have decided that I am doing my first 5k on March 29th. My knee has not given me ANY trouble (thanks to some awesome and expensive Nikes, research for proper form, and a knee strap to support my leg).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to say my distance/time as of yesterday is 3.1 miles in 31 minutes. I am running 4-5 times a week and always add in yoga, pilates or weight lifting after my run. I can't believe the difference in my body in just a few weeks. My energy has improved and the muscle definition is starting to show (my sweet hubby was quite impressed in the definition in just my back and tummy). Just a couple of more weeks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-1289811514369996002?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/1289811514369996002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=1289811514369996002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/1289811514369996002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/1289811514369996002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2009/03/shes-going-distanceshes-going-for-speed.html' title='She&apos;s going the distance...she&apos;s going for speed...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-2668212888326942609</id><published>2009-01-18T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:54:24.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Hoyt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxCMGW-Fk0U/SXOyjfzLVqI/AAAAAAAAABU/blvELf-Nt1U/s1600-h/hoyt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxCMGW-Fk0U/SXOyjfzLVqI/AAAAAAAAABU/blvELf-Nt1U/s320/hoyt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292770309991782050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past couple of months have been hard on me for personal reasons.  Some things are known to others while some are not. I am aware of the blessings that I have been given but sometimes your heart will just break. I find that I am becoming more internal than I used to be and I haven't quite decided if that is a good thing. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your heart is breaking and your spirit is a bit broken, God always seems to find a way to send you a message. A clear message of His presence and that He is with you. I don't find reasons to express what He was telling me.  However, I would like to show a story that I had forgotten about for quite some time. When I was driving in my car...I passed a billboard. On the way home from work today...this same sign came across my way. It said more to me than its literal meaning. The story of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dDnrLv6z-mM&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;Team Hoyt.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-2668212888326942609?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/2668212888326942609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=2668212888326942609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/2668212888326942609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/2668212888326942609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2009/01/team-hoyt.html' title='Team Hoyt'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxCMGW-Fk0U/SXOyjfzLVqI/AAAAAAAAABU/blvELf-Nt1U/s72-c/hoyt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-6433135284505330687</id><published>2009-01-03T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:20:34.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My boy is back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hiemc14iifw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Yup&lt;/a&gt;. This might be very good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-6433135284505330687?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/6433135284505330687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=6433135284505330687' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/6433135284505330687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/6433135284505330687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-boy-is-back.html' title='My boy is back...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-471473482055944664</id><published>2008-12-24T07:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T07:16:18.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A baby changes everything...</title><content type='html'>Hope you all have a Merry Christmas...here is a song that just recently came out by &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3AJI3QXwg-M"&gt;Faith Hill&lt;/a&gt; that captures the reason for the season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-471473482055944664?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/471473482055944664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=471473482055944664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/471473482055944664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/471473482055944664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/12/baby-changes-everything.html' title='A baby changes everything...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-7805530166394661252</id><published>2008-12-20T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T06:24:08.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papaw's lights...</title><content type='html'>This past week, my Papaw was put on the&lt;a href="http://www.volunteertv.com/home/headlines/36407009.html"&gt; news&lt;/a&gt; for his Christmas light display...this is going to be his final year of doing the tradition simply because it is way too much work for him to manage and he is getting older. We all chipped in to help out this year and it meant more to me since I am the one who kindly asked if he would do it one last time for all of us...especially for my nephews who needed this memory. He had not put them up since 2004 because of health issues. Those of you who know me best can imagine I cried my eyes out seeing the lights and helping because it has always meant the world to me. He is one of the greatest men in the world in my opinion and I love him very much. I can't write anymore...I will start crying again...dang it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: We have all laughed because in the segment he talks about his "Angina attacks" (a heart condition that causes sharp heart pains). You can use your imagination at how that can just sound so wrong...it made the crying a bit easier. It was a bit childish to laugh at but it was worth it. Bless his heart...literally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-7805530166394661252?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/7805530166394661252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=7805530166394661252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/7805530166394661252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/7805530166394661252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/12/papaws-lights.html' title='Papaw&apos;s lights...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-5164695174107521460</id><published>2008-12-17T07:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T07:48:31.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Christmas!</title><content type='html'>What I am dreaming about this Christmas! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1GPxcxrBkI"&gt;A White Christmas!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-5164695174107521460?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/5164695174107521460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=5164695174107521460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5164695174107521460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5164695174107521460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/12/white-christmas.html' title='White Christmas!'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-530437488023532576</id><published>2008-12-07T13:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:15:36.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Christmas</title><content type='html'>To start my blog of favorite Christmas songs/videos...who can deny some &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M8yQLbMtPFA"&gt;Elvis&lt;/a&gt;...I thought this video was VERY clever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-530437488023532576?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/530437488023532576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=530437488023532576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/530437488023532576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/530437488023532576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/12/blue-christmas.html' title='Blue Christmas'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-5472828724696586845</id><published>2008-11-25T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T06:32:23.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister...</title><content type='html'>Growing up, my sister and I used to torture each other practically...my sister used play this&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qEx7pkmFc6s"&gt; song and music video&lt;/a&gt; to make me cry. I was probably around 5 or 6 but the scars still remain.  To this day, this video still haunts me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-5472828724696586845?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/5472828724696586845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=5472828724696586845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5472828724696586845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5472828724696586845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-sister.html' title='My sister...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-2659595555357853747</id><published>2008-11-22T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:45:54.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For you Twilighters...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qnGXLnd6XGA"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is what you look like...and yes, it is that bad. Seriously, is this Harry Potter all over again??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-2659595555357853747?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/2659595555357853747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=2659595555357853747' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/2659595555357853747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/2659595555357853747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-you-twilighters.html' title='For you Twilighters...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-3586978134485189255</id><published>2008-11-09T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:40:40.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lasik</title><content type='html'>Can anyone please comment on the idea of lasik eye correction? I want personal stories, pros and cons, advice...really anything on this topic. I am thinking of being consulted about it due to my disgust of contact lenses and hate the dependency on glasses...please help!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-3586978134485189255?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/3586978134485189255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=3586978134485189255' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/3586978134485189255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/3586978134485189255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/11/lasik.html' title='Lasik'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-3760505499006089329</id><published>2008-11-08T05:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T05:29:25.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and a rrrredhead at that....</title><content type='html'>I just yelled out to Andy in the other room to ask him what kind of animal would I be...his answer yelled back...A SQUIRREL!! I couldn't help but laugh because it just takes me back to my old habits of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oDWnuddCf0E&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;liking/catching&lt;/a&gt; a boy! It was indeed a most befuddling thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-3760505499006089329?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/3760505499006089329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=3760505499006089329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/3760505499006089329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/3760505499006089329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-rrrredhead-at-that.html' title='and a rrrredhead at that....'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-82427963878359896</id><published>2008-11-07T18:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:37:12.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to clarify some things...</title><content type='html'>I want to just bluntly say that NO, I did not vote for President Obama. However, though I do not agree with some of his proposed policies, I will continue to PRAY for him and our country for strength, protection, and guidance. I find his presidential election to be a very defining moment in history and completely respect and admire it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that does alarm me is the pressure that we now have not only on ourselves as a country but also the pressure from the world. This is going to be a trial like no other for our beloved nation and I do find that we are embarking on something that is beyond a catchy slogan. As a Christian that is constantly mocked and judged for my faith (even when joked about stereotypically from fellow bloggers) I will still plant my feet strong and firmly in my beliefs. Not in a way that shoves a faith down your throat, but in a way that I can only turn my cheek and pray for my sake and yours...so that we can coexist in a world that has proven to tear down many walls. The one thing that may comfort me more than some is my faith that God is in control of this world...and it may be dark at times...but light still shines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-82427963878359896?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/82427963878359896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=82427963878359896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/82427963878359896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/82427963878359896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-to-clarify-some-things.html' title='Just to clarify some things...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-4750423261638726153</id><published>2008-11-06T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:47:26.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing with me now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-lOBc3QZD9w"&gt;Definitely&lt;/a&gt; in my Top 3 all time favorite Disney...I watched this movie over and over when I was little and I can still remember the words to every song.  Just thought I would take you back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-4750423261638726153?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/4750423261638726153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=4750423261638726153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/4750423261638726153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/4750423261638726153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/11/sing-with-me-now.html' title='Sing with me now...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-6715441597726905608</id><published>2008-11-05T19:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:58:32.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaves</title><content type='html'>Just a little suggestion...if you have not been to Cades Cove or it has been quite some time...I highly suggest making a quick trip. We went on a spur of the moment trip today and it was incredibly refreshing to be around such gorgeous scenery. The leaves are just amazing. It literally looks like that "happy tree" painter that used to be on tv went to town on God's landscape. It really makes you thankful to live near such a natural blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-6715441597726905608?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/6715441597726905608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=6715441597726905608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/6715441597726905608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/6715441597726905608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/11/leaves.html' title='Leaves'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-3971410705724858702</id><published>2008-11-05T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T06:57:11.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rxCMGW-Fk0U/SRGz7Ao4B3I/AAAAAAAAABM/4CvWj5yXNbE/s1600-h/barack-obama-for-president.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rxCMGW-Fk0U/SRGz7Ao4B3I/AAAAAAAAABM/4CvWj5yXNbE/s320/barack-obama-for-president.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265187265737918322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what he can do. Lord, I pray for guidance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-3971410705724858702?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/3971410705724858702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=3971410705724858702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/3971410705724858702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/3971410705724858702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/11/alright.html' title='Alright...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rxCMGW-Fk0U/SRGz7Ao4B3I/AAAAAAAAABM/4CvWj5yXNbE/s72-c/barack-obama-for-president.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-5715211094037714570</id><published>2008-11-03T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:42:01.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Fulmer...</title><content type='html'>I actually feel a little sad about &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HUTM7v-pEYU"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; for some reason. He couldn't get it together and was put in a pressure cooker set on high. However, when you are being paid an astronomical amount of money for coaching and will probably get a huge sum for leaving...my sympathy goes out the door. I wish him the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I want you to know that I am the reason for the horrible football seasons since I graduated in 2005. When they screwed me over with my graduate degree...I put a curse on their precious football team. Hate to tell you guys...it won't end...the pain will never END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-5715211094037714570?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/5715211094037714570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=5715211094037714570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5715211094037714570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5715211094037714570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-fulmer.html' title='Oh Fulmer...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-4294612043942961063</id><published>2008-11-03T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T07:45:21.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Debra Paget???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxCMGW-Fk0U/SQ8cErsnYpI/AAAAAAAAABE/EYvkidpCyX8/s1600-h/PAD_0588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxCMGW-Fk0U/SQ8cErsnYpI/AAAAAAAAABE/EYvkidpCyX8/s320/PAD_0588.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264457356194308754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rxCMGW-Fk0U/SQ8bzWmJq2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/gRUYCDKOSxw/s1600-h/movie_603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rxCMGW-Fk0U/SQ8bzWmJq2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/gRUYCDKOSxw/s320/movie_603.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264457058472274786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a nail tech who works at the salon where I get my hair done. She is adorable and sweet...but I think she is a bit crazy. A few months ago, she brought in this exact picture from a  newspaper clipping that is a picture of Debra Paget  from the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 10 Commandments&lt;/span&gt; to give to me. She couldn't wait to tell me that she opened up her paper and saw this picture and thinks I look EXACTLY like her. If any of you can explain this to me...please go ahead. I think this is an amazing compliment but VERY far stretched. To be a bit vain...I did post one my favorite wedding pictures to compare...but seriously...Debra Paget??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-4294612043942961063?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/4294612043942961063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=4294612043942961063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/4294612043942961063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/4294612043942961063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/11/debra-paget.html' title='Debra Paget???'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxCMGW-Fk0U/SQ8cErsnYpI/AAAAAAAAABE/EYvkidpCyX8/s72-c/PAD_0588.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-5382563495977810154</id><published>2008-11-03T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T07:19:15.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She was fabulous!!</title><content type='html'>Sing and preach it, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p0FDGnAIWpk&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;girl!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-5382563495977810154?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/5382563495977810154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=5382563495977810154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5382563495977810154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5382563495977810154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/11/she-was-fabulous.html' title='She was fabulous!!'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-689693392101340234</id><published>2008-11-01T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T06:29:37.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beep</title><content type='html'>So the other evening, I ran to the mart de Wal to pick up a few items...and of course spent the majority of the time in the Christmas section planning my outdoor light decor in my head (yes, this was before Halloween...I am my Papaw's granddaughter). While walking around I came across an individual that caught me off guard...and my laugh. See...I was born without the neurotransmitter that filters circumstances before laughter. What I mean is...I laugh at the most inappropriate things and the wrong times. IT'S NOT MY FAULT!! It makes me feel bad...but maybe  I can explain this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that cell phone service commercial with the guy (or inner self) explaining why he can't come to the phone because he doesn't have enough bars to get his messages from his friends going to Paris and he has to spend the weekend with the emo/goth twins. One of the twins is dancing to horrible techno music with one of the ribbon wands while the other is holding the radio....ring a bell? Well, I love those commercials and that is my favorite one. Anywho, I RAN INTO THE DANCING TWIN!! Tight jeans, black hair, and ALL. It caught me off guard so fast and I couldn't help but burst out a laugh and a nano second after tried to cover it with a cough. Then I quickly scurried behind the cd rack to catch composure...but that commercial kept playing in my head. I don't think he noticed...but I feel bad. It's justified when it is a commercial, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heads up: My Papaw is putting up his famous Christmas light display after 4 years...and I'm helping so I can learn the tricks of the trade!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-689693392101340234?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/689693392101340234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=689693392101340234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/689693392101340234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/689693392101340234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/11/beep.html' title='Beep'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-8322125756548745121</id><published>2008-10-28T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:30:20.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>99 Balloons...</title><content type='html'>One of the most touching things I have ever &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=th6Njr-qkq0"&gt;seen. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-8322125756548745121?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/8322125756548745121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=8322125756548745121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/8322125756548745121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/8322125756548745121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/10/99-balloons.html' title='99 Balloons...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-2713028133820722724</id><published>2008-10-22T17:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:41:31.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andy won't see this with me....</title><content type='html'>because he says he will probably cry. I read part of this book on our honeymoon in Hawaii (oh...how I miss Hawaii) and remember tearing up by the pool. I am a dog lover and absolutely LOVED this book. No, it's not Moby Dick but it can mean so much especially if you have had pets that mean so much to you. It is just a light, easy, meaningful story that just makes you feel good...and I can't wait to see&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_9qLrcUdftA"&gt; it&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-2713028133820722724?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/2713028133820722724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=2713028133820722724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/2713028133820722724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/2713028133820722724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/10/andy-wont-see-this-with-me.html' title='Andy won&apos;t see this with me....'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-433796669432061595</id><published>2008-10-15T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:39:37.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rude</title><content type='html'>I just watched an Oprah show on rudeness in our country. I don't watch Oprah as much as I used to simply because of the "church" she has made herself out to be. But anywho, this subject caught my attention because I personally think people are losing their minds in civil conduct. There is all types of differences in etiquette and simple conduct...everyone has an opinion. I just learned a lot from my wedding...and in even in that realm there are differences in what is right and wrong. We all have moments where we fall but there are some things that I just can't tolerate...and I am going to share with you my biggest pet peeve in public conduct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(drum roll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people leave store buggies in random places in the parking lot. PEOPLE, they have little cut out places where you can leave them!!!! There is no excuse except for pure laziness. The reason for this pet peeve comes from my father, who is a general manager for a grocery store chain. I remember him telling me when I was younger of how he would be out in the parking lot in the freezing cold or the blazing hot rounding up the buggies...and I actually teared up. I went grocery store shopping yesterday, and as I was parking, the lady in the spot in front of me unloaded her bags and put the buggy in the VACANT lot next to her. Let me make this more disgusting...she was in her gym clothes. Now I'm only assuming, but if you pay for a gym membership and take an hour or more of your day to sweat and exercise (which is fine) THEN refuse to walk MAYBE 20 steps to put up your kart...you have a mental illness. So if you are one of those people (I don't care how far you parked from the designated areas for buggies) and I ever see you do this...I judge you...OH, I SO JUDGE YOU. And to let you know, if I see a buggy out of place thats not even mine...I actually do put it up...it is that much of bother for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note...I early voted! YAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-433796669432061595?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/433796669432061595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=433796669432061595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/433796669432061595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/433796669432061595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/10/rude.html' title='Rude'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-3680137303131316947</id><published>2008-10-05T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T07:13:48.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SNL</title><content type='html'>SNL was pretty good last night. The VP Debate was hysterical as expected but I have no idea why I find this so&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Saturday_Night_Live/video/clips/mark-wahlberg-talks-to-animals/727504/"&gt; funny.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-3680137303131316947?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/3680137303131316947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=3680137303131316947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/3680137303131316947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/3680137303131316947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/10/snl.html' title='SNL'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-7452989086810748135</id><published>2008-10-04T07:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T07:15:35.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and I'm feeling good...</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow night, Andy and I have to come across my ex....&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=flfDuYuy6aQ&amp;amp;feature=user"&gt;Michael&lt;/a&gt;. It just so happens to be our 6 month anniversary and Michael is the entertainment. I'm a bit hesitant, I know Michael is going to make his moves...but I have to be strong. He had his chance...and he waited way too long. I will flash my incredible canary diamond ring, turn my heel, and walk while doing the best hip sway that I can possibly muster. He just can't walk back into my life, ya know? Right??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-7452989086810748135?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/7452989086810748135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=7452989086810748135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/7452989086810748135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/7452989086810748135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-im-feeling-good.html' title='and I&apos;m feeling good...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-902648413707103304</id><published>2008-10-01T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T06:29:15.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry, how are ya?? Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>Another favorite movie and scene...&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q3tRKs9o_2A"&gt;You've Got Mail!&lt;/a&gt; It just makes you feel good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-902648413707103304?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/902648413707103304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=902648413707103304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/902648413707103304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/902648413707103304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/10/henry-how-are-ya-happy-holidays.html' title='Henry, how are ya?? Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-7695753124132606669</id><published>2008-09-29T19:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:31:08.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Private Jackson</title><content type='html'>I only watch this movie around the anniversary of D-Day. I have always said this is one of my all time favorite movies for more reasons than I can explain. These clips grip my heart and remind me of a generation that I fear we will never have &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QOpNFK14490&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;again...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-7695753124132606669?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/7695753124132606669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=7695753124132606669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/7695753124132606669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/7695753124132606669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/09/private-jackson.html' title='Private Jackson'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-1079175637145362312</id><published>2008-09-29T17:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:35:25.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know...</title><content type='html'>for those of you who think your candidate/political party (whoever it might be) is going to save the world and solve our nation's problems...there is way too much Splenda in your Kool-aid. Both candidates are scaring me in all sorts of ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may sound like an extremist...but you might want to start praying and putting your faith in the Almighty. These are frightening times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-1079175637145362312?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/1079175637145362312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=1079175637145362312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/1079175637145362312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/1079175637145362312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-know.html' title='You know...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-7373488959879281219</id><published>2008-09-21T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:21:34.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(moment of silence)</title><content type='html'>Almighty God: Our sons, pride of our nation, this day have set upon a mighty endeavor, a struggle to preserve our Republic, our religion and our civilization, and to set free suffering humanity....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Lead them straight and true; give strength to their arms, stoutness to their hearts, steadfastness in their faith...Their road will be long and hard. For the enemy is strong...Success may not come with rushing speed, but we shall return again and again; we know by Thy grace, and by the righteousness of our cause, our sons will triumph...&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    With Thy blessing, we shall prevail over the unholy forces of our enemy. Help us to conquer the apostles of greed and racial arrogances. Lead us to the saving of our country, and with our sister nations into a world unit that will spell a sure peace-a peace invulnerable to the schemings of unworthy men. And a peace that will let all men live in freedom, reaping the just rewards of their honest toil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-D-Day, June 6, 1944&lt;br /&gt; Franklin D. Roosevelt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-7373488959879281219?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/7373488959879281219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=7373488959879281219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/7373488959879281219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/7373488959879281219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/09/moment-of-silence.html' title='(moment of silence)'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-8784346835883218642</id><published>2008-09-19T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T17:42:23.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate Speech Much???</title><content type='html'>So Scott had a riveting video about the "conservative movement" in media. I have to say it disgusted me to no end and I have no tolerance for such hatred...BUT...if you are going to point the finger across the room to one side...you better be ready to get it served right BACK at you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week the lovely Sandra Bernhard suggested that Sarah Palin should be "gang raped by black men in Manhattan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ALL disgusts me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-8784346835883218642?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/8784346835883218642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=8784346835883218642' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/8784346835883218642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/8784346835883218642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/09/hate-speech-much.html' title='Hate Speech Much???'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-7476984616875453175</id><published>2008-09-18T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T17:23:30.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountaintop</title><content type='html'>I've been one to believe that change is always a good thing. I've been through some change and I can tell you there has been a difference in me lately. Especially the past month, I've had this thing on my heart. I can only call it a "thing" because that refers to my confusion about what it was. Now that I am starting my family, I've had a desire to learn more about me and how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;benefit this world...and then I had this revelation...a flip of conscience I guess you could say. My heart was telling me to let go of my personal ambition and to wait. Be patient. It's not about YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?? Me? Queen of the spotlight?? You mean to tell me it's NOT about me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had so many questions on my mind and could just feel my Lord tugging on my heart strings to get some insight. I had been battling some very mild depression over the direction of my life...you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I married the man of my prayers (I don't say dreams because Andy was literally an answer to my prayers)&lt;br /&gt;-I am fortunate to where I don't work full-time&lt;br /&gt;-I have a wonderful home/family&lt;br /&gt;-health in the family (Lord, I thank you)&lt;br /&gt;-fortunate that I have a little job that I enjoy to do and hope to grow in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know...a girl just has to be unsatisfied with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it sorta just hit me. How incredibly selfish I have been. I believe as a society, even when we have wonderful things going for us, we still want more. We won't be satisfied. It's that whole "pride" thing that is always catchy. I believe pride is the hardest thing to recognize in ourselves because we often confuse that with what many will call "self-esteem" or "ambition." It's a very faint line.  I personally believe it is the biggest downfall as a Christian. We are not only prideful in ourselves but about our belief. As society and the media tend to dilute what Christianity is (in terms to be considered "tolerant"), we are served this microwavable salvation in order to make us feel whole. We take fragmented parts of the Bible in order to fit them in into OUR terms of Christianity. We want the lovey-dovey God but forget the Holy God. And that is where we faulter to no end. It shouldn't be any wonder why we are so unhappy as a society...as a country...as a world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being Saved when I was very young. I remember my Mom holding me at our very first home and praying. I remember laying on my parents' bed and crying because I couldn't understand why Jesus had to suffer. I remember making the decision on my own to be Baptised a few years later. I went to church where my Papaw was/is a Deacon in a tiny, precious church. I remember being brought to my knees in prayer at the thought of losing my Papaw when I was 13. I remember praying because of a broken heart.But...I never got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Christian and as a sinner...it is so easy to get caught up and thinking that God is here because of you. We run to God when times get dark. We talk to Him because we feel it is on our checklist...and that will make our relationship strong and that will please Him. We have this image of Him being this grandfather figure that we can skip to with the hope he will have butterscotch candies in his pocket. It wasn't until very recently that I finally saw how deceieved I have been. I AM HERE BECAUSE OF GOD. It was at that moment that I realized what my problem had been. My image of my God had been this Genie figure that I believed would make all my desires come true. How incredibly selfish is that??.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, I would get offended at people's insults toward Christianity...but now I realize that my hypocrisy is direct cause for criticism. Believe me...I have much to be criticised for but there is comfort in the fact that I am being lead into a more satisfying relationship with God. If God could be put in a box (like I had determined before)...he would not be God. His divine purpose and being goes far beyond what our tiny human minds can comprehend...and that in fact is AWESOME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-7476984616875453175?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/7476984616875453175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=7476984616875453175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/7476984616875453175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/7476984616875453175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/09/mountaintop.html' title='Mountaintop'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-5555545391352239612</id><published>2008-09-15T16:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:06:26.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to die for recipe....</title><content type='html'>Thank you foodnetwork...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to have Marsala wine in the house...DO THIS RECIPE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="headline1"&gt;Artichoke Gratinata&lt;/span&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="315"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="small_text" valign="top"&gt; &lt;td colspan="2" width="305"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="small_text" valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="270"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="small_text" valign="top"&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="270"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="small_text" valign="top"&gt; &lt;td colspan="2" width="305"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;!-- End Recipe Header --&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td height="9" width="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.foodnetwork.com/FOOD/2007/04/30/ei1017_artichoke_e.jpg" alt="Artichoke Gratinata" border="0" height="200" /&gt; &lt;span class="phototext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td height="9" width="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;!--concordance-begin--&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt; 3 tablespoons olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1 garlic clove, minced&lt;br /&gt;1 pound frozen artichoke hearts, thawed&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons chopped fresh parsley leaves&lt;br /&gt;3/4 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/8 teaspoon red pepper flakes&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup Marsala wine&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons butter&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup plain bread crumbs&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup grated Parmesan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;span class="bodytext"&gt; Preheat the oven to 450 degrees F.  &lt;p&gt;Warm the olive oil in a heavy bottom skillet over medium-high heat. Add the garlic and cook for 1 minute. Add the artichoke hearts, parsley, salt, pepper, and red pepper flakes and cook until the artichoke hearts are starting to brown at the edges, about 3 minutes. Add the chicken broth and wine and simmer for 3 minutes. Transfer the artichoke mixture to a 2-quart baking dish. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Melt the butter in the same skillet used to cook the artichokes. In a small bowl mix the melted butter with the bread crumbs. Stir in the Parmesan and top the artichokes with the bread crumbs. Bake until the top is golden, about 10 minutes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-5555545391352239612?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/5555545391352239612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=5555545391352239612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5555545391352239612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5555545391352239612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-die-for-recipe.html' title='to die for recipe....'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-4116932018657578260</id><published>2008-09-13T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T06:35:30.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mtv</title><content type='html'>This past week, I was dumbed down by watching MTV's video music awards. Has our generation gone completely down the drain? I remember watching on the news how the award show is losing ratings and MTV is literally scrambling to find some kind of controversial topic so they can keep it going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, MTV has completely lost its value in society in my opinion. The shows are completely fabricated and takes 30 seconds to predict...but lets move on...I believe I have said that in my blog in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...the VMA's this year opted to go with a British comedian that is apparently just HUGE...overseas. I had seen one or two promos with him and they actually did make me snicker. That changed. It is really sad when a person feels the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; comedic material in our country is to bring up the election. Wow. That is groundbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another issue, these Jonas Brother wear promise rings. Ok, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; will even admit it may be a little hokey. I am not against it (I 100% believe in their decision) but I do believe that a personal decision doesn't have to be laid out for display...especially for pop stars...it seems like a marketing pitch.  I personally do not care to hear about sexual escapades or lack of...I just wanna hear you sing Mmmbop. AND...they are what...14 years OLD??! They don't need to be having sex!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It blows my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we now live in a time of mixed messages. We hear all the time...wear a condom...safesexsafesexsafesex...ALL THE TIME! MTV itself has promoted such things, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; if a person decides to opt for abstinence...then that is just CRAZY!! Abstinence doesn't just apply to us (what some of you may call) "Bible Folk." Abstinence isn't just a religious choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, it was endless jokes and sarcasm for a decision that a small portion of the USA may choose or had chosen. Why can't our society come up with something better to make comedy out of?  Seriously, I am having bad flashbacks of that Comedy Zone comedian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-4116932018657578260?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/4116932018657578260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=4116932018657578260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/4116932018657578260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/4116932018657578260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/09/mtv.html' title='mtv'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-804964759456383469</id><published>2008-09-10T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:13:24.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No No, I've got YOU!!</title><content type='html'>After Andy and I got married, I was lucky enough to get a brand new car. I never knew the wonder of XM radio until my new car...and man oh man...how did I ever go on without it? One station that I have programmed is called "The Standards." It plays all the classics...Dino, Peggy Lee, Ella...and of course &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Klv55AUOL9E&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;The Chief &lt;/a&gt;himself. Nothing better than to ride home after a tiresome day...and have him serenade you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the Way&lt;/span&gt; (FYI: All the Way is one of my all time favorite songs...speaks the truth...download it!). I never get tired of his music...he even has a place in our home in the form of a coffee table book. Just thought I would treat some of you if you hadn't had some Sinatra lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-804964759456383469?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/804964759456383469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=804964759456383469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/804964759456383469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/804964759456383469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-no-ive-got-you.html' title='No No, I&apos;ve got YOU!!'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-1187509270521071421</id><published>2008-09-04T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:50:24.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will be so happy...</title><content type='html'>when this election is over with...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; parties are wearing me out. and I hate the media...wait...does that mean I hate myself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-1187509270521071421?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/1187509270521071421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=1187509270521071421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/1187509270521071421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/1187509270521071421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-will-be-so-happy.html' title='I will be so happy...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-4050313518347583863</id><published>2008-08-05T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:26:27.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On a MUCH lighter note...</title><content type='html'>I'M GOING TO MICHAEL BUBLE ON OCTOBER 5TH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I CAN'T CATCH MY BREATH!!! THIS IS GOING TO BE THE BEST DATE EVER WITH MY HUSBAND...YEAH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really does pay to be a radio personality...you get hookups like you wouldn't believe!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-4050313518347583863?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/4050313518347583863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=4050313518347583863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/4050313518347583863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/4050313518347583863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-much-lighter-note.html' title='On a MUCH lighter note...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-2492243661869032971</id><published>2008-07-27T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T18:00:50.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A hard day at the office...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Andy was taking me to work for my ususal Saturday afternoon shift at the station when I noticed a church on Kingston Pike (Sequoyah Hills area) that I had never heard of. I even asked Andy if he had ever heard of Tennessee Valley Unitarian Universalist Church (tvuuc.org). Thinking nothing else about it...I went on with my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to wake up around 5:30 this morning and couldn't quite get back to sleep....and something came over me. I suddenly felt the need to say a small prayer. Nothing in particular...just to ask God for guidance and thank him for the blessings He has given me. I just feel like I needed a little sticky note prayer to get me up...nothing like my usual heart to heart. I look over at my sweet husband passed out with his hair sticking straight up and just feel relief to have someone in my life like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go on to toss and turn and wait another 3 hours before I need to get up to do my usual Sunday shift. While driving to work, I happen to see a little bit of a backup on Kingston Pike. As I get closer, I see multiple police cars, fire trucks, ambulances, police tape surrounding the church that had sparked my curiousity literally the day before. I pick up my phone and immediately try calling the station to see if they know anything...no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our station is about a mile from this church. I rush in to see if anyone knew when I noticed some people were running around and hearing all these news feeds. Some man had opened fire during a children's production of &lt;em&gt;Annie &lt;/em&gt;about 45 minutes before in the church. We carried all the news feed on the station during my shift. Our top news reporters are in...on a Sunday morning reporting on this horrible tragedy. I get a call from my boss telling me to cut broadcast in order to cover information...we are now national news. I flip to one of the national news channels and see our town being covered as I sit a mile from the scene. Now I am having to break in...and let me tell you...I had a VERY hard time. You get 6 different facts, people are coming in to tell more, and on top of that....I am fighting back tears. I stumble all over my words and just try to get through the break. My breaks are more solemn this day than any of the past 3 years at the station...and my prayers and thoughts are out.&lt;br /&gt;Two people are confirmed dead, more are in critical condition...and innocent CHILDREN experienced, to what I can only identify as, a hate crime. Regardless in what the church may teach or stand for, regardless of &lt;em&gt;anything...&lt;/em&gt;I still cannot understand why things like this happen...I'm just glad that it is over and pray for the children and the families suffering as I type away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-2492243661869032971?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/2492243661869032971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=2492243661869032971' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/2492243661869032971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/2492243661869032971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/07/hard-day-at-office.html' title='A hard day at the office...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-788317804229685762</id><published>2008-07-16T19:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T19:00:45.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring on the Batman!!!</title><content type='html'>and the Joker...I have been waiting three years for this movie...come on!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-788317804229685762?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/788317804229685762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=788317804229685762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/788317804229685762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/788317804229685762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/07/bring-on-batman.html' title='Bring on the Batman!!!'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-5338497866234852694</id><published>2008-07-08T18:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:03:02.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I would just like to say...</title><content type='html'>that I am so incredibly happy for Brian Gentry and Sarah Janney on their engagement this past week. Brian did an AMAZING job on the proposal and the piece of ice that Sarah is blinding everybody with now. I was so honored to have helped and am so sad that they will be leaving Tennessee very soon. However, I am incredibly happy for two of my closest friends and the new beginning that they are sharing together!!! To Brian and Sarah...(everybody raise a glass, mouse, pen, whatever you have near you).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-5338497866234852694?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/5338497866234852694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=5338497866234852694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5338497866234852694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5338497866234852694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-would-just-like-to-say.html' title='I would just like to say...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-8677900314992322647</id><published>2008-06-29T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T06:44:23.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This commercial KILLS me everytime....</title><content type='html'>Get ready to&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=8EYocy_DN60&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt; cry!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy and I stopped by the Adopt-A-Pet center yesterday and it just about killed us...they had a puppy that if I had gotten there about 10 minutes earlier...she would have been coming home with me. Luckily, she was adopted and I got to talk to her new owners. Then they had a boxer AND a 2 year old German Shepherd. I wanted to take them all home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-8677900314992322647?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/8677900314992322647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=8677900314992322647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/8677900314992322647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/8677900314992322647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-commercial-kills-me-everytime.html' title='This commercial KILLS me everytime....'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-8546143262583443044</id><published>2008-06-25T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T17:22:00.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I look like Posh Spice...</title><content type='html'>but I feel absolutely fabulous!! Not because of a new haircut...but for the REASON for my haircut. I cut 12 inches of my long hair off for Kids for Wigs. This is a non-profit organization that is purely based on donations...and distributes FREE wigs for children battling cancer and terminal illnesses. I had been pondering on this for quite some time and finally decided it was time for me to make the cut and do one of the MOST selfless things I had ever done in my life at this point. Let me tell you...I have NEVER had my hair this short in all my life. I will admit I cried...but I cried for the reason I cut my hair. I have been praying about this and knew if I was ever going to cut my hair off...it had to be for a reason...not for vanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's cut in an adorable short "bob" cut...just call me Posh. I will try to get pics up from my day of transformation...inside and out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-8546143262583443044?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/8546143262583443044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=8546143262583443044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/8546143262583443044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/8546143262583443044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-look-like-posh-spice.html' title='I look like Posh Spice...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-5248278975936881441</id><published>2008-06-12T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:44:34.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jibber Jabber</title><content type='html'>Is Graham Case getting married??? If so, I had no idea...so Graham best wishes and I am so happy for you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my birthday!!! Holy Cow I am 24!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated in a while due to the fact that we have been out of town and have indeed been busy. I just love my hubby for many many reasons but above anything...he makes me laugh and is so supportive. I have decided to run my first 5k marathon later this summer. Why? I need another thing to do. I have always pondered on doing it for quite some time and finally made the decision to do it. I've been taking my time since my right leg is weird and have to wear a band around my knee for stability. No...its not because I am near midget stature (No Jokes, Gentry). My hip got knocked out of place and it makes my knee pop and and have extra stress. I went to therapy for it a few years back because of my running....and I don't plan on going back.  Nike commercials are great inspirations (and yes, they are the best shoes and athletic wear) to keep you motivated...so don't be surprised if I start talking a like a linebacker. Any advice or comments are appreciated...I was very proud of myself last week since I am almost up to 2 miles straight. I just keep saying to myself take it slow and take "baby steps." Now all I need is Bill Murray as a trainer to keep me focused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-5248278975936881441?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/5248278975936881441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=5248278975936881441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5248278975936881441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5248278975936881441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/06/jibber-jabber.html' title='Jibber Jabber'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-3225507475311620469</id><published>2008-05-02T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:05:14.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HI HI HI!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxCMGW-Fk0U/SBsp5AYUUuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/q_tHhB7yibk/s1600-h/PAD_3987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195792654433276642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxCMGW-Fk0U/SBsp5AYUUuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/q_tHhB7yibk/s320/PAD_3987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxCMGW-Fk0U/SBspiQYUUtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PoBgC5t6nYU/s1600-h/PAD_4362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195792263591252690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxCMGW-Fk0U/SBspiQYUUtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PoBgC5t6nYU/s320/PAD_4362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxCMGW-Fk0U/SBsoGQYUUsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/O7SySBFjyJI/s1600-h/PAD_3198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195790683043287746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxCMGW-Fk0U/SBsoGQYUUsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/O7SySBFjyJI/s320/PAD_3198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm baaaaaacccckkk!!! The wedding was beautiful and full of yummy goodness. It even had Brian G and Scott slow dancing with each other at the reception. THAT'S what I call a fantastic wedding. Everything was perfect! The ceremony, the food, the CAR (which was previously owned by THE Celine Dion...you can imagine that I was indeed doing my best SNL Celine impression in the backseat). The only thing I wish was that it hadn't gone by so fast...Andy and I both agree that it seems like it didn't happen. The Honeymoon in Hawaii was just what we needed. Hawaii is such an interesting place with its slower pace. Our hotel was right on the beach with a spa, mulitple restaurants, and even had penguins in the lobby. I am very spoiled due to the fact that the fruit was freaking amazing. We travelled to the pineapple plantation and ate it right off the vine. I won't even look at pineapple in the grocery store due to the fact it is just NOT the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am back and now playing the little housewife. The house decorating is coming along very nicely and I am proud to say that we have impeccable taste. It's a work in process but it is exciting to get our home together. We still have our moments where we look at each other and question "aren't you supposed to be home at this hour?" The first few days of waking up next to each other seemed like we were doing something wrong...then we were reminded with our wedding bands. We have started rituals, especially at night, where we start cooking around 6pm. Last night I made one of our favorite meals...chicken marsala. Grilled chicken with a rosemary gravy mixed with Portebello/shitake mushrooms/capers and marsala wine...on top of fettuccini pasta...yeah....Baby can cook. We clean the kitchen together (because I have become insane about keeping the house up). Then we watch some of our favorite shows (The Office, Lost, Grey's Anatomy, various shows on foodnetwork, Dancing with the Stars...yada yada). Andy has started a new ritual of playing the new Grand Theft Auto game (while yelling "GET SOME") with me watching. He says that has officially moved me beyond "hot wife" status. I do it for the pure entertainment value of the male species and his electronics. I laugh that he says the blessing over our food and then wants to go shoot prostitutes and drug dealers...we are going to be fantastic parents one day.&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/37936194-3225507475311620469?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/3225507475311620469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=3225507475311620469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/3225507475311620469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/3225507475311620469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/05/hi-hi-hi.html' title='HI HI HI!!!!'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxCMGW-Fk0U/SBsp5AYUUuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/q_tHhB7yibk/s72-c/PAD_3987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-4589594492429746639</id><published>2008-04-01T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T06:37:54.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the FINAL countdown...</title><content type='html'>4 days people!! 4 DAAAAAYYYYSSS!! We have been under major stress the past few weeks...but the good Lord knows how to make things right! We are expecting around 300 people and I am beyond excited! Hope to see some of you there!! I will be the one in white...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-4589594492429746639?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/4589594492429746639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=4589594492429746639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/4589594492429746639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/4589594492429746639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-final-countdown.html' title='It&apos;s the FINAL countdown...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-5802326046326029231</id><published>2008-03-10T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T14:40:10.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>If any of you decide to get married...elope. Just do it. Take if from my lack of sanity right now. Less than 3 weeks people. Oh, that reminds me...PLEASE RSVP...Please? I would greatly appreciate it. Even if you are not able to make the wedding...I would greatly appreciate at least knowing so we can get a close estimate for the country club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all my furniture is being moved in 2 weeks to Andy's. I've been cleaning out storage and going through old boxes of keepsakes. Pictures, videos, programs, awards...I am telling you it is the strangest thing to see old notes from past friends and packing up folders from classes and plays. Almost brought a tear to my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been under major stress before the wedding. Andy fractured his foot and just got out of his cast today, His MOM broke her foot last week, my nana is having to go to physical therapy for her arm due to a pinched nerve, my great uncle was diagnosed with kidney cancer and Andy's grandfather was put in the hospital last night. Yeah...just a lot at one time. Just keep everybody in good prayers and thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-5802326046326029231?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/5802326046326029231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=5802326046326029231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5802326046326029231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5802326046326029231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/03/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-2920492981729130792</id><published>2008-03-08T06:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T06:54:59.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This made my heart Beat It!!</title><content type='html'>I openly admit...Michael Jackson music and dancing is my thing...I was changing channels and just caught this on MTV. It's a show about dance crews and this blew my mind...&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=FF2mi-ZvGyo"&gt;enjoy!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-2920492981729130792?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/2920492981729130792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=2920492981729130792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/2920492981729130792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/2920492981729130792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-made-my-heart-beat-it.html' title='This made my heart Beat It!!'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-5879006121673696629</id><published>2008-03-03T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T18:47:05.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You KNOW this will be going on at the reception...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=9z7t-Ox3XvU"&gt;Oh YES!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-5879006121673696629?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/5879006121673696629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=5879006121673696629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5879006121673696629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5879006121673696629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-know-this-will-be-going-on-at.html' title='You KNOW this will be going on at the reception...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-6043853957298605412</id><published>2008-02-11T21:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:48:52.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunscreen!</title><content type='html'>I had forgotten how much I loved this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=sTJ7AzBIJoI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=sTJ7AzBIJoI&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-6043853957298605412?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/6043853957298605412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=6043853957298605412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/6043853957298605412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/6043853957298605412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunscreen_9991.html' title='Sunscreen!'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-5546445806820440577</id><published>2008-02-05T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:20:36.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a state of concern...</title><content type='html'>So I am all about Vol Basketball. Since I've been working at the station...we run basketball and sometimes I get to do it. I never really CARED for basketball until I had to pay attention...and I am really liking basketball right now. I've even told Andy we need to make it to some games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, why did Tennessee decide THIS season to be awesome? What I mean is...what if we make it all the way...to the final four...on April 5, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...there it is...you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wedding!! People...nobody is gonna come to my wedding if we make it!!! I'm gonna have like 3 people at one of the most important days of my life...and that is including my bridal party!! When planning the wedding, we literally did not think of this possibility. Andy even called me after we booked EVERYTHING and voiced his concern since he had finally realized what we had done. It's terrible to think this...but am I going to be eating wedding cake by myself?? I hope people come...(big, teary cartoon eyes).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-5546445806820440577?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/5546445806820440577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=5546445806820440577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5546445806820440577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5546445806820440577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-state-of-concern.html' title='Just a state of concern...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-1316980503702902391</id><published>2008-02-03T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T06:59:49.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom knows...</title><content type='html'>He just &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=6p-AZ_axbUU"&gt;knows...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-1316980503702902391?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/1316980503702902391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=1316980503702902391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/1316980503702902391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/1316980503702902391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/02/tom-knows.html' title='Tom knows...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-8714547023263952773</id><published>2008-01-25T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T21:02:01.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Rambo!</title><content type='html'>In honor of &lt;em&gt;Rambo &lt;/em&gt;coming out this evening, Andy and I went to the shooting range. If you remember back a couple of years ago, I went to the shooting range for the first time and was quite surprised at my first try. Andy has been having an itch to own a hand gun. He feels it is right to at least have one handy and have some familiarity with handling it. I don't disagree. This could become a debate in my mind. However, after working overnights and dealing with insane people...my safety concern is getting higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have only been one time before so I was looking forward to seeing how I would do this time around. Andy has never been and has only handled shot guns before. After watching &lt;em&gt;3:10 to Yuma&lt;/em&gt; last night...it was on his mind to finally get out there and actually do it. Typical guy testosterone I guess. I am very proud to say that my honey is a natural and was shooting like a pro. He was comfortable with loading, aiming, and shooting like he had done it for years. His aim was very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off with a small hand gun (a 22 if my mind serves me) and worked up to a glock (shooting a 40). I personally like the smaller for the size and the fact that it didn't keep jamming up on me. That scared me to death and made me uncomfortable. The rush you get from actually shooting a gun is weird. It's a mixture of nervousness and adrenaline. However, my first shot on the bigger gun blasted literally through the center of our target's head. Our trainer didn't know what to say while a guy in the next lane had to make the comment "Well, you better not piss that little girl off." Thats pretty much my motto now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-8714547023263952773?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/8714547023263952773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=8714547023263952773' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/8714547023263952773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/8714547023263952773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/01/tiny-rambo.html' title='Tiny Rambo!'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-6543113621646889624</id><published>2008-01-22T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T16:37:31.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salute to Joker!</title><content type='html'>I am bummed about Heath Ledger's death...so in honor, Andy came across the extended version of &lt;em&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/em&gt; trailer. I didn't know this...but in some IMAX theaters they released a 6 minute trailer before &lt;em&gt;I am Legend&lt;/em&gt; that is awesome!!! The trailer has been removed from youtube and other sources...but you can still find it...poor quality versions...but they are still out there. The scene shows a bank robbery. Google it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-6543113621646889624?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/6543113621646889624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=6543113621646889624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/6543113621646889624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/6543113621646889624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/01/salute-to-joker.html' title='Salute to Joker!'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-1050252816008293480</id><published>2008-01-21T09:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T09:35:36.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I hate this man??</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/sp/getty/9a/fullj.getty-75557937eg024_washington_re.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my Superbowl...I am Giants all the way. I had a hard time choosing between the Packers and the Giants...I am just for whatever team can hopefully KILL the Patriots...namely Tom Brady. Andy is torn...he "kinda" wants to see the Patriots fulfill their "dynasty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smacked him upside the head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, as Zhubin correctly states, want to see the Manning dynasty. Lil Eli is adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And someone needs to tell Brady to get rid of the "1985 Spring Break Daytona Beach" haircut...seriously...I keep envisioning him in neon pink bathing shorts and plastic sunglasses.&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/37936194-1050252816008293480?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/1050252816008293480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=1050252816008293480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/1050252816008293480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/1050252816008293480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-do-i-hate-this-man.html' title='Why do I hate this man??'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-5656812467100174380</id><published>2008-01-12T13:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T14:58:19.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We about to throw 'em bows...</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you about awkward...eating lunch and having your sweet fiance's former flame walk in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't roll your eyes...you would feel awkward too!! Now maybe it wouldn't be bad in some circumstances. My darling would probably feel weird if we ran into my former flames...but I don't think it would get to him like it does me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See...girls are the most vicious creatures on the face of this planet. I rarely get into confrontations but I have in the past and have no problem verbally putting someone in their rightful place. Heck, I put my former "who I thought was my best friend" in her spot very quickly because she ran her mouth a little too much behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you want my claws to come out...just TRY to mess with my man. Maybe if I explain the situation better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are on our second date almost 2 years ago, walking into the movie theater when a car drives up and this girl is rolling down her window calling out to him. We locked eyes and we immediately had each other's number. She meets us a few minutes later and she's batting her eyes and lightly rubs his arm...and she is redheaded too...WHICH TICKS ME OFF EVEN MORE!!! I can't say anything. I just smile and give good graces because I didn't want to come off crazy just yet. It took weeks for him to confirm that was his former flame...but being a girl...I already knew. Guys, we have our own language. We master the art of setting off other estrogen tempers by the age of 9. We, as Dane Cook says, are mind ninjas. Does it become pointless? Yes, but this is the one thing that will set me off. You can call me everything under the sun...but if you come after my family...even in the slightest way...I will reach for my ninja star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to a couple of months later, we go to one of his friend's wedding. Of course, she is there....with her family. I basically got the look of death from the mother. Good times. We run into "the best friend" after we got engaged and she has to assure Andy she is gonna tell the chick "hi" for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is nice...but its that "I am nice cause I kinda have to be nice." See, she is the girl that liked him since they were like 13 years old. From what I understand, she chased him for YEARS but he just really couldn't like her in that way. They never were a couple but that doesn't matter, it is enough. Every girl has that ONE guy from school. But when one moves on...you really get over it. You grow out of it...very fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I happen to just look outside while at lunch and see her come in. I slowly turn my head and start leaning for my straw while mumbling "is that you know who?" His face drops and gives a slow nod. We look down and I try pretending I am reading something...like an imaginary receipt. She comes up and gently and playfully nudges his shoulder...I then jump over the table, claws out, and begin dragging her by the hair through the salad bar...smothering her big head in the blue cheese dressing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I snap back from my fantasy and force a smile. She then went on asking about the wedding and she knows my work history...Andy keeps looking at me to make sure my eyes aren't taking some cat color on (I guess he thought I was gonna resemble Michael Jackson from "Thriller" when he turns into the werewolf...haha...GET AWAY!!). It's all good to say hi and keep it light...just dont...touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, before she leaves...she has to rub his shoulder for a quick second. THATS when my eyes finally turned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or is this understandable?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-5656812467100174380?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/5656812467100174380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=5656812467100174380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5656812467100174380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5656812467100174380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-about-to-throw-em-bows.html' title='We about to throw &apos;em bows...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-4274706805551456622</id><published>2008-01-06T14:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T14:20:41.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caution...</title><content type='html'>The following youtube link has a little language but I haven't laughed this hard in like....24 hours. Props to my sister for finding this because we are actually Celine Dion Fans. Please enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=zQrcNujVTPA"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=zQrcNujVTPA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-4274706805551456622?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/4274706805551456622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=4274706805551456622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/4274706805551456622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/4274706805551456622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2008/01/caution.html' title='Caution...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-8068942050963331933</id><published>2007-12-31T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T08:02:44.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nope</title><content type='html'>Nope, I do not like Tom Brady...I know he is a great quaterback...but he just bothers me. Here is a topic up for debate...If Manning and Brady were to fight...who would win?? My money is on the guy who makes great commercials...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discuss...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-8068942050963331933?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/8068942050963331933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=8068942050963331933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/8068942050963331933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/8068942050963331933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/12/nope.html' title='Nope'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-7830224650141992903</id><published>2007-12-27T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T17:06:49.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring it!!</title><content type='html'>I had a wonderful Christmas! But onto the real stuff...yes I know you are tired of hearing about the wedding but...3 MONTHS!!!!!!!! My first shower is this weekend! I love registries! I'm enjoying this time but Andy and I are both at a point where we are just ready to get this going...I'm ready to be on a plane to Hawaii with my new hubby. Laying on the beach, eating fantastic food, exploring the islands...and of course...yeah...I'm definitely implying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preparation for a wedding is insane and I fully understand why people either elope or have small ceremonies...it is SO much! Trust me...Andy wanted it that way. Do you understand invitation etiquette??? Yeah, me neither. But knowing me I have to have the elaborate affair. So as my dad says "lets get this party started."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-7830224650141992903?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/7830224650141992903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=7830224650141992903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/7830224650141992903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/7830224650141992903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/12/bring-it.html' title='Bring it!!'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-3519678097395969486</id><published>2007-12-22T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:32:12.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And we think WE got talent??</title><content type='html'>Carrie Underwood is talented and all...but seriously...this takes it to a whole new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't cry (like I did)...you are a robot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=NLF9iEXnBRo"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=NLF9iEXnBRo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-3519678097395969486?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/3519678097395969486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=3519678097395969486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/3519678097395969486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/3519678097395969486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-we-think-we-got-talent.html' title='And we think WE got talent??'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-6427664571206878326</id><published>2007-12-17T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T07:34:29.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No No, I am Legend...</title><content type='html'>I was surprised...I only covered my eyes a few times during &lt;em&gt;I am Legend.&lt;/em&gt;  I enjoyed it. Oscar worthy? No, of course not...but I enjoyed the 100 minutes. The movie will make you want to get a German Shepherd, take your vitamins, and be advocates FOR animal testing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anywho, thats enough of that...I was pumped to finally see the official Batman trailer. The money is worth that. I believe I posted before that if we can get past Jack Nicholson being the ultimate Joker (which he is) for one second then we can enjoy this Joker. My prediction in believing Heath Ledger pulling off this character came true! And Christian (we are on a first name basis now) is gonna be back to a much cooler character, of course. Batman is the ultimate hero...of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, Andy shook me up a bit with his comment. After the movie, he said he wasn't THAT excited about seeing my...I mean...&lt;em&gt;The&lt;/em&gt; Dark Knight. It only looked "ok." He isn't as pumped about this one than he was the first movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, in return, pondered if I was going to be showing up at the church on April 5, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he forget that I tried making a Catwoman suit out of those black plastic garbage bags when I was 8 years old?? Seriously...I did...ask my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and thank Scott for posting the trailer on his blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-6427664571206878326?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/6427664571206878326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=6427664571206878326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/6427664571206878326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/6427664571206878326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-no-i-am-legend.html' title='No No, I am Legend...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-6245790956519943470</id><published>2007-12-16T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T01:27:25.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Brightener...</title><content type='html'>If you have not seen the "dramatic chipmunk" video on youtube...I suggest you stop and go watch all the renditions of it (Bond, Kill Bill, etc...). Maybe I am way behind but THIS just makes my day a bit better. They are short posts but absolutely worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-6245790956519943470?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/6245790956519943470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=6245790956519943470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/6245790956519943470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/6245790956519943470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-brightener.html' title='Day Brightener...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-1579906509255409530</id><published>2007-12-12T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T18:58:05.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Challenge</title><content type='html'>I am setting a new challenge for me. Why? So I can add one more incredibly insane thing to my list of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am setting a diet challenge for myself. To start...I, in no way, think I am fat or needing to lose some insane amount of weight. Currently I weigh 108 lbs. Yes, that is small. I am small. This is a diet for how I want to feel and tone up. A great cleansing diet for more energy and better muscle mass for my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of it is for wedding...of course...but also just for my own concentration and personal discipline. I currently drink only water, a diet green tea every now and then, and milk. I've been doing this for quite some time and I can tell you I dropped a few pounds just by cutting out caffeine. An occassional Starbucks is ok...but when you can strive on just water and be ok everyday...it helps out beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More exercise is another goal...I have fallen off the wagon the past couple of months and you can tell a difference in your body when you do. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting back on sweets is the hardest thing for me since I have the biggest sweet tooth (one word or two??) in the world. Chocolate is the best thing in my opinion and have no problem eating it all day (I don't but I could). This is hard but portion control is the biggest key when you can spread out smaller healthier meals through out the day instead of 3 big meals. This will control my urge to splurge on sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast: I never skip breakfast...a healthy bran cereal with fruit is my trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretching in the morning. I don't put this in the same realm as exercise because, in my opinion, flexibility is key in any healthy routine and maintaining great posture and endurance through out the day. I was an ice skater for years and gained incredible flexibility...I have no intention of ever losing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to bed early. I caught bad habits of staying up late because of college and I am trying to kick that habit. I am setting a bedtime and making sure I go to bed with a clear mind. I have a tendency to stay up later than I should just thinking of things that I can deal with later. Bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More prayer and meditation. Taking time to pray and then adding a few minutes on top of that to just clear your mind does wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are these are minor but making it go for the long haul is the challenge. Feeling better always puts an extra spring in your step.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-1579906509255409530?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/1579906509255409530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=1579906509255409530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/1579906509255409530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/1579906509255409530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/12/challenge.html' title='The Challenge'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-8263679810107010163</id><published>2007-12-09T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T21:09:47.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Delight!</title><content type='html'>So hopefully I will get to see &lt;em&gt;I Am Legend&lt;/em&gt; next weekend. I have no idea how I will react to this movie. My mind tells me I won't be scared but my gut...well not looking good. If there is anything remotely scary/suspenseful...I freak out. But we will see. Opening weekend for hyped up movies are always fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy is gone this week to Las Vegas with his family for his brother's birthday. This will be my week to get some loose ends tied up for wedding stuff and get organized. At least, this is the plan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out: &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=nm2o-NI7fLk"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=nm2o-NI7fLk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!! It might be bad BUT &lt;em&gt;Get Smart&lt;/em&gt; was one of my favorite shows to watch when Nick at Nite was first really big. I would watch Bewitched, Get Smart, Dragnet and then at least try to watch Alfred Hitchcock's show. These shows remind me of when I would stay the night at my grandparents' house. I would just curl up in their bed and watch these shows. It was always freakishly cold but good memories are worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-8263679810107010163?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/8263679810107010163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=8263679810107010163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/8263679810107010163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/8263679810107010163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/12/movie-delight.html' title='Movie Delight!'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-9086747394066491040</id><published>2007-12-06T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T21:24:56.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The winter air is cold...and bitter...</title><content type='html'>If you haven't had the chance to read Joe's blog   (&lt;a href="http://www.heyitsjoe.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.heyitsjoe.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;) I HIGHLY suggest you do so....I have been having a hard time with the church that my family has been visiting the past year or so. His post, which derives from another friend's blog and observations on modern church society, is pretty much right on point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start off that I was personally raised in a very, VERY tiny church that my grandfather is a Deacon in. I never had much of a youth group but the simplicity and graciousness of my church raised to me to appreciate the Word of God instead of the glitter that churches now feel they have to decorate all around. I feel that churches now have to do this in order to achieve some kind of "hip" relevance with modern society. I have a big problem with this. My sister and I have had discussions of these issues since we have witnessed corruption...no....complete ARROGANCE and BLINDNESS of a church that takes money and status over the congregation. Wait...no...the absolute truth of what a church should be about. And it is not just about the monstrous churches...but seriously...where do we go wrong??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on about what we have witnessed but I have to hold back my anger and focus it toward making a change within ME. It is not the church's fault but the growing ignorance of people like me who may think that just because a "church" says so...that makes it right. I am by far not perfect in my walk with Jesus Christ. As I sit here my eyes are tearing up because I can see my own faults and my constant neglect towards Him. My focus can easily be distracted and my personal relationship with Him has been cut off to some extent. When my time comes, I will not be standing with a congregation. I will be standing alone and I will see the life that I lived. Maybe this is "Fire and Brimstone" type of thinking but it breaks my heart to see the decisions I have made this far. I think of my words that I have expressed to people, the actions I should have taken, the actions I should NOT have taken, the thoughts of personal gain that burn my brain, the hand I should have lended...the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess maybe the only thing  I can ask is just to whisper a small prayer for me...like I should always do for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-9086747394066491040?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/9086747394066491040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=9086747394066491040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/9086747394066491040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/9086747394066491040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/12/winter-air-is-coldand-bitter.html' title='The winter air is cold...and bitter...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-3055553994770562444</id><published>2007-12-02T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T21:47:10.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay Okay...</title><content type='html'>Maybe that was a cheap shot...but the movie clip still cracks me up. I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving way on...Andy's family was gracious enough to have me do a live remote at their dealership on Friday with the radio station. I was nervous about this one since I wanted to do my best for them.  They really wanted me to be able to branch out since it usually is one of the full-time personalities that do the remotes of this size. But the family requested me so I could keep on proving myself...made me tear up a little. I feel very fortunate to have another family that supports as much as my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note that is somewhat related...I have a thing for nostalgic antiques and style images from the 30's- early 50's. The style, feel, attitude...those eras are just the coolest! When I was at the dealership, I was lucky to get to see Andy's grandfather's 1932 Ford that he fully restored a couple of years ago...absolutely breathtaking. It made me want to jump in some peekaboo pumps and put my hair in curls...and pucker up my lips with red lipstick (which I do most days...thankyouverymuch). Our generation, in my opinion, has come to really appreciate that generation...our grandparents' generation. You can look around in fashion, music, and television and see throwbacks to those eras...and they will never come close to authenticity. It makes me wonder what my grandchildren will appreciate from right now. My Ipod?? Eh..could be. Kanye West?? Brian Gentry, I will hurt you if you say my grandchildren will appreciate "Mr. West?" Maybe it will be my blog!! I can handle that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding? I just want to be Kate Beckinsale in &lt;em&gt;Pearl Harbor...&lt;/em&gt;without being pregnant with Josh Hartnett's baby...and definitely without Ben Affleck. I just wanted her wardrobe...and put Andy in a military suit...SOLD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-3055553994770562444?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/3055553994770562444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=3055553994770562444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/3055553994770562444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/3055553994770562444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/12/okay-okay.html' title='Okay Okay...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-3538520096370673316</id><published>2007-11-23T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T21:35:05.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You people always wonder why Paige and I never worked out; well...she was crazy.</title><content type='html'>At first, I was shocked then I kinda snickered to myself...because it actually is kinda true. He's right. But when you deal with someone who constantly acts like, what I can only compare to, Michael Keaton's "Four" clone from the move &lt;em&gt;Multiplicity&lt;/em&gt;....then I think you can all understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0C8dG6MCtZo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0C8dG6MCtZo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-3538520096370673316?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/3538520096370673316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=3538520096370673316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/3538520096370673316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/3538520096370673316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-people-always-wonder-why-paige-and.html' title='You people always wonder why Paige and I never worked out; well...she was crazy.'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-4235472269741870642</id><published>2007-11-19T19:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:28:22.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the thoughts for my cousin. He has been released and is doing alright as of now. So thumbs up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend before last, I was asked to be the mc for the comedian Bill Engvall (might have seen him on Comedy Central, CMT, HBO...a great comedian in my opinion) at the Civic Auditorium. The auditorium was packed and once I walked on stage...I was strangely calm. Andy was backstage nervous and stuff. I thought that was adorable  since I questioned WHY he was nervous. His reply was an even more adorable "cause I kept thinking thats my baby out there while I snapped pictures of you in front of all these people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I went with my mother who is helping a friend start off another home shopping network. She has no intention of keeping up with this since our business and she really doesn't want to go back to TV. She was a host for 7 years and got incredibly burned out and decided she needed a change a few years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, this was interesting since I was in front of MILLIONS and talking like I was a veteran. I started to think that this is strange since I talk on radio in front of  thousands every week and still get little butterflies right before I go on...but on TV...not so much. I remember a few months ago my boss actually asked if I had ever considered tv. Not...really. Well, maybe I have (because I was practically raised around it) but I don't have a passion for news. It would have to be something I really enjoy. Some have said the backhanded compliment "Wow, you really don't have a face for radio."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't take that complimentary as some other people might...thats just me. Sure it's nice to hear you are attractive but I'd like to think I'm worth more than that.  I would rather hear costructive criticism or praise on my voice and technique than to get by on a wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my female rights blog...onto the fun stuff. I finished our Christmas tree. The Grinch tree is up at Andy's and I am beyond proud. When I get a chance, I will post a picture because it rocks my world. I did Seuss very proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, countdown begins...4 months. From here on out it is chaos since the holidays then the first of my estimated 8 showers begin. Yes, as of now we have 8 showers. This is going to be insane!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-4235472269741870642?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/4235472269741870642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=4235472269741870642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/4235472269741870642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/4235472269741870642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/11/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-3044504962222869315</id><published>2007-11-13T14:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T14:28:41.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>I'm asking for you guys to keep my cousin in your thoughts and prayers. Over the weekend, he came home and complained of some really bad head pains. After a while, he ended up passing out and having seizures. He was unconscious for quite some time. He was rushed to children's hospital and I can vouch that his status was scary. I actually went back to see him and talk to him  and the sight of him not being able to speak, spontaneously shivering, and rolling his eyes was quite horrific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out he has two blood clots on his brain and one on his brain stem. As of now, he is fully conscious but he is being transferred to university hospital for more tests. He is literally a walking miracle...at 13 years old. The doctors told him that if this had happened to someone older...they would not be alive. There are still some open possibilities to what may have triggered these problems but nothing is conclusive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep him mind since he has a long way to go before he can be fully well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-3044504962222869315?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/3044504962222869315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=3044504962222869315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/3044504962222869315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/3044504962222869315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/11/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-2898248319308606363</id><published>2007-11-04T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T11:00:55.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Man!!</title><content type='html'>Go see &lt;em&gt;American Gangster&lt;/em&gt; and you will understand why I am saying "my man" all the time. The movie is pretty raw and intense and is definitely not for younger eyes...but it solidifies why Denzel Washington is one of the greatest actors this generation will EVER see. Crowe is pretty strong...I can predict Oscar nods for these two fellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and I just saw Apollo 13 for the first time over the weekend...I know...you don't have to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...it's the final countdown til wedding day!! Five months!! My dress finally came in. I am picking it up this afternoon and I am pumped beyond imagination. I ordered it back in the summer and it has finally arrived! My dress was the easiest decision I have ever made in my life. It was the first dress I saw online, the first dress I picked out and the first dress I tried on. I looked at my mom and said "Well, that was easy." It is just...so me. An elegant throwback to glamorous "Old Hollywood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I ever mentioned our final decision for our Honeymoon. Have I?? Well anyways, Andy's parents decided our big wedding gift from them would be our choice of Honeymoon. We finally decided on 10 days in Hawaii. We both haven't been and find it to be the best bet. I can't wait. Andy and I eat tons of sushi and we are looking forward to the fresh food in Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding cake tasting was a huge success....we couldn't decide on the flavor so we are using all of them. Every layer of my wedding cake is going to be a different flavor. From red velvet to creme brulee...it has all my favorites. And of course, the groom's cake is going to be quite spectacular. Fox Den knows how to do it right...I am pumped for the food tasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH gosh!! I'm excited!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-2898248319308606363?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/2898248319308606363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=2898248319308606363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/2898248319308606363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/2898248319308606363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-man.html' title='My Man!!'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-1193442003523808301</id><published>2007-10-21T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T13:41:30.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let me just say...</title><content type='html'>Baby can cook! I would like to take a teaspoon of arrogance and say that I can definitely mix it up in the kitchen. The past 2 years or so I have really been trying to brush up on my culinary skills. Nothing over the top but I like to dabble in some cooking. I can't get enough of the foodnetwork (I worked the overnight shifts so this was the only thing that was decent on television. Paula Deen, and yes it is spelled D-E-E-N, saved me many nights). I like Paula since she has the same future name as yours truly...only spelled D-E-A-N if you must know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Everyday Italian girl used to bother me...now I adore her. And they have a neat show that takes people into small towns and big cities to show Diners at their best. They actually came to K-town!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, Andy wasn't feeling great so I whipped up some fresh chili (I hate beer but if you add it to the ground cooked beef...Yum Yum Yum) and made a milk chocolate bar cake. Sound delicious?? Trust me...it is! This is one of my family's favorite desserts that was actually introduced by a close friend of my mom so we call it "June" cake. It takes some time but when you can get in your car and run over Hershey candy bars to make the crumbles for the icing...I call that just plain fun. Neighbors may think you are crazy but it gets the job done. Above all, I got to break in my new fire red Kitchen-Aid stand mixer that was an early wedding gift...this device is heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I gotta think of some Halloween treats for the nephews.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-1193442003523808301?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/1193442003523808301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=1193442003523808301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/1193442003523808301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/1193442003523808301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/10/let-me-just-say.html' title='let me just say...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-8118059325510687611</id><published>2007-10-18T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T05:23:16.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Update:</title><content type='html'>-wedding planning much easier...NEEDING ADDRESSES!!!&lt;br /&gt;-seems everyone is fighting some sort of allergy/sinus/cold....including myself.&lt;br /&gt;-I get to go to a luncheon and hear Pat Summit speak (I think this is pretty awesome since public speaking was what I practically majored in...kinda).&lt;br /&gt;-getting into slender shape (didn't need to lose much in the first place but extra room is always nice).&lt;br /&gt;-I am loving the foodnetwork.&lt;br /&gt;-I hate males who think it is appropriate to "cat call" on females (don't do it...but I don't think anyone who reads this is socially handicapped. I seriously want to yell explitives at them). This could be my #1 pet peeve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-8118059325510687611?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/8118059325510687611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=8118059325510687611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/8118059325510687611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/8118059325510687611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-update.html' title='Little Update:'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-7895630591955404845</id><published>2007-10-05T21:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T21:19:06.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey You GUUUUUUUUUUUUYSSSS!!</title><content type='html'>I have a confession...I just watched &lt;em&gt;The Goonies&lt;/em&gt; for the first time in all of my 23 years of life. I almost feel like my childhood has been completed. Now I won't give people weird looks when they say "Hey, you guys" or mention the truffle shuffle. Andy made it a goal for me to finally sit down and watch the movie from start to finish. Pretty humorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I guess it is time for &lt;em&gt;The Sandlot...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-7895630591955404845?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/7895630591955404845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=7895630591955404845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/7895630591955404845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/7895630591955404845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-you-guuuuuuuuuuuuyssss.html' title='Hey You GUUUUUUUUUUUUYSSSS!!'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-1752101943435339431</id><published>2007-09-12T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T09:16:01.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They know that Santa is on his way....</title><content type='html'>Man, Nat King Cole and the other "Crooners" know how to get the Christmas spirit flying. As I am writing this, I'm listening to a new Christmas cd that I bought. Let me tell you "Crooners Sing Christmas" is the best cd ever. Buy it if you can find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I am fully aware that it is September but nothing calms my nerves better than Christmas music sung by Frank, Deano, Cole and others. The past few weeks have been a bit stressful for me and I'm trying to find things that take the "edge" off.  Some choose tequilla while...well... for me "The Christmas Song" does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always start getting excited about the holidays in the late summer. I can start to feel that fantastic Autumn weather that is hiding around the corner. The wind blows different. The sunlight even seems brighter (I never understood that). It always changes within a day. You walk outside in the morning and you just know it is different. Soon we will start to see those bright leaves start to fall (in a spectrum of my favorite colors). The mall is already opening up the seasonal stores...which I have already found the kind of tree theme I would love to decorate Andy's house with (bright green and red....almost a Dr. Seuss kind of theme with accents for my Grinch). I'm excited for the annual events and going to church. THE MOVIES that always come on tv. I'm just ready...really ready for this year. I've already had to make a promise to Andy that I wouldn't work on holidays this year (the workaholic in me got the best last year). Yes, sir...I'm already full of that Christmas cheer...and football season just started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just been stressed lately with all the wedding planning that the little things just make you see that it is not worth it. My family (particularly my mother who I do love) have had some tiffs that just bum me out...and I am just trying to look past the details. From what I have gotten from previous brides, these tiffs are completely normal and mine are rather mild compared to others. Some stories I have heard are just insane. I just hate that this is stressig me and my family out beyond neccessary. I know it will work out...just get me to April. A great halfway point is of course Christmas!! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-1752101943435339431?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/1752101943435339431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=1752101943435339431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/1752101943435339431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/1752101943435339431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/09/they-know-that-santa-is-on-his-way.html' title='They know that Santa is on his way....'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-5297819949621022400</id><published>2007-07-29T13:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T13:51:54.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These guys....SO at my wedding....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=hMnk7lh9M3o"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=hMnk7lh9M3o&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-5297819949621022400?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/5297819949621022400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=5297819949621022400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5297819949621022400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5297819949621022400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/07/these-guysso-at-my-wedding.html' title='These guys....SO at my wedding....'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-8780457050810500358</id><published>2007-07-28T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T11:08:51.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While you are googling over The Simpsons...</title><content type='html'>I'm getting pumped for Batman. Thanks to my honey for finding some leaked trailers...there are some on youtube but my mind might explode...one dose of awesomeness at a time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ifitsmovies.com/"&gt;http://www.ifitsmovies.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-8780457050810500358?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/8780457050810500358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=8780457050810500358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/8780457050810500358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/8780457050810500358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/07/while-you-are-googling-over-simpsons.html' title='While you are googling over The Simpsons...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-1562073358633998231</id><published>2007-07-19T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:05:15.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time goes by...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxCMGW-Fk0U/Rp_nTRUE_CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hhNQa4oLnx0/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089040422203096098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxCMGW-Fk0U/Rp_nTRUE_CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hhNQa4oLnx0/s320/scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is one of our engagement pictures. This one is not my favorite but it definitely shines from the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realized how insane I have been the past couple of weeks just by looking at my previous (the one about my sister was for my nephew who insisted I write a joke for my sister/his mother). Of course my wedding date is not April 5, 2007. Stupid typing (and lack of sanity). The wedding date is proposed to be April 5, 2008. After coming home from vacation we just decided there was no reason (except for having a pretty cool wedding date like 8-8-08) to wait over a year to get married. But that hasn't been officially decided yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one warned me how incredibly stressful planning something as important as a wedding can be. The main decisions have been made but you get all these details that are thrown at you like big snowballs. The wedding party hasn't been officially asked but we have an idea and there are still some things we have to work out in order for our wedding party to be official. With the expected size of the wedding, you can't really be lazy with details or it will all fall apart...but in the end...years from now we won't be worrying about it at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really is such an exciting thing. I am excited about our relationship in particular. The wedding aspect is wonderful but Andy and I have really grown as a couple the past couple of months (even before the engagement). I can honestly tell you that I could not have asked for a more perfect match than with him. I'm kinda tearing up just thinking about it. He balances me spiritually, mentally, and of course emotionally. We have decided to do the premarital counseling with the church starting after Christmas. I personally wanted to do this because our foundation is in the church and find it important to really concentrate on the marriage and to really dig deep with our faith. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am getting really excited...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-1562073358633998231?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/1562073358633998231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=1562073358633998231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/1562073358633998231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/1562073358633998231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-goes-by.html' title='Time goes by...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxCMGW-Fk0U/Rp_nTRUE_CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hhNQa4oLnx0/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-8245794718827272890</id><published>2007-07-03T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T16:30:50.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wedding date=April 5, 2007 (cross fingers that church approves the date)&lt;br /&gt;Bridal Gown= check&lt;br /&gt;Bridesmaid dresses=check&lt;br /&gt;Bridal Party=check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sanity=MIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-8245794718827272890?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/8245794718827272890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=8245794718827272890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/8245794718827272890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/8245794718827272890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/07/wedding-dateapril-5-2007-cross-fingers.html' title=''/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-6951120016105483218</id><published>2007-06-29T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T11:37:03.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Into Patara</title><content type='html'>Caught you sis...you never told me you read my blog and have it on your favorites. You should know better than to talk about what websites you have in front of my nephews....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas told me what you did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so  ha  ha ha  ha!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-6951120016105483218?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/6951120016105483218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=6951120016105483218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/6951120016105483218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/6951120016105483218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-into-patara.html' title='So Into Patara'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-5387363991872943826</id><published>2007-06-27T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T07:45:57.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah...about that....</title><content type='html'>Back from vacation.  It was great and fun. We actually had our engagement pictures taken on the beach which was perfect. Wedding still on...but that whole post about getting things done..yeah...not so much. We believe we are changing the date to earlier. May 10th is the projected new date.  So far all our vendors are flexible so that is a real blessing. The whole 8-8-08 thing kinda got on my nerves after a while and it really is a long way from now...so May is looking good. But engagement...it freakin' rocks. We are gonna be registering in the next few months. Andy and I are getting excited because we really just want to walk into our stores and shoot anything we like with those cool registry guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy and I are in the middle of picking a honeymoon destination...and our picks are all over the place. We are very lucky because our honeymoon is actually going to be the wedding gift from his parents. I think it is amazing that they are doing that and it is very kind of them. We like The Atlantis, Bahamas, Greece (my pick), Ireland (Andy's pick) and Hawaii. We just don't know what to do. We love all our picks really and they are all so different. A lady in our neighborhood (and friend to my mom) is a travel agent so we are counting on her for the best deals and suggestions. The price ranges for these places are all over the place so who knows where we are ending up. Probably Gatlinburg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-5387363991872943826?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/5387363991872943826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=5387363991872943826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5387363991872943826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5387363991872943826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/06/yeahabout-that.html' title='Yeah...about that....'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-7699547480511131838</id><published>2007-06-12T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T16:16:31.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Bridey wit it...nahnahnahnahnahnah....</title><content type='html'>Thanks to those of you who sent kind wishes, emails, and phone calls in regards to the engagement. We are both very excited and I am looking forward to sharing the planning process and hopefully the wedding with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have been a wedding planner because my theme of it is "Get it done." I made a vow to not become the dreaded "Bridezilla" since the wedding won't even compare to my married life with Andy. I've become very easy going about the details and things are already booked (in days time keep in mind). Church...done. Reception venue/catering...done. Florist...done. Wedding party...done. Cake Lady....done. Wedding dress...I think it is done. I see it, I like it...I want to get it over with and book it. My wedding date is a popular one for next year so I just don't want to deal with conflict. It may sound impulsive but in the end it really won't matter. I am just never one to sit and really ponder over things like this...heck...I really didn't think I would get married before 30. I do care but see no point in pulling my hair over details. Besides, it's a few hours of my life and I will be glowing regardless of things. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few hours to spare yesterday so I went by myself to look at dresses (yes, I know I have plenty of time). I think it was the best for me. Some girls love to take a whole gang of gals but I get things out of the way much faster and don't like to waste time going from dress to dress. I just want things out of the way so it won't gang up on me. I'm like this when it comes to projects...and this is one heck of a project for me. I literally walked in the store...did a quick skim through, tried on the first dress and looked at the girl and said "well, that was easy." So the madre will be going back with me tomorrow...on my birthday!! I am very excited about her seeing it. Chances are she will cry but we will get past that. I called her and she kept saying to wait. She wants to go to Atlanta and maybe Nashville...but...I don't really want to deal with it. We will see. She may win this battle in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has any references for photogs and videographers...I would really appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-7699547480511131838?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/7699547480511131838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=7699547480511131838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/7699547480511131838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/7699547480511131838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/06/getting-bridey-wit-itnahnahnahnahnahnah.html' title='Getting Bridey wit it...nahnahnahnahnahnah....'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-5175325336948066650</id><published>2007-06-09T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T23:17:15.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A boring post...maybe?</title><content type='html'>It is almost 2am and I can't sleep. I have been working everyday and my time with Andy was at the minimum. I get a phone call today from my friend, asking if Andy and I would like to meet her and her husband for dinner. I was all for it and told her that would not be a problem. I hang up and call Andy who says I needed to be at his house after I got off work (which was at 7) so I had to call Katelyn back and tell her it had to be later but we could still meet for dinner. I was very suspicious of what was going on. Things weren't adding up because there was no real reason for why I had to drive out to his house after I got off work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go on with my day...go to lunch with Sarah Janney expressing my suspicions about Andy's demeanor, I go to work which seemed to last forever (I'm very tired from working 8 days straight and my voice was about to go out). A few minutes after 7:00, I headed to Andy's house and finally pull into the driveway. I get out and Andy comes out to the garage looking like the stud I know him to be and says to come in. I immediately notice how clean the house is and a small package on the counter. My birthday is coming up next Wednesday and he simply says he couldn't wait to give me my gift. I open the box and it's a Coach box (I am highly obsessed with purses and accessories and Coach is one of my favorites). At this point I am beyond confusion because this is going against what I was originally thinking of what was going to happen. I open the box and it is this AMAZING silver with diamond Coach watch that is shining like a beam of light. Well...I am just completely stunned and just so gracious...but still confused. He couldn't wait to give me a watch 4 days before my birthday??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...he then tells me to read what is on the back of the watch...and inscribed is "Will You Marry Me? Love Andy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears, people...TEARS started to come to my eyes and before I could say anything...Andy is on his knee taking my hand and holding a YELLOW DIAMOND RING IN HIS HAND. I'm starting to fight the urge to cry while he is saying my full name and popping the question. I couldn't really look at him cause his baby blue eyes are looking at me and HE is starting tear up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I said YES!!!! We had our moment then we were both on the phone to family and friends expressing our joy and spreading the news. It was an amazing night and we did meet our friends for dinner for a delicious dinner with great laughs and celebration. We stopped by my grandparents' house and my Nana had made us an apple crisp dessert and gave us our first wedding gift (which is making me cry right now). My parents showed up at the restaurant and then of course we headed to Andy's parents' house. We were pretty much out til after midnight stopping to see family and close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to state that I knew the engagement was coming at some point soon since we had been working with a jeweler (a friend of the family that is in NYC). Andy wanted me to be apart of that process since he had no idea what I would like and doesn't know much about jewelry. I had no problem with that but I insisted on never seeing the ring and that the rest was up to him. I thought maybe on our beach trip...but he picked an absolutely incredible time (he literally could not wait that long) and I was truly surprised. He planned this and had already asked my father for permision and both sides of the family knew what was going on. Today (or yesterday technically) is actually his grandparent's anniversary...so this makes it very special. The ring is absolutely stunning, the watch is stunning and will be significant in our family since it is the defining moment of our family being officially started. I really dig that and the creativity it took! It is our first family heirloom and will hopefully be passed down to our children!!! Baby did good. Baby did &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am absolutely shocked and I am incredibly happy to be marrying the man that I have literally wished for all of my life. God sent this angel at the most perfect time in my life. So get ready folks...the date is set on August 8, 2008!!! I am the future Mrs. Dean!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-5175325336948066650?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/5175325336948066650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=5175325336948066650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5175325336948066650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/5175325336948066650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/06/boring-postmaybe.html' title='A boring post...maybe?'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-9161122722362230664</id><published>2007-06-08T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T13:12:26.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um...where are you guys? Is my blog that dumb?? Should I quit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-9161122722362230664?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/9161122722362230664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=9161122722362230664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/9161122722362230664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/9161122722362230664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/06/uno.html' title=''/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-735666644567037164</id><published>2007-06-05T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T08:50:21.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Ok, since coming off the overnight shift (Thank you, Lord)  I thought I would have a little down time. You know, having my one shift on Sundays and occassionally filling in since summer is starting. No...it doesn't even quite work that way. I am working every single night this week during the prime hours of 7-midnight (filling in for one of hottest share times), they have me training a guy that will be taking over my old overnight shift (seriously, I am TRAINING now) and just got a phone call saying they want me on Saturdays doing midday slots for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is the down fall. Sort of. I have worked there for two years now. My pay is absolutely horrific. The past couple of weeks I have had to analyze if this job was going anywhere. I never understood people who took minimal jobs and were truly happy until I got this job. I love what I do and what I love most is that I worked very hard to get this job. The man I am training is in mid to later forties and has dreamed of working at our station for years and never was given the opportunity until I gave up my shift. I had to really ration out that feeling for him. He is just incredibly proud to just be under the name of our station. And last night while training him, I felt proud because it really showed how much of an influence we are to people in this country. We win every single radio award you can imagine. I know...this sounds dramatic like I am saving African children (which I am working on) but I really love what I do. Sure, I have my days where I wish I was at home or with Andy but there are sparks of enjoyment even on those days. I still mess up and think I sound ridiculous on the radio. Even if the pay sucks, it still makes me happy when some of the most influential people in this industry (and I mean people who are truly considered industry gold) trust me and tell me how dependable and hardworking I am. That is really all I ever wanted to prove myself as in whatever job I had. Talent is always debatable but tenacity and dependability is not. Who knows where this is going? I don't even want to know. But it's just nice to come full circle after having some letdowns the past couple of weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-735666644567037164?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/735666644567037164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=735666644567037164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/735666644567037164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/735666644567037164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/06/radio-thoughts.html' title='Radio Thoughts'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-8885461360207843796</id><published>2007-06-03T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T08:12:11.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication to BG!</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a very interesting dream involving almost every single person I have ever met. Literally. For some reason, I was travelling and ended up going to the church Andy was brought up in. It is a huge church and they were having this service. I was wearing green and ended up holding my puppy during the service. Andy's friends were all there making conversation about me. Towards the end of the service, people were forming lines on both sides to work up to the microphone to either give a testimony or sing. I look to my left and see that Brian Gentry is lined up behind Clay Aiken. Clay is about to start singing, this beautiful melody is starting, when Brian Gentry (using the famous Brian face) stops Clay Aiken by saying "Dude, you have had your suit all messed up in the back this entire time" and shoves Clay to sit down. Random...yes. But man, just seeing the classic Brian face and the tone of voice...I miss that. I laughed in my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-8885461360207843796?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/8885461360207843796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=8885461360207843796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/8885461360207843796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/8885461360207843796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/06/dedication-to-bg.html' title='Dedication to BG!'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-4922049671165740612</id><published>2007-06-01T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T15:10:23.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody Stop Me!!</title><content type='html'>Since I have a Borders reward card, I am constantly getting coupons for books. This only makes me go back and buy more books instead of waiting when I finish the book I am currently on (they put expiration dates on these things within days of getting them). I am in desperate need for some more book suggestions. Feel free to post away!! Please? I trust you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Borders...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-4922049671165740612?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/4922049671165740612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=4922049671165740612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/4922049671165740612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/4922049671165740612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/06/somebody-stop-me.html' title='Somebody Stop Me!!'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-390781567494653543</id><published>2007-05-31T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T06:38:34.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Overnight</title><content type='html'>This Saturday will be my last overnight position at the station...forever! The past couple of months I have been toiling over the actual safety of me being in a building by myself in the area of our station...not too safe. In the past couple of weeks, we have had breakins in the parking lot, homeless people are living nearly 500 feet away from the doors and have been wondering in the parking lot themselves, I don't trust having to keep an eye on EVERY door in the building to make sure they are securely shut. I've been going back and forth on this decision for some time now. It is bitter sweet because I love what I do and I hate losing hours and airtime but figured safety and peace of mind will always win over the argument. A year ago, I was sitting in the station when the door flew open at 3 am in the morning and two guys walked in...that I have never seen in my life. It turned out to be one of the producers showing his buddy around the building but you can imagine me being scared to death and the actual level of uncertainty that ran through my mind. My level of comfort slowly dwindled after this circumstance and I am very please with my decision to quit the overnight. I still cover all the time and I have a set time every Sunday...but I just hate that I lose that air time. Ah, something will come around...at least I can have my Friday nights back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different subject...I am going to state that I think Fox News is absolutely...ridiculous. I hate media-bias news networks. CNN is not my favorite either but man...at least they didn't spend what seemed like an eternity on Rosie leaving The View. They acted like complete fools in front of the nation and having the most embarrassing guests to discuss their happiness for her leaving. And can we please move on from Lindsay Lohan and Paris Hilton? Did they break the law? OK? Now, what would the penalty be for me if I did that? And there is the answer to resolve this nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-390781567494653543?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/390781567494653543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=390781567494653543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/390781567494653543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/390781567494653543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/05/bye-bye-overnight.html' title='Bye Bye Overnight'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-2206572649100477994</id><published>2007-05-28T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T15:49:06.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH Happy Day...</title><content type='html'>Happy Memorial Day to everyone...let the service men and women know you appreciate them. I'm at work right now covering the day shift. I went to Borders today to buy some books for the beach. I'm headed for Destin in 3 weeks with the boy, his family, and friends so I needed some books. Luckily I had some coupons that expired after today so it was perfect timing. I picked up two Donald Miller books along with Capote's &lt;em&gt;In Cold Blood. &lt;/em&gt;If you have read this book, let me know. I just started and man, it is pretty chilling and incredibly hypnotizing. I may not be able to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-2206572649100477994?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/2206572649100477994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=2206572649100477994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/2206572649100477994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/2206572649100477994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-happy-day.html' title='OH Happy Day...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-3975616003192106708</id><published>2007-05-27T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T18:49:36.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming to the Dark Side</title><content type='html'>I just read in today's Parade that basically what we know about the Universe and much of science is about to change. Have you heard this?? In addition to the "Big Bang" theory that scientists have pretty much shoved down our throats the past couple decades, the "Dark Energy" is becoming one of the most scientific breakthroughs of the last 50 years. In 1998, scientists started recognizing a change and saw the universe is expanding at a faster rate. We don't neccessarily see it and have no clue what is is, hence the name "Dark." Scientists have pretty much determined that Dark Energy makes up two-thirds of the universe...but we are pretty clueless on it. So basically, until we understand Dark Energy, we cannot understand our own universe. On top of that, Dark Energy was not at all predicted by standard theories of physics. Our textbooks and modern science could possibly be very wrong. The Dark Energy is also becoming the map of what could possibly happen to our universe. It could slow down and actually pull the universe together (the "Big Crunch"), if it gets stronger with time, it eventually may pull apart the galaxies (the "Big Rip") or the universe could have an intermediate fate, expanding gradually to a vast, cold empty place (the "Big Chill"). As this article states "Around the 20th century, physicists thought they understood nearly&lt;em&gt; everything&lt;/em&gt; and the discovery of Dark Energy illustrates that science is not a set of beliefs that one constructs. Instead, scientists observe nature, then develop theories that describe THEIR observations. Science is driven by nature itself, and nature gives us no choice. It is what it is. As new facts emerge, scientific theories can be proved wrong or in need of modification, but scientists cannot ignore them. Eventually, the facts will lead to the right theory."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article ends by saying "We are now at the beginning of a great new adventure to push forward the frontiers of understanding." Now I am not a science freak, I never took physics or calculus in my schooling but one thing is for sure...science will not always prove to be science. I just think back to Scott's post of the arguments regarding "Scientifically proving the existence of God." My thought on this is basically void because as much as an Atheist thinks my beliefs in books that were cultivated by years of documenting are no more "sillier" or "close minded" than your belief in books that were cultivated by years of documenting. As far as I am concerned, it is no more sillier than depending on the belief that "science" and the universe is merely a chance of things simultaneously coming together to form our existence...because we don't know JACK about the universe or even how our own world works. So basically, a bigger argument needs to be brought to the debate of religion (or more so God) than just science, because science does not prove to be science in many accepted theories. Science keeps disproving itself. In another article, I agree with the idea that today's atheists have the inability to distinguish between good religion and bad religion. Any and all religion, they say, is bad. And you are supposed to BE SCIENTISTS? or shall I say scientific believers? I love the quote that the "difference between good religion and bad religion is the difference between chicken salad and chicken sh-t." Evidence of God is experential, not empirical! Maybe your staunch belief is because of the view on supposed "God believers" and not God himself. You aren't supposed to follow the believers folks, just him. Your relationship is not through the child molesting priest or the racist Baptist. And maybe...just maybe...you can't argue with that. Don't depend on undependable human nature...just the human creator and I promise you that you will be able to see a much better view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-3975616003192106708?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/3975616003192106708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=3975616003192106708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/3975616003192106708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/3975616003192106708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/05/coming-to-dark-side.html' title='Coming to the Dark Side'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-4117959312605232029</id><published>2007-05-26T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T02:15:58.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a disclaimer...</title><content type='html'>NEVER...and I mean NEVER watch the show "Scarred" on MTV unless you are truly prepared to be sick. Just don't do it! I care for you all too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-4117959312605232029?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/4117959312605232029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=4117959312605232029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/4117959312605232029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/4117959312605232029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-disclaimer.html' title='Just a disclaimer...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-1490161064996893044</id><published>2007-05-19T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T22:43:17.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My head is going to explode...</title><content type='html'>Apparently, the next Batman movie release is rumored for next summer...and I am about to go insane. It is rumored to be named "The Dark Knight" starring everyone including Heath Ledger as Joker (Personally, I see it...if everyone can remove the image of Jack Nicholson as our generation's Joker...it will be awesome). Thankfully, Mrs. Cruise is not returning as Rachel Dawes. Maggie Gyllenhal will be taking over the role (a much better female choice if you ask me). From internet rumors, they may be shooting a two-part sequel (think Pirates type of storyline and marketing strategy). If they don't have Catwoman...you are gonna see a very angry Paige. No No drama...you don't want no drama! It would be hard for me to really replace Michelle Pfeifer but I think it is safe to say...Nolan wouldn't cast a lame-o actress like Halle Berry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know anymore PLEASE POST!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-1490161064996893044?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/1490161064996893044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=1490161064996893044' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/1490161064996893044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/1490161064996893044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-head-is-going-to-explode.html' title='My head is going to explode...'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-2832603375695830759</id><published>2007-05-13T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:05:15.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Cute</title><content type='html'>A girl-friend that is now in Seminary in Texas posted this on her blog...pretty humorous....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jesuslovespink.blogspot.com/2007/05/female-definitions.html"&gt;Female Definitions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_buAZavK3LFM/RkH0OJh0S3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/CcDlSRjN9RM/s1600-h/bxp136061.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) FINE&lt;br /&gt;This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right, and you need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;2.) FIVE MINUTES&lt;br /&gt;If she is getting dressed, this means half an hour. Five Minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;br /&gt;3.) NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with "nothing" usually end in "fine." (Refer to #1 for a reminder.)&lt;br /&gt;.4.) GO AHEAD&lt;br /&gt;This is a dare, not permission. DON'T DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;5.) LOUD SIGH&lt;br /&gt;This is not actually a word but a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about "nothing." (Refer back to #3 for the meaning of nothing.)&lt;br /&gt;6.) THAT'S OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. "That's okay" means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake. Be afraid. Be very afraid.&lt;br /&gt;7.) THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;A woman is thanking you - do not question or faint. The response "You're welcome" is appropriate and expected.&lt;br /&gt;8.) WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;Is a women's way of saying "I'm right, and I don't have time for you to be wrong any longer."&lt;br /&gt;9.) DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT; I GOT IT.&lt;br /&gt;Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. ( This will later result in a man asking "what's wrong" - for the woman's response refer to #3.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-2832603375695830759?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/2832603375695830759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=2832603375695830759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/2832603375695830759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/2832603375695830759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/05/pretty-cute.html' title='Pretty Cute'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-2093096366960793185</id><published>2007-05-12T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T15:46:12.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make you go hmmm.....</title><content type='html'>After reading Scott's blog, I found myself numb. I watched the debate on youtube between the maker's of "The Way of the Master" and two Atheists who run a website that allows other Atheists to publicly denounce their belief in God/Holy Spirit/Jesus Christ. It is called the "Blasphemy Challenge." The thing I found particularly interesting about the debate was my reaction. I just felt very numb. I have a lot of questions...not questions to get in a debate....just questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I just thought I would post that since I am trying to sort out my feelings about that debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm....if anybody graduated this month from a university BIG congratulations to you. Doesn't it feel great??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to think if there was anything else new. I don't think so as of now...sooo Happy Mother's Day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-2093096366960793185?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/2093096366960793185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=2093096366960793185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/2093096366960793185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/2093096366960793185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/05/things-that-make-you-go-hmmm.html' title='Things that make you go hmmm.....'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-7102754954336868418</id><published>2007-05-06T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:58:16.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo Spidey= LAME</title><content type='html'>We saw Spider-Man 3 last night. Now let me state that I love big movies on opening weekend. I love the excitement, crowds, seeing people and just the environment. It's just fun to me. However, I hate to state that SM3 did not deliver. The visuals are great, but the storyline was just...it made me want to slam my head on the seat in front of me. This movie was just under 2 and a half hours...and it was about an hour longer than it should have. I liked the first 2 movies but this just dragged on and on and on. Tobey got on my nerves. I don't even want to start on Kirsten Dunst. James Franco...next please? The visuals were still cool. The whole, as my good friend Casey states, "Emo" Spidey  (referring to Peter Parker during his Venom stent) had his moments of coolness and some scenes still made me giggle but man...most scenes just went overboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was disappointed just on a movie going point of view. The rest of the theater goers agreed. As we were walking out, a young man stated "If I ever meet Tobey, I am going to punch him in the face." I quoted that the rest of the evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-7102754954336868418?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/7102754954336868418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=7102754954336868418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/7102754954336868418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/7102754954336868418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/05/emo-spidey-lame.html' title='Emo Spidey= LAME'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-1026511335816038862</id><published>2007-05-04T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T00:50:26.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annie are you okay??</title><content type='html'>So I just read Joe's blog regarding Michael Jackson and found it amusing since I was listening to the King of Pop on my Ipod. Growing up, I loved MJ. I still do my mock dances of Thriller and Beat It (it's a fav to do in public, trust me). One of my favorite videos was "Smooth Criminal." I loved the gangster/flapper costumes. I caught myself giggling because I remember the dance move in the video where he leans forward and springs back, pretty much the coolest move EVER. My sister and I would try to figure out how to do it and never could perfect it. I still don't know if that was an actual move, video trick or just a string attached to his pants. All I know there were many a times of stumbling into coffee tables or falling flat on my face attempting this move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a phone call tonight at the station from a girl I went to school with. Lately I have been contacted by people who have heard me on the air and it embarrasses the flip out of me. I don't even like for my family or Andy to listen...it just makes me nervous. I don't know the cause of the new shyness. I have never had a fear of public speaking or being in front of people, but it's different for some reason. So by any chance you hear me...and I know you are listening...I am nervous. I still love it and enjoy the fun and relaxed atmosphere but I just get embarrassed...like I am being judged or something. It's probably just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, it is our Anniversary! Three quarters of a year has passed since my baby blues walked in my life. I know I brag about him on this blog...but by golly...he deserves it. We are heading to Melting Pot for dinner and I am very excited! I haven't been there since prom of my junior year (Props to Eli Kennedy for being such a fun date). By the way, Eli is engaged if you didn't know. I never to talk to him but I found out by the glory of facebook. So Eli, if you read this, major congrats to you and please feel free to get in touch...it has been way too long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of wedding bells....(big pause)....there has been some big talk regarding me and my honey dumplin! I don't know if it is appropriate to announce it like this but there are plans of engagement (as of now) in the near future. Of course I have no idea when or where with Andy but we have been talking about it and have been looking at rings. I am leaving this all up to him...but boy is it hard not to get all excited! We are taking our time on plans and making sure we are at the perfect place. We have been talking since in the next 2-3 months we will be approaching our 1 year and both feel that would be a comfortable time for engagement. Our families both know and can't hide their excitment! Between my family and his, it will definitely be one incredible celebration and I thank the Lord everyday for bringing this person into my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-1026511335816038862?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/1026511335816038862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=1026511335816038862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/1026511335816038862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/1026511335816038862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/05/annie-are-you-okay.html' title='Annie are you okay??'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-6888867027351930413</id><published>2007-04-26T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T08:22:40.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had the day off and I was going to make it all mine! I got my hair trimmed, ran a few errands, did a little shopping and then I headed to Andy's house to hang out before he got home. Having a key to your boyfriend's house is a trip. He just finished building his house back in February and it is beyond quality for an average soon-to-be 26 year old (I know you're Birthday is in July, but you know how much I love to tease you about dating someone who was in middle school when you were driving). It's just nice to step into your boyfriend's house and see what it is like when he leaves in the morning. I saw his shoes neatly lined up in front of the counter, how he makes his bed, where he puts his remote control, how he leaves his mouthwash on the  bathroom counter...just little details that make me stick out my bottom lip and make me fall deeper for this boy. Little details are neat to me. Just seeing his house when he isn't there is just...well...cute.  My favorite was opening up his fridge to get a bottled water and seeing Mott's individual packs of applesauce.  All I could do was stand there and mutter "He buys applesauce."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the absolute best part of coming home to Andy is Tanner, his 3 year old Boxer. Tanner is a big dog baby. He is absolutely gorgeous, cuddly and a lot for me to handle since he is big...at least for me. Andy leaves him in a cage while he is out since he doesn't quite trust what Tanner would do if he wasn't there. The minute I walk in, Tanner gives me this look like "What? Who? IT'S HER!!! YAY!!" I immediately get him out and start playing. I can't play rough with him because he can get really ROUGH. I just usually jump up calling him "Tanny Boy" and turn around, flail my arms, and run in place. I'm sure it is very humorous. He ends up doing the same and trying to jump on me or jumps and turns mid-air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get him on his lead and take him outside to do his business. Then he starts to run around me in a circle. Andy says he only does it when I am around...to show off. Then we come back inside where I give him fresh water and head straight to the den to watch some television. Of course I don't quite know how to work his television because of the way to difficult HD remote that could send us in World War III. I head to his bedroom where I jump in his bed, letting Tanner up, and I turn Foodnetwork on (I need help because I watch this way too much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later, Andy comes home to find me laying in his bed with his tv on. Then Tanner jumps up to let him know "Hey, she lets me up here!!" All Andy can do is jump right in and give me a big kiss. Now isn't that sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to eat at Downtown Sullivan's in Maryville. If you ever want to eat at a good restaurant with some history, I suggest you go to this one. The restaurant is in the old J.C. Penney building next to old theaters and record shops. It's so neat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-6888867027351930413?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/6888867027351930413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=6888867027351930413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/6888867027351930413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/6888867027351930413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/04/yesterday-i-had-day-off-and-i-was-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936194.post-6755569516894302930</id><published>2007-04-22T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T08:08:00.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harumph!</title><content type='html'>So...I find out Andy ("The Boy" I often refer to him as) reads my blog but doesn't comment. Can this be considered a type of neglect or emotional abuse? It does hurt a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE!! Let's see if I ever cook you another brilliant meal...that I learned off the foodnetwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding my darling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37936194-6755569516894302930?l=turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/feeds/6755569516894302930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37936194&amp;postID=6755569516894302930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/6755569516894302930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37936194/posts/default/6755569516894302930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turntothenextpaige.blogspot.com/2007/04/harumph.html' title='Harumph!'/><author><name>Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14909080910277919874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
