<?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-10183345</id><updated>2011-06-28T13:07:24.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CharlestonGirl</title><subtitle type='html'>Reflections Of A Muse</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183345.post-1734570841589927443</id><published>2008-11-04T15:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:53:28.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ELECTION DAY 2008</title><summary type='text'>No matter how long the lines, VOTE!Vote your conscience.  Vote your heart.  VOTE!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1734570841589927443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=1734570841589927443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/1734570841589927443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/1734570841589927443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day-2008.html' title='ELECTION DAY 2008'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-8365714592581935756</id><published>2008-09-22T20:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:51:03.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardee's Goose Creek On Hwy 52 Review</title><summary type='text'>Last night, neither of us wanted to go far for dinner.  I wasn't feeling all that well and we just wanted a bite to eat.  We headed to Hardee's just up the street.We walked in and stood at the counter for awhile before we were greeted.  The woman behind the counter was actually also doing the drive thru.  We waited on her to help the drive thru window and she came to help us.  As we stood there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8365714592581935756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=8365714592581935756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/8365714592581935756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/8365714592581935756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/hardees-goose-creek-on-hwy-52-review.html' title='Hardee&apos;s Goose Creek On Hwy 52 Review'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-8828518726584140574</id><published>2008-09-22T20:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:38:00.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carey Hilliard's North Charleston Review</title><summary type='text'>Tonight we chose Carey Hilliard's, a sentimental favorite.  This place has been around for years.  Back when we were in highschool, this was actually a restaurant people went to for prom! :)We forgot to get a copy of the receipt, but the total bill was $24.16 for the two of us.I had hamburger steak covered with grilled onions, with baked potato.  Mikey had fried shrimp with baked potato and hush </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8828518726584140574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=8828518726584140574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/8828518726584140574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/8828518726584140574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/carey-hilliards-north-charleston-review.html' title='Carey Hilliard&apos;s North Charleston Review'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-7552928673090868632</id><published>2008-09-21T14:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:23:42.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryder Cup 2008</title><summary type='text'>This morning we watched Faldo vs. Azinger The Captain's Challenge on ESPN.  It was sponsored by Citibank and we loved it!  This show pitted Faldo and Azinger in 3 different challenges : Fly Fishing, Poker and Golf! :)I liked that it showed these two in less stressful circumstances.  I think it gave you a better feel for these guys and their personalities.  I really liked it a lot and so did Mike.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7552928673090868632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=7552928673090868632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/7552928673090868632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/7552928673090868632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/ryder-cup-2008.html' title='Ryder Cup 2008'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-1224173813089608697</id><published>2008-09-21T14:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:16:05.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Larry's Giant Subs Goose Creek Review</title><summary type='text'>Last night Mikey and I went to Larry's Giant Subs in Goose Creek to get a bite, before heading over to Wal-Mart.   We love this place and tonight was no exception.I had a 8" Turkey &amp; Cheese Sub  Combo and Mikey had the 8" Kongs club combo.  I had pepsi and my husband had lemonade.Great sandwiches, the service is always friendly and quick. 8"Turkey Sub    $5.19Combo                 $1.89Kongs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1224173813089608697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=1224173813089608697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/1224173813089608697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/1224173813089608697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/larrys-giant-subs-goose-creek-review.html' title='Larry&apos;s Giant Subs Goose Creek Review'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-3061051549658194845</id><published>2008-09-21T14:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:11:41.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pies - On Pizza Goose Creek Lunch Review</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I had a busy day and stopped in to pick up a couple of slices at Pies-On-Pizza in Goose Creek.  This place is right down the street from my office, so it is very convenient.Hit or miss with customer service.  Last time I was here the staff was unbelievably rude and slow.  I decided to give them one more try.  I'm glad that I did.  From the moment I walked in the door, it was a different</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3061051549658194845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=3061051549658194845&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/3061051549658194845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/3061051549658194845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/pies-on-pizza-goose-creek-lunch-review.html' title='Pies - On Pizza Goose Creek Lunch Review'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-6359798311274527731</id><published>2008-09-21T13:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:05:28.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bessinger's Bar - B - Cue West Ashley Review</title><summary type='text'>My handsome husband and I went to the Sunday Buffett at Bessinger's Bar - B - Cue.  This is an old favorite.  We have both been coming here for years and years.  This place never disappoints.I had some potato salad and a couple of cucumber slices with Ranch dressing.  For my main meal, I had some fish stew (best in town), roast beef &amp; gravy with carrots, mashed potatoes, a chicken wing and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6359798311274527731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=6359798311274527731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/6359798311274527731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/6359798311274527731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/bessingers-bar-b-cue-west-ashley-review.html' title='Bessinger&apos;s Bar - B - Cue West Ashley Review'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-6000858747548710175</id><published>2008-09-19T12:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:01:39.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen Anne's Revenge, Daniel Island Review</title><summary type='text'>Forgot to write this one up!  My handsome husband and I celebrated our 2nd Wedding Anniversary on September 16th!  To celebrate we ate at Queen Anne's Revenge on Daniel Island.  This was the first place we ate out as a couple almost 4 years ago. This place has ambience to spare.  The theme is the inside of a pirate ship.  Not just any pirate ship, The Queen Anne's Revenge!  She belonged to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6000858747548710175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=6000858747548710175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/6000858747548710175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/6000858747548710175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/queen-annes-revenge-daniel-island.html' title='Queen Anne&apos;s Revenge, Daniel Island Review'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-4930023939914012220</id><published>2008-09-19T12:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:51:25.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Arcos Goose Creek Review</title><summary type='text'>Last night my husband and I went to our favorite Mexican restaurant, Los Arcos, in Goose Creek.  This place is the best kept secret in town.  We had another great meal.Mike had a chicken tostado and a side of rice, with sweet tea.  I had 2 beef enchiladas and a coke.The total bill was $12.41.  You can't beat that with a stick!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4930023939914012220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=4930023939914012220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/4930023939914012220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/4930023939914012220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/los-arcos-goose-creek-review.html' title='Los Arcos Goose Creek Review'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-4306248408460260081</id><published>2008-09-17T20:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:50:10.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smokey Bones Restaurant Review</title><summary type='text'>My handsome husband and  I eat out most every night.  I am going to try to post reviews of some of the places we frequent.  Tonight we went to Smokey Bones on Rivers Avenue.We decided to eat at the bar and watch some of the Best Damn Sports Show sports bloopers.  I ordered a Strawberry Daiquiri and Mike had a Yuengling.  My daiquiri was the worst one I have ever had.  It was incredibly tart </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4306248408460260081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=4306248408460260081&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/4306248408460260081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/4306248408460260081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/smokey-bones-restaurant-review.html' title='Smokey Bones Restaurant Review'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-2593346438187806322</id><published>2008-09-17T00:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:39:33.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary Baby!</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday September 16, 2008 Handsome Husband Mike and I celebrated YEARS of marriage.  Two to be exact.   We had dinner at Queen Anne's Revenge.  We love this restaurant and it holds sentimental value for us.  This was the first place we ate as a "couple". I can't believe we have been married for two whole years.  Time just zooms by when you are having fun! :) It's also been almost a full year </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2593346438187806322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=2593346438187806322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/2593346438187806322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/2593346438187806322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-anniversary-baby.html' title='Happy Anniversary Baby!'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-5637885364774822902</id><published>2007-12-21T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T00:32:36.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Island Time Massage Goose Creek, SC</title><summary type='text'>Christmas gift certificates have been selling really well this month! I think it made a big difference that I now accept Visa and Mastercard. Phone orders have increased tremendously!I have had some really good sessions with my new clients. It is an honor to be a part of facilitating positive changes for these folks. I had forgotten how profound it is to help people who are hurting find their way</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5637885364774822902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=5637885364774822902&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/5637885364774822902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/5637885364774822902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/island-time-massage-goose-creek-sc.html' title='Island Time Massage Goose Creek, SC'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-3021306515199724806</id><published>2007-11-29T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T22:40:27.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Packers Vs. Cowboys!  OORAH!</title><summary type='text'>I love football.  I will make no apologies for being a girl and loving this game of modern gladiators.   Tonight my handsome Mike and I are watching a game we have been anticipating all week.  Brett Favre against Tony Romo.  The game started out pretty shakey on Greenbay's part.  Then Brett hit his elbow on the helmet of the man who sacked him!  (Yes, Mr. Favre and I are on a first name basis!;&gt;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3021306515199724806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=3021306515199724806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/3021306515199724806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/3021306515199724806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/packers-vs-cowboys-oorah.html' title='Packers Vs. Cowboys!  OORAH!'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-7610399234586056384</id><published>2007-11-24T22:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T22:53:18.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clemson vs. Carolina</title><summary type='text'>Watched the end of the Carolina/Clemson game.  Good football.  I was kind of pulling for Carolina, they scored to go ahead 21 - 20.  Then Clemson got the ball to the center of the field and with time outs and 3 seconds left kicked a field goal to win the game!I know my friend Woody was excited!  That had to be so much fun to watch in person.Crazy sister Sandy and I went to see the Stingrays play </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7610399234586056384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=7610399234586056384&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/7610399234586056384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/7610399234586056384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/clemson-vs-carolina.html' title='Clemson vs. Carolina'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-3183366693150269533</id><published>2007-11-23T01:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T01:09:00.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Day Feast</title><summary type='text'>Our Thanksgiving Day Feast turned out beautifully!  I cooked my very first turkey and it was so much fun!  I used one of those baking bags, this made the meat so moist and yummy.    My crazy sister and my handsome husband and I enjoyed a day full of blessings.Thankful, I AM.PEACE</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3183366693150269533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=3183366693150269533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/3183366693150269533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/3183366693150269533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-day-feast.html' title='Thanksgiving Day Feast'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-6143788509090206654</id><published>2007-11-19T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T12:27:48.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Turkey, Turkey, Turkey, Turkeeeeeeeeeee</title><summary type='text'>Somehow, I have lost my mind.  I have decided to cook Thanksgiving dinner at my house!  I am 43 years old and have never cooked a turkey.  This shouldn't be too hard......right?Mike and I moved into our new house in March and I just feel like I want to begin our life in our new house with our own holiday traditions.  Both sets of parents have passed away, so it's just us and my sister.  I just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6143788509090206654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=6143788509090206654&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/6143788509090206654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/6143788509090206654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/here-turkey-turkey-turkey.html' title='Here Turkey, Turkey, Turkey, Turkeeeeeeeeeee'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-7736418209633583924</id><published>2007-11-16T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T14:58:47.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unable To Walk Around On My Own</title><summary type='text'>Apparently, I should never be allowed to walk around on my own.  I had a client this morning at 10am.  He is always early, so I decided to get to the office around 9 and do some paperwork.  I pulled into a parking place right in front of the mail boxes.  I got out of my car and walked around the front.  I stepped up onto the curb with my left foot.  I thought I was well up on the sidewalk.  Yeah.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7736418209633583924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=7736418209633583924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/7736418209633583924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/7736418209633583924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/unable-to-walk-around-on-my-own.html' title='Unable To Walk Around On My Own'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-5881485982100137732</id><published>2007-11-14T20:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:33:58.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ISLAND TIME MASSAGE, Goose Creek, SC</title><summary type='text'>Hello out there in computer land! :) I have finally gotten back to what I do best....massage!I have opened a new office in Goose Creek, right behind the post office.Island Time Massage is my new baby. Life is good.If you are looking for a great massage therapist...I am your girl.http://www.islandtimemassage.net/ lists the phone number and location.   We accept Master Card and Visa, cash and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5881485982100137732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=5881485982100137732&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/5881485982100137732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/5881485982100137732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/island-time-massage-goose-creek-sc.html' title='ISLAND TIME MASSAGE, Goose Creek, SC'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-5705664610770895588</id><published>2007-10-17T00:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T01:06:33.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick-Off Party &amp; Here Comes Aunt Jane</title><summary type='text'>Sandy told me yesterday that A. Jane is coming in to town on Thursday!  I wish my house was more ready for her visit.  It would be nice to already have the place decorated like I want it to be.  There are still boxes to unpack!  :)  But I am just going to clean up a bit and let it go at that.I wish I had known that she was coming, I have clients until 5:30 or so.  Ah well, I can meet them at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5705664610770895588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=5705664610770895588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/5705664610770895588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/5705664610770895588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/kick-off-party-here-comes-aunt-jane.html' title='Kick-Off Party &amp; Here Comes Aunt Jane'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-5737724046863097317</id><published>2007-07-15T19:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T19:45:56.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Folly Moonlight Mixer</title><summary type='text'>We made it back from Vegas!  We had a blast! I will give a complete trip report a little later.In the mean time, we went to the Folly Moonlight Mixer on Friday night.  It was a gorgeous night on the pier.  The weather was perfect.  Mike, my sister and I met Woody and Traci at the beach.  A disc jockey plays beach music and folks shag and line dance.  So much fun!  I was not feeling too well but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5737724046863097317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=5737724046863097317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/5737724046863097317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/5737724046863097317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/folly-moonlight-mixer.html' title='Folly Moonlight Mixer'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-3134621381719633403</id><published>2007-07-07T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T22:36:46.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas Baby!</title><summary type='text'>On our way to Vegas at 6am Sunday morning!  I can hardly wait.  The high is like 114 degrees and the low is 84!  Woo Hoo!We are so money and we don't even know it!I'll be back late Wednesday night with a trip report to tell you how we won our millions!  xoxoxo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3134621381719633403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=3134621381719633403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/3134621381719633403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/3134621381719633403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/vegas-baby.html' title='Vegas Baby!'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-8565588483279441355</id><published>2007-07-06T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T11:35:48.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joe</title><summary type='text'>Mike and I went to The Joe to see the Riverdogs play the Braves farm team on Tuesday night.  We got tickets from where he works and the seats were AMAZING!  We were right behind the dugout for the opposing team, the third base line.  The seats were SWEET! The ballpark is so beautiful, it really blows away the old ballpark that was on Rutledge Avenue.  I have to admit to having sentimental </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8565588483279441355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=8565588483279441355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/8565588483279441355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/8565588483279441355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/joe.html' title='The Joe'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-3526258702522304291</id><published>2007-06-29T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T15:53:43.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Big Thing</title><summary type='text'>Today was a great day!  I applied for my Business License in Goose Creek.   According to the lady who waited on me, it should take about 2 weeks.  Then I went over to the BCOC, Berkeley Chamber of Commerce and joined.  The ladies there were awesome!  I am so excited about this new venture!The good news I keep putting off telling yall about is that I am starting up a new business in Goose Creek.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3526258702522304291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=3526258702522304291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/3526258702522304291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/3526258702522304291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/next-big-thing.html' title='The Next Big Thing'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-6079721427124049519</id><published>2007-06-28T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T14:31:24.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering My Mom</title><summary type='text'>Remembering...she lived measuringherself by her owncriteria rather thanthe judegment of              others.she laughed deeplycried readily andfolded herself passionately into chosen arms.she lived vitally and acted on impulse.she managed her days as if she wereat game:  coach and player both and            hard at it.she knelt to be like children andstood tall to aspire to certain greatness.no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6079721427124049519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=6079721427124049519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/6079721427124049519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/6079721427124049519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/remembering-my-mom.html' title='Remembering My Mom'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-3715945950529458119</id><published>2007-06-28T06:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T07:00:43.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happiest Place On Earth</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I saw a piece on the news that a couple in Orlando left their baby in a stroller while they rode the Pirates of The Carribean at Walt Disney World!  What the hey?  Turns out they were with a large group of family and the parents each thought the other had the baby.  Nice.The baby was unresponsive when workers/guests found her sitting in her stroller in the hot sun.  She was administered</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3715945950529458119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=3715945950529458119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/3715945950529458119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/3715945950529458119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/happiest-place-on-earth.html' title='The Happiest Place On Earth'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-1523487288441592839</id><published>2007-06-28T06:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T06:56:16.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ann Coulter</title><summary type='text'>I watched Joe Scarborough this morning on MSNBC.  He really likes to listen to himself talk and he gets paid for it.  Good for him.  Sometimes I like him and sometimes, not so much.  He has been talking about Ann Coulter all morning.  He says he isn't defending her, but he still doesn't get it.  He keeps calling people that don't agree with him stupid....nice, real nice. Here's the thing.  Ann </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1523487288441592839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=1523487288441592839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/1523487288441592839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/1523487288441592839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/ann-coulter.html' title='Ann Coulter'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-2556773970828517419</id><published>2007-06-27T11:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T11:43:26.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Does The Time Go?</title><summary type='text'>Every day I have a list, as long as my arm, of things I need to get done.  I'm not working right now.  I am not taking any classes.  Why is it the day gets away from me?  When I was working 40+ hours a week, I seemed to get everything done that needed to get done.  My time management skills are apparently lacking. I start out the day later than most people.  I don't get up until 9:25.  No matter </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2556773970828517419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=2556773970828517419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/2556773970828517419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/2556773970828517419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where Does The Time Go?'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-5763680748219271422</id><published>2007-06-26T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T12:28:15.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Erynn's Pub In Goose Creek</title><summary type='text'>This past weekend we went to Erynn's Pub, near the Naval Weapon's Station.  We have been there several times for pizza.  It's a nice little neighborhood type bar with legendary hot wings. They call their wings "Corporal Punishment".  If you can eat them, they are free.  If you can't eat all 10 wings they are full price.  It's insane.  They bring them to you on fire........They have a wall of Fame</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5763680748219271422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=5763680748219271422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/5763680748219271422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/5763680748219271422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/erynns-pub-in-goose-creek.html' title='Erynn&apos;s Pub In Goose Creek'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-7626965647570380298</id><published>2007-06-25T21:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:18:58.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Age Of Love</title><summary type='text'>When I saw the commercials for this new NBC show Age Of Love with Mark Philippoussis, the tennis player dating 40yr olds and 20 yrolds.  He has to decide whether he wants to be with an older woman or a younger woman.  The ads keep saying the cougar or the kitten.  Give me a break! One of the women actually has a son this guy's age.   The older women were all dressed in eveing wear and it was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7626965647570380298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=7626965647570380298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/7626965647570380298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/7626965647570380298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/age-of-love.html' title='Age Of Love'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-5970829043911679101</id><published>2007-06-25T16:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T16:07:56.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Hot Hot Trip To Vegas</title><summary type='text'>We are headed to Las Veags July 8, so I better be getting used to the heat, eh? I have never been to Vegas and I can hardly wait! We just need a fun getaway. We were able to use frequent flyer miles so it's costing literally $20 total for both of us to fly out there and home. We even have first class seats on the way home! :) WOO HOO!I think we are going to start walking here in the neighborhood </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5970829043911679101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=5970829043911679101&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/5970829043911679101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/5970829043911679101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/hot-hot-hot-trip-to-vegas.html' title='Hot Hot Hot Trip To Vegas'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-4968934469094028592</id><published>2007-06-22T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T10:46:00.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain Willian Hutchinson</title><summary type='text'>I called my sister this morning to see if she was watching the funeral procession being broadcast on Channel 2. She said she had seen the pictures and couldn't figure out why Captain William Hutchinson looked so familiar to her. He had looked familiar to me too. After seeing a different picture of him, she remembered. He worked as a barber in his off time. He worked as a barber in the shop my dad</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4968934469094028592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=4968934469094028592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/4968934469094028592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/4968934469094028592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/captain-willian-hutchinson.html' title='Captain Willian Hutchinson'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-3651376976704247046</id><published>2007-06-22T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T12:10:00.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Service For The Charleston 9</title><summary type='text'>Charleston Fire Chief Rusty Thomas was interviewed by Brad Franco and he is talking about each man and who he was with the department. He told a lot about who they were as people. He was and is close with all of his men. He is normally such a great man with a ready smile. It broke my heart to see him sobbing as he tries to come to terms with the loss of life. He said, "Burying one would be to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3651376976704247046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=3651376976704247046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/3651376976704247046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/3651376976704247046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/memorial-service-for-charleston-9.html' title='Memorial Service For The Charleston 9'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-5437133597873551660</id><published>2007-06-22T01:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T01:09:56.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1:06AM</title><summary type='text'>Does anyone else think it isn't cool for construction to be going on in the house next to us at this hour of the morning?  It has been going on now for at least 3 hours.  I understand deadlines, but come on!  Sounds like they are packing up.  I guess they could feel the irritation coming from inside this house!  I wonder if Goose Creek has any kind of noise ordinance?  Time for bed...visions of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5437133597873551660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=5437133597873551660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/5437133597873551660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/5437133597873551660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/106am.html' title='1:06AM'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-6053564168199795780</id><published>2007-06-21T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T23:46:35.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, June 22 Official Day Of Mourning</title><summary type='text'>Mayor Joe Riley has designated Friday as the Official Day Of Mourning for the 9 firefighters who lost their lives this week.  It is also my late mother's birthday.  The sun has not really been shining since the fire.  It's odd, as if even the sky doesn't want to smile.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6053564168199795780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=6053564168199795780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/6053564168199795780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/6053564168199795780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/friday-june-22-official-day-of-mourning.html' title='Friday, June 22 Official Day Of Mourning'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-6825759011867443092</id><published>2007-06-21T01:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T01:38:01.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grief Envelopes The City</title><summary type='text'>The weather on Wednesday has really been appropriate for the way most of the City is feeling.  The tragic loss of life in the fire at the Sofa Super Store is difficult.  Sad, dreary, rainy, cloudy day.  Listening to the news reports and the firefighters tell what happened, you hear so much survivors guilt in their voices.  My heart aches for them. It brings to mind that Joe Dee Messina song that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6825759011867443092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=6825759011867443092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/6825759011867443092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/6825759011867443092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/grief-envelopes-city.html' title='Grief Envelopes The City'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-4533218486164625482</id><published>2007-06-19T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T12:07:08.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Firefighters Dead</title><summary type='text'>9 Firefighters are dead from the fire last night at the Sofa Super Store in West Ashley. Unbearably sad for our community and their families. I heard this morning, that Battalion Chief O'Donald is okay. He was unhurt, thank goodness. I have received emails from friends all over the country who have heard about this tragedy online or on television.This is just another example of how short life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4533218486164625482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=4533218486164625482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/4533218486164625482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/4533218486164625482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/9-firefighters-dead.html' title='9 Firefighters Dead'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-8485255967560388580</id><published>2007-06-19T01:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T12:06:18.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sofa Super Store Fire - Firefighters Missing</title><summary type='text'>Just saw on the news that The Sofa Super Store in West Ashley has burned to the ground. According to Channel 4 news tonight, there are several Firefighters unaccounted for at this time. My prayers go out to all the local firefighters and their families. Hoping everyone is soon found to be alive and well. I am thinking tonight especially of Tommy's good friend, Battalion Chief Robert O'Donald. He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8485255967560388580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=8485255967560388580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/8485255967560388580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/8485255967560388580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/sofa-super-store-fire-firefighters.html' title='Sofa Super Store Fire - Firefighters Missing'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-2462691835821761969</id><published>2007-06-18T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T13:50:10.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Tourists Part 2</title><summary type='text'>Lots of fun stuff happened this weekend, I will post all the good stuff later today.For now, here are a few more in the tourist comment/questions that make ya laugh!One spring I started writing down things people said or asked when I was working in the shop for Palmetto Carriage Works.  This shop is located in the historic Market area of Charleston.1.  Can you tell me the difference between the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2462691835821761969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=2462691835821761969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/2462691835821761969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/2462691835821761969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/crazy-tourists-part-2.html' title='Crazy Tourists Part 2'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-6843584322397957196</id><published>2007-06-14T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T22:27:19.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Had A Son Before</title><summary type='text'>When Mike and I got married in September, I gained a son.  A grown son, but nonetheless,  a son.  I have never had a son before.  He is 20 years old now.  When Mike and I were getting serious, Josh was a senior in school.  He was in the ROTC and planned to join the Army.  He graduated from boot camp and Mike went to the graduation.  On the way home, he brought his son by to meet me.  The first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6843584322397957196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=6843584322397957196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/6843584322397957196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/6843584322397957196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/never-had-son-before.html' title='Never Had A Son Before'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-5688222133980848362</id><published>2007-06-12T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T20:08:29.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Of Repairs</title><summary type='text'>This morning started with a bleary eyed realization that the doorbell was ringing, repeatedly.   I stumbled out of bed and saw a repairman and truck in front of my house.  I opened up the door and stuck my head out and without my glasses on tried to figure out what the heck was going on.  The guy was 90 minutes early!  Yes, that's right one and a half hours early! :)SO I told him to give me 5 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5688222133980848362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=5688222133980848362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/5688222133980848362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/5688222133980848362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-of-repairs.html' title='The Day Of Repairs'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-8878351904802630690</id><published>2007-06-11T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:39:57.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Path To Take?</title><summary type='text'>Today as I ran errands here in "the creek", I saw a sign advertising an office space for rent.  I called on a lark and the price was incredibly $375 a month.  Most of the offices available in this area are well over $1000 a month!  I met the woman and looked at the space.  It would work easily for massage.  Then she mentioned another space she had for $475 that included electricity!  So, I went </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8878351904802630690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=8878351904802630690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/8878351904802630690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/8878351904802630690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/which-path-to-take.html' title='Which Path To Take?'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-7102272412516472494</id><published>2007-06-11T00:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T00:08:28.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Soprano's Finale</title><summary type='text'>How do we feel about the finale?  The whole time I was expecting someone besides Phil to get whacked!  How about the scene where his head was run over and those guys were puking!  LOL  That had me cracking up! I thought for sure that Meadow would be walking in on them being killed.  I guess with the black screen they leave the ending to each persons imagination.  Ah well, I for one am sorry to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7102272412516472494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=7102272412516472494&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/7102272412516472494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/7102272412516472494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/sopranos-finale.html' title='The Soprano&apos;s Finale'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-8142829704857554632</id><published>2007-06-10T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T13:45:19.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday At The Shady Lady</title><summary type='text'>After lunch on Saturday, Mike and I went by the Shady Lady to watch some of the pool tournament they were having.  We walked in and immediately noticed Earl Strickland was there, he is a professional player.  Mike has taped some of the billiards tournaments on our DVR and he is in quite a few of them.  Mike said this must be a pretty big tournament.  Turns out it is somewhat of a tribute to Tony </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8142829704857554632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=8142829704857554632&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/8142829704857554632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/8142829704857554632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/saturday-at-shady-lady.html' title='Saturday At The Shady Lady'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-6614173477171923925</id><published>2007-06-08T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T14:06:17.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous Friday</title><summary type='text'>A few Friday Fun Things To Do This Weekend1.  Piccolo Spoleto Finale - A fun time at Hampton Park downtown on Saturday.  Bring a picnic or buy food from vendors on-site.  This is the finale for the laid back!  Families with children and folks that just want a casual kick back will love this event.2.  Ocean's 13 Premiere - I cannot wait to see this one!  Mike and I are headed to Vegas in July.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6614173477171923925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=6614173477171923925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/6614173477171923925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/6614173477171923925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/fabulous-friday.html' title='Fabulous Friday'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-2529169667792613677</id><published>2007-06-08T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T12:25:24.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Hilton On The Front Page Of The P &amp; C</title><summary type='text'>Paris Hilton is on the front page of the Post &amp; Courier. Now this offends me on so many levels. A week or so ago, I was reading our local paper and came to the obituary pages. On the far right hand side of the page there was a picture of 3 soldiers. At first glance it looked like they had died. Upon reading the article, I soon realized they had been awarded medals. They were being praised. With </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2529169667792613677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=2529169667792613677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/2529169667792613677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/2529169667792613677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/paris-hilton-on-front-of-p-c.html' title='Paris Hilton On The Front Page Of The P &amp; C'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-2807126693317819048</id><published>2007-06-06T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T11:54:06.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbara Walters' Hair</title><summary type='text'>For the love of all that is holy!  Does Barbara Walters have no one in her life that will tell her the truth?  Her hair is horrific!  Until recently, I thought she had such pretty hair.  I thought she looked great for her age.  Now she looks like she forgot to take off that ridiculous Marilyn Monroe wig she wore at Halloween!  Not only is it platinum blonde, but it looks like it needs combing.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2807126693317819048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=2807126693317819048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/2807126693317819048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/2807126693317819048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/barbara-walters-hair.html' title='Barbara Walters&apos; Hair'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-8464153838923185923</id><published>2007-06-06T11:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T11:47:27.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish Me Luck</title><summary type='text'>The manager of the sofa super store called me to apologize about the trouble with the furniture and assures me that they will make it right.  Wonder what he is going to do about the damage to my doorway and foyer?  We'll see.  Say a little prayer....the fellow from the store is coming to repair the damage to the wood on the sofas today.  He will be here between 1 and 2.  Mike can't be here until </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8464153838923185923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=8464153838923185923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/8464153838923185923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/8464153838923185923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/wish-me-luck.html' title='Wish Me Luck'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-1992123100539852939</id><published>2007-06-04T12:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T12:53:07.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GREAT NEWS!</title><summary type='text'>At last!  Dad's house is sold! :)  WOO HOO!  I hate to jinx this whole thing, we have a signed contract and we have agreed on terms.  The house still has to be inspected, etc.   This is such a huge relief.  It will be sad to get rid of the house, once it's gone.  I know I will be melancholy about not being able to go inside the house I grew up in anymore.  But the last years were difficult.  My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1992123100539852939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=1992123100539852939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/1992123100539852939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/1992123100539852939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/great-news.html' title='GREAT NEWS!'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-2423640166046316315</id><published>2007-06-03T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T01:41:30.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmmm......LEATHER</title><summary type='text'>I am typing away to you from the comfy cozy new LEATHER loveseat we received on Friday. Actually this is the second complete set of sofa, loveseat and cloth wing back recliner chair we have had delivered from Sofa Super Store. The first set was delivered on Wednesday and 5 minutes after they left it I found quite a bit of damage to the wooden portions of both the loveseat and the couch. Oh and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2423640166046316315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=2423640166046316315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/2423640166046316315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/2423640166046316315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/mmmmmmleather.html' title='Mmmmmm......LEATHER'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-3634242084879164039</id><published>2007-06-01T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T10:35:44.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Five For Fun!</title><summary type='text'>1.  Clean out roach infested shed.2.  Vaccum out said shed.3.  Watch as moving men not only damage my new wood and leather couch (for the second time) but also the entire wall in my new foyer.4.  Itch and burn horribly from the acne medicine I put on the HUGE zits on my chin.5.  Scream at the newspaper when for anther day there is NOTHING at all on the front page about the war in Iraq.NOW  SOME </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3634242084879164039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=3634242084879164039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/3634242084879164039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/3634242084879164039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/friday-five-for-fun.html' title='Friday Five For Fun!'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-854963412286533788</id><published>2007-05-29T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T02:19:00.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Time Is More Important Than Your Time</title><summary type='text'>******RANT ALERT*****************************************Few things are more annoying to me than people who are late for appointments. It shows such disrespect! If you are going to be late or unable to show up at the agreed upon time, CALL at the very least!We moved in to a new Beazer home in March and this was supposed to be our 45 day walk through.  Later I will list the things we had them take</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/854963412286533788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=854963412286533788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/854963412286533788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/854963412286533788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-time-is-more-important-than-your.html' title='My Time Is More Important Than Your Time'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-3473630691952314353</id><published>2007-05-26T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T23:28:54.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday In The Suburbs</title><summary type='text'>Ah Saturday in the Suburbs.  Mike and I slept in this morning, it felt great.  Then we called Lady Di to see how she was feeling at work this morning.  She was fine and still laughing over some of the things that we saw last night! We went to lunch at Breck's on Rivers Avenue.  They have a steak special, ribeye, 2 vegetables, and salad for about $6.99.  Not a bad deal at all.  We had lunch with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3473630691952314353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=3473630691952314353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/3473630691952314353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/3473630691952314353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/saturday-in-suburbs.html' title='Saturday In The Suburbs'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-306151421733297267</id><published>2007-05-26T23:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T23:21:17.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night At The Wolftrack Inn</title><summary type='text'>My husband and I had dinner with a dear friend Lady Di last night.  She cooked for us at her house.  Great house with cool furnishings.  The meal was very enjoyable.  I love to eat with candle light and cloth napkins.  We had roast chicken, potatoes and scallions, baby carrots and a nice salad. After dinner we headed out for some live music!  We went to see our friends All Purpose Remedy at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/306151421733297267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=306151421733297267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/306151421733297267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/306151421733297267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/last-night-at-wolftrack-inn.html' title='Last Night At The Wolftrack Inn'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-336393914609013487</id><published>2007-05-25T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T15:21:08.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Way Friday</title><summary type='text'>Five Ways To Have Fun This Weekend!1.  Live Music - Especially Bluesy Rock locally Johnny Mac, regionally Tinsley Ellis, nationally Kenney Wayne Shepherd for a start.  For those rock n roll covers that make for an enjoyable evening catch All Purpose Remedy with ex-RUI guitar slinger Johnny Cathcart, still putting it out there.  TONIGHT IN CHARLESTON:  Wolftrack Inn: All Purpose Remedey The Sand </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/336393914609013487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=336393914609013487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/336393914609013487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/336393914609013487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/five-way-friday.html' title='Five Way Friday'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-1329069920482444916</id><published>2007-05-24T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T15:55:13.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosie O'Donnell &amp; The View</title><summary type='text'>I have so enjoyed The View since the arrival of Rosie as the moderator. She stirs things up. I love that she has brought her own "view" of the world to the table. I think having her there has given Joy Behar new energy and more willingness to speak her mind. I also think it allowed Barbara a chance to participate in some debates of real value to the American people while still being able to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1329069920482444916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=1329069920482444916&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/1329069920482444916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/1329069920482444916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/rosie-odonnell-view.html' title='Rosie O&apos;Donnell &amp; The View'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-6715061063855063621</id><published>2007-05-21T19:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T20:00:22.819-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Las Vegas!</title><summary type='text'>Mike and I are planning a trip to Vegas in July! I have never been out there. We are using frequent flyer miles to get there and we got an unbelievable deal on the room. Of course we are going in July! Who in the devil goes to the desert on purpose in the heat of the summer...yep, I guess crazy people like us! If anyone has any advice for me, please don't hesitate to let me know! We are staying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6715061063855063621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=6715061063855063621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/6715061063855063621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/6715061063855063621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/viva-las-vegas.html' title='Viva Las Vegas!'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-474923812839075598</id><published>2007-05-21T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T19:46:48.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's House FINALLY Ready To Sell</title><summary type='text'>Looks like we are finally getting Dad's house on the market tomorrow.  Holy crap there is a lot of stuff to do to get a house ready to sell! :)Anyone want to buy a house in Wando Woods for $169,000?  3BR, 3Bath, BRICK house built around 1965ish?  If so, leave me a message and I will give you more specifics!  If yall know of anyone who wants to buy a house, please pass the word!Thanks!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/474923812839075598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=474923812839075598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/474923812839075598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/474923812839075598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/dads-house-finally-ready-to-sell.html' title='Dad&apos;s House FINALLY Ready To Sell'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-5721290280953873013</id><published>2007-05-09T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T13:17:43.488-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In The Saddle Again</title><summary type='text'>She's baaaaaaack!  Okay folks, after a few months of being "too busy" to write the blog, I am back at it.  I was at work downtown today filling in at Bulldog Tours when I got a call from Dan Conover asking for the most common questions that tourists ask.  I went blank and then remembered a few that never cease.1.  Walking in to the shop clearly labeled with various signage saying BULLDOG TOURS "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5721290280953873013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=5721290280953873013&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/5721290280953873013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/5721290280953873013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-in-saddle-again.html' title='Back In The Saddle Again'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-116543365532365621</id><published>2006-12-06T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T14:34:15.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Had a great time in Hawaii</title><summary type='text'>Life has been really wonderful to me and my new husband! :)  We had a great time on our honeymoon.  I will fill you in as soon as I can.  It took me a while to get back in to the swing of things from all the jet lag.  Now I have really yucky sinuses, so for about a week I have felt like crap.  I'll be posting all the details soon.  Thanks for checking back!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116543365532365621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=116543365532365621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/116543365532365621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/116543365532365621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/12/had-great-time-in-hawaii.html' title='Had a great time in Hawaii'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-116308477204982555</id><published>2006-11-09T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T10:06:12.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Leave For Hawaii TOMORROW 6am!</title><summary type='text'>WOO HOO!  I will try to right a bit tonight; I am off to run errands and lose my mind!  Wish me luck!  Anyone with any travel or Oahu advice please feel free to email me or comment here with it!  I am soooooo excited.   Eh and I am getting a cold or sinus thing....gotta stop at doc in a box.  Later, L</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116308477204982555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=116308477204982555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/116308477204982555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/116308477204982555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-leave-for-hawaii-tomorrow-6am.html' title='We Leave For Hawaii TOMORROW 6am!'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-116296291561612180</id><published>2006-11-08T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T00:15:15.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dining With Friends</title><summary type='text'>I am having a hard time shaking a sinus thing I picked up last week.  I am sick of blowing my nose!  We get on a plane for Honolulu on Friday, I need to get this thing over with!  Yesterday, I pretty much stayed around the house, didn't feel worth a dang.  This morning when I woke up I thought for sure I would be headed to the doctor's office, but as the day went on I felt better.  UGH!Today, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116296291561612180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=116296291561612180&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/116296291561612180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/116296291561612180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/dining-with-friends.html' title='Dining With Friends'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-116283125037146349</id><published>2006-11-06T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T11:40:50.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Weekend!</title><summary type='text'>The mush anticipated garage sale went pretty well.  Didn't realize that the huge Whale of a Sale was going on at the same time....duh.  Anyhow, we sold the big items we really wanted to get rid of, so that was great.  We made some $ on stuff we would have otherwise given away or thrown out.  We also made a big donation to GoodWill, so everbody was a winner!  That is except this incredible woman </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116283125037146349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=116283125037146349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/116283125037146349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/116283125037146349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-weekend.html' title='What A Weekend!'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-116252855175068928</id><published>2006-11-02T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T23:35:51.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gearing Up For Yard Sale This Weekend</title><summary type='text'>Today, I got a lot of things packed up ready to be moved to the storage shed.  Now, I am focusing on the yard sale we are having this weekend.  I am currently pricing things and trying to get organized a bit.  We are holding it at my sister's house, hoping for more through traffic.  It's hard to price things high enough so that people can bargain and low enough so that they are interested in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116252855175068928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=116252855175068928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/116252855175068928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/116252855175068928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/gearing-up-for-yard-sale-this-weekend.html' title='Gearing Up For Yard Sale This Weekend'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-116247903813938907</id><published>2006-11-02T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T09:50:38.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place For My Stuff!</title><summary type='text'>On my way to my dad's house to continue packing up all my stuff.  I have too much stuff! :)  We are trying to sell our house (Mike's in Goose Creek) and at the same time get my dad's house ready to be sold around the first of the year.  If you know anyone looking for a nice, completely ready to move into, starter house in Goose Creek email me for the details.  My email is acharlestongirl  at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116247903813938907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=116247903813938907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/116247903813938907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/116247903813938907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/place-for-my-stuff.html' title='A Place For My Stuff!'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-116243954461977050</id><published>2006-11-01T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:52:24.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Out Loud</title><summary type='text'>Whew, it has been a couple of months since my last post.  I have been busier than a one armed paper hanger!September 16, my sweet handsome man and I were married at the home of my dear friends Myron and Charles.  They live in a lovely house in Wagner Terrace on the river.  We were able to be married by the marsh.  It was incredible. In the weeks preceding the ceremony, I had my wedding photos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116243954461977050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=116243954461977050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/116243954461977050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/116243954461977050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/living-out-loud.html' title='Living Out Loud'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-115644527483522198</id><published>2006-08-24T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T14:47:54.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thursday</title><summary type='text'>It's been hard to get back in the habit of writing since my dad passed away.  I used this medium to keep my sanity for quite a while.  Things in my life are very happy now.We have started going through things at my dad's house getting it ready to sell.  It will take months because I am only doing an hour or 2 a day.  I can't deal with much more than that.  It is cathartic in a lot of ways. It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115644527483522198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=115644527483522198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/115644527483522198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/115644527483522198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-thursday.html' title='Happy Thursday'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-115184992393535135</id><published>2006-07-02T10:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T10:18:43.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball, Hotdogs and Music!</title><summary type='text'>Friday night HM and I went to see the Riverdogs with folks from his work.  They had a picnic for us.  Hot dogs, hamburgers, sodas, beer and chips for an hour before the game.  It was so blazing hot!  We had a great time inspite of the dismal performance of the Riverdogs against the Rome Braves.  There were several small children with the group and they were a lot of fun to watch.  The fireworks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115184992393535135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=115184992393535135&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/115184992393535135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/115184992393535135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/baseball-hotdogs-and-music.html' title='Baseball, Hotdogs and Music!'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-115127861203612304</id><published>2006-06-25T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T19:36:52.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Behalf Of A Grateful Nation</title><summary type='text'>It has been a while since I last posted.  I needed a chance to regroup.  Life has been moving on at warp speed.  Good things mostly, just trying to stay busy.  Most days I am doing pretty good I think.  I still have the odd crying jag now and again. I will be writing again, and catching up on all that has occured since last I was here.   A quick outline is as follows:Buried my fatherGot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115127861203612304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=115127861203612304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/115127861203612304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/115127861203612304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/on-behalf-of-grateful-nation.html' title='On Behalf Of A Grateful Nation'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114343192737253696</id><published>2006-03-26T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T22:58:47.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Journey Is Complete</title><summary type='text'>I believe I wrote my last post around 9am this morning.  My father passed away around 10:30 or 11 this morning.  He never moved from the position he fell asleep in.  I walked in to check on him after my post and he was sleeping, but his breath was very labored, I checked one more time around 10 or 10:30 he was still sleeping.  My sister called me about 11 and I told her he was still quiet.  After</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114343192737253696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114343192737253696&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114343192737253696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114343192737253696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-journey-is-complete.html' title='And The Journey Is Complete'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183345.post-114338277149914921</id><published>2006-03-26T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T09:19:31.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I'm Tired And So Weary</title><summary type='text'>Just wanted to give yall an update. Daddy has been sleeping in the same position in his bed, since 2:30 yesterday. He hasn't moved at all. From about 4:30 - 5:30pm yesterday, he was talking in his room to people we couldn't see and he was a little restless, then he stopped moving completely and has been out ever since.My brother said goodbye to him last night. I would not be surprised if he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114338277149914921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114338277149914921&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114338277149914921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114338277149914921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-im-tired-and-so-weary_26.html' title='Well, I&apos;m Tired And So Weary'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114334701286170808</id><published>2006-03-25T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T23:23:32.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospice Of Charleston</title><summary type='text'>I haven't had the words to write what has been happening here.  Too tired....Daddy is resting right now, his condition has deteriorated so quickly, it is amazing.  He is still holding on, for some reason.  I ask again for your prayers for his peaceful passage.We are hanging in as well.More when I can get my head above water.THANK YOU!  To all of you who have emailed me or commented with good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114334701286170808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114334701286170808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114334701286170808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114334701286170808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/hospice-of-charleston.html' title='Hospice Of Charleston'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114296021046695759</id><published>2006-03-21T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T11:56:50.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Send In Your Angels</title><summary type='text'>I opened my eyes this morning and saw Angels....dozens of them. It startled me at first and then it comforted me. I slept on the couch in our living room last night so that I would be able to hear my dad if he needed me. On the walls of our living room are angels...all different kinds of angels. My mom collected them for years. She passed away in January of 2000 after a battle with lung cancer, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114296021046695759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114296021046695759&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114296021046695759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114296021046695759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/send-in-your-angels.html' title='Send In Your Angels'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114284801982495544</id><published>2006-03-20T04:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T04:46:59.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4:30AM Bad Night</title><summary type='text'>Went to the hockey game with CS, it was good to be out of the house.  We talked a lot about dad and how we both feel he isn't doing well, and won't be around much longer.  She and I talked about all kinds of things that we really needed to from some funeral issues to what we thought it would be like splitting up a lifetime of stuff between my sister, my brother and me.  We both know my brother </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114284801982495544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114284801982495544&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114284801982495544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114284801982495544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/430am-bad-night.html' title='4:30AM Bad Night'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114279688648314975</id><published>2006-03-19T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T14:34:46.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home From The Hospital</title><summary type='text'>Dad came home from the hospital on Friday, St. Paddy's Day.  By the time the doctor came and we were able to get dad squared away, it was 6:00.  We got home by around 6:30.  HM brought dinner from the Olive Garden for dad and CS stayed with him for a little while so that HM and I could grab a bite to eat at Shoney's.  I just needed to get away from daddy for a few minutes.  He was incredibly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114279688648314975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114279688648314975&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114279688648314975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114279688648314975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/home-from-hospital.html' title='Home From The Hospital'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114252440846194295</id><published>2006-03-16T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T10:53:28.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection Of Resistless Surrender</title><summary type='text'>Whew it has been a heck of a week and it isn't over yet.  My CS is at the hospital with daddy today.  I have an English class at 1:15, so I am getting a break this morning. Dad is doing somewhat better.  His kidnesy function is much better, he still has some swelling.  They have had a hard time keeping his blood pressure up, but he is a lot more alert than he was.  He will probably come home in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114252440846194295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114252440846194295&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114252440846194295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114252440846194295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/perfection-of-resistless-surrender.html' title='Perfection Of Resistless Surrender'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114225957280542897</id><published>2006-03-13T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T09:29:08.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Visit From The Preacher Part 2</title><summary type='text'>So, here I am sitting next to my father's hospital bed, he is very out of it. He is sleeping and not easily roused at all. I am typing away on my blog and in comes the preacher that "saved" my dad last week. He introduces himself to me and I tell him we have already met. He says he did seee me, but he hadn't gotten my name. I told him my name and that I was one of my dad's daughters, that he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114225957280542897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114225957280542897&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114225957280542897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114225957280542897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/visit-from-preacher-part-2.html' title='The Visit From The Preacher Part 2'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183345.post-114225877549650107</id><published>2006-03-13T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T09:06:15.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back At Roper With Dad</title><summary type='text'>Friday night dad wasn't feeling to well.  CS, HM and I went to the Stingrays game.  It was a lot of fun, everyone asked how daddy was doing.  I didn't really like leaving him home by himself, but he was fine.  We got home and hung out there.  HM has been so understanding of my need to make sure dad is okay.Saturday around lunchtime, dad told me he needed to call the doctor and probably go to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114225877549650107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114225877549650107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114225877549650107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114225877549650107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/back-at-roper-with-dad.html' title='Back At Roper With Dad'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114201965094366496</id><published>2006-03-10T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T14:40:50.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No One Gets Out Of Here Alive</title><summary type='text'>Dad had an appointment with the hematologist this morning. Seems that they can and are going to start giving him a shot every 2 weeks to help increase his body's red blood cell count. They can't do anything about the white cell or platelet's count at this point.He is driving me up the wall today.  It is one thing for him to need help, it is another for him to not even do the things he can do for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114201965094366496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114201965094366496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114201965094366496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114201965094366496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-one-gets-out-of-here-alive.html' title='No One Gets Out Of Here Alive'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114193849416516439</id><published>2006-03-09T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T16:08:14.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Each One Teach One</title><summary type='text'>I just came back from my English class.  My professor is incredible.  I have rarely felt so free to write and edit.  She has the wonderful ability to critique the work without making you feel stupid.  She is so positive and motivating that she has you feeling like you CAN do well.  Her name is Taylor, I think her first name is Kim.  I am grateful for her teaching style, her personal style, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114193849416516439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114193849416516439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114193849416516439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114193849416516439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/each-one-teach-one.html' title='Each One Teach One'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114193758397860786</id><published>2006-03-09T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T15:55:29.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday's Version Of Wednesdays 11 - 20 Things You Can't Tell Just By Looking At Me</title><summary type='text'>I missed my Wednesday deadline for the list. I am moving it to today...lucky you...LOL.I love all kinds of good music. Live shows are my favorite.Going to the Comedy Zone shows is my idea of a fun night. I really like to laugh.The smell of pluff mud, is a good thing to me. My favorite historic home in Charleston is the Joseph Manigault House.I like to go to the movies by myself and get lost in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114193758397860786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114193758397860786&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114193758397860786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114193758397860786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/thursdays-version-of-wednesdays-11-20.html' title='Thursday&apos;s Version Of Wednesdays 11 - 20 Things You Can&apos;t Tell Just By Looking At Me'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114176005703529307</id><published>2006-03-07T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T14:34:17.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Visit From The Baptist Preacher</title><summary type='text'>If you are easily offended please do not read the following.  If you are not open minded and tolerant DO NOT READ THIS:LORD PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL.The Baptist preacher came to visit my father today.  After much talking, he asked my dad if he was saved and my dad said no.  NO?  Dad told him he went to church and had been a member of Emmas Grove Baptist Church since he was a child.  Daddy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114176005703529307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114176005703529307&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114176005703529307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114176005703529307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/visit-from-baptist-preacher.html' title='The Visit From The Baptist Preacher'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114170651107018761</id><published>2006-03-06T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T23:41:51.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, My Name Is CharlestonGirl And I Am Addicted To HGTV</title><summary type='text'>The Double Take Design TeamDesign On A DimeGCash In The AtticAnd all of the other wonderful shows.......tooooooo coooooool.Trying to get some ideas for OUR "Country House". What I mean by that is the house that HM bought!  We and by that I mean HE has really come a long way with the renovations he has been doing.  We have had a lot to deal with the past couple of months, but we have time.  ANYWAY</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114170651107018761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114170651107018761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114170651107018761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114170651107018761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-my-name-is-charlestongirl-and-i.html' title='Hello, My Name Is CharlestonGirl And I Am Addicted To HGTV'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114170452617006199</id><published>2006-03-06T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T23:08:46.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Sweet By and By</title><summary type='text'>Daddy didn't wake up this morning until after 10:30.  He wouldn't have woken then, but the phone rang a couple of times.  He was very bleary eyed when he came out of the bedroom and bathroom.  Good news is that he actually went to the bathroom pretty well in his urinal last night.  And he didn't look toooo swollen this morning.  He also seemed to be struggling less for his breath. (that didn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114170452617006199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114170452617006199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114170452617006199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114170452617006199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-sweet-by-and-by.html' title='In The Sweet By and By'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114161929538329839</id><published>2006-03-05T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T23:28:15.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Oscar Goes To.....</title><summary type='text'>Watching the Oscars!  George Clooney won for best supporting actor for Syrianna. Dang he is a handsome man.  He looks like a throwback to the old Cary Grant handsome actor days.  I saw many of the movies nominated for the various categories, but I think I will make a list of the others that I need to see.  I love movies so much. Larry McMurtry won for best adapted screenplay for Brokeback </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114161929538329839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114161929538329839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114161929538329839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114161929538329839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-oscar-goes-to.html' title='And The Oscar Goes To.....'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114157961083186108</id><published>2006-03-05T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T23:29:00.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday With Dad</title><summary type='text'>Saturday morning I set my alarm early.  HM called just as I woke up.  We chatted a bit and then I took my pillow out to the living room and lay on the couch.  I could hear my dad as he got up and rolled into the bathroom.  I was a bit worried because he is unable to wear his prothesis and he is pretty weak right now.  When he came into the living room he still had his pajamas on.  He told me he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114157961083186108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114157961083186108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114157961083186108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114157961083186108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/saturday-with-dad.html' title='Saturday With Dad'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114149691318165800</id><published>2006-03-04T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T13:29:14.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day</title><summary type='text'>This morning started in a very dramatic way.  I heard my dad call my name from the bathroom.  When I opened the door he was sitting on the toilet unable to stand up.  I tried to help him stand like he normall would and he couldn't at all.  I think he fell asleep sitting on the toilet and his leg went to sleep.  I had to pick him up under his arms and sit him in his wheelchair.  He was so upset, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114149691318165800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114149691318165800&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114149691318165800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114149691318165800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-day.html' title='Another Day'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114140279063635730</id><published>2006-03-03T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T11:19:50.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What does "I love you" mean?</title><summary type='text'>Last night a dear friend of mine and I were talking about what it means when someone says I love you.  What can you then expect from them?  What are they committing to you?  What are the levels of love?  How do we each define it and why?We talked for a long time.  He just got a Dear John letter (and no his name isn't John!).  He went from planning a life with this person to suddenly being dumped </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114140279063635730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114140279063635730&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114140279063635730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114140279063635730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-does-i-love-you-mean.html' title='What does &quot;I love you&quot; mean?'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114136318098169521</id><published>2006-03-02T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T00:19:40.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma'am do you have your receipt?</title><summary type='text'>Another beautiful day in the Unholy City! Dad was in his glory as he had lots of visitors today! Almost too many, he was really worn out when they left, but he was so glad to see them all.  CS came over with the girls (her poodles) and dropped them off while she went to do some errands. Dad was pretty good today, but dang if he isn't really obnoxious much of the time. Today was another day that I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114136318098169521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114136318098169521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114136318098169521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114136318098169521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/maam-do-you-have-your-receipt.html' title='Ma&apos;am do you have your receipt?'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114124239755066277</id><published>2006-03-01T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T14:46:37.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday's 1 - 10 of 50 Things You Can't Tell By Looking At Me</title><summary type='text'>I am in love with an adorable man.I could eat boiled shrimp every day of my life!I have an unexplainable sexual attraction to Ron White the comedian.I am a sports fan.  I love MLB, hockey, football, golf, you get the idea :).I got to see Elvis Presley in concert at the Asheville, NC Civic Center!  It was surreal people were crying and by people I mean me too! I have been friends with Atlanta A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114124239755066277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114124239755066277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114124239755066277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114124239755066277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/wednesdays-1-10-of-50-things-you-cant.html' title='Wednesday&apos;s 1 - 10 of 50 Things You Can&apos;t Tell By Looking At Me'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114123215920526103</id><published>2006-03-01T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T11:55:59.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad Comes Home</title><summary type='text'>Dad was able to come home yesterday!  They did the bone marrow biopsy first thing in the morning, it went very well.  We spent the rest of the day...until 3 something waiting on him to pee.  Yepper, we couldn't leave until he was able to pee after they took the catheter out.  My dad was so obnoxiously grumpy about the whole thing.  He was convinced he could go home and pee there.  He tried to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114123215920526103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114123215920526103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114123215920526103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114123215920526103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/dad-comes-home.html' title='Dad Comes Home'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114105501870593597</id><published>2006-02-27T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T10:44:54.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I VANT TO DRINK YOUR BLOOD...and other random droplets!</title><summary type='text'>Back here at the hospital this morning early. Not sure what is gonna go on today. The hematologist wants to do a bone marrow biopsy and is waiting on the coumadin levels for my dad to be safe enough to do the procedure. They haven't started weening him off the dopamine yet, that has to happen before he could possibly come home. For some reason I feel that every day he stays here, the more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114105501870593597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114105501870593597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114105501870593597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114105501870593597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-vant-to-drink-your-bloodand-other.html' title='I VANT TO DRINK YOUR BLOOD...and other random droplets!'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114089677995753002</id><published>2006-02-25T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T14:47:10.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There Will Be Peace In The Valley For Me Someday</title><summary type='text'>That is the song they played at my mother's funeral service, it is the song they played at her fathers funeral service and it is stuck in my mind the past few days.Shortly after my mother had passed away from a horrific 6 1/2 month battle with lung cancer, my dad, my sister and I went to Asheville. We were there for the church homecoming, I believe it was September.Emmas Grove Baptist Church was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114089677995753002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114089677995753002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114089677995753002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114089677995753002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/there-will-be-peace-in-valley-for-me.html' title='There Will Be Peace In The Valley For Me Someday'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114081574474847320</id><published>2006-02-24T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T16:15:44.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, the beast of the wild will be led by a little child, and I'll be changed from this creature that I am...</title><summary type='text'>Well the cardiovascular doc Dr. Ellison, just came in and let us know that they found a few things that they want to look in to.  His red blood cell count is down and his platelette count is down.  They are going to bring in a Hematologist for a consult, to see if there is anything they can do to get those up a bit.  The hope is that will make him feel better.  He said that this is a very big </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114081574474847320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114081574474847320&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114081574474847320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114081574474847320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-beast-of-wild-will-be-led-by.html' title='Well, the beast of the wild will be led by a little child, and I&apos;ll be changed from this creature that I am...'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114081330866493949</id><published>2006-02-24T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T15:35:08.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There'll be sadness, no sorrow, Oh My Lordy no trouble, trouble I'll see....</title><summary type='text'>Sitting here in my dad's hospital room.  He is sleeping soooo hard.  He has been sleeping since I got here.  He woke up for a few minutes to talk to is friend that came to visit him, but it was hard to keep him awake to talk. Yesterday the doctor came in and was really nice to dad.  He said they were trying to get the fluid down.  I spoke to him at the nurses station.  I told him dad wasn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114081330866493949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114081330866493949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114081330866493949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114081330866493949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/therell-be-sadness-no-sorrow-oh-my.html' title='There&apos;ll be sadness, no sorrow, Oh My Lordy no trouble, trouble I&apos;ll see....'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114066771276123469</id><published>2006-02-22T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T23:08:32.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Gotta Get Outta This Place-The Who WHO?</title><summary type='text'>So today started out pretty easy, HM called to tell me the days he could go see his son.  I am making them reservations so I needed the exact dates.  I started reading my computer book, I have a test this week on Excel.  I was about to take the exam online when I heard my father.  He called me into the hall and told me he just couldn't breathe and needed to go to the hospital.  I took one look at</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114066771276123469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114066771276123469&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114066771276123469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114066771276123469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/we-gotta-get-outta-this-place-who-who.html' title='We Gotta Get Outta This Place-The Who WHO?'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114054938013942283</id><published>2006-02-21T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T14:21:10.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning.  Bulldog Tours, may I help you?</title><summary type='text'>I had forgotten the kind of fun you have working with the public in tourism. I submit the following for your enjoyment:Uh, so you do tours? YES, genius, that's why it's called Bulldog TOURS and not Bulldog FLORISTS!Is it going to rain? I don't know, let me check my MAGIC EIGHT BALL.Are we gonna see some ghosts on this tour? Well, that all depends on how many more PBR's you have there buddy.Will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114054938013942283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114054938013942283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114054938013942283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114054938013942283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/good-morning-bulldog-tours-may-i-help.html' title='Good Morning.  Bulldog Tours, may I help you?'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114054184510929679</id><published>2006-02-21T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T13:57:25.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day At WORK LOL</title><summary type='text'>Worked over at the Bulldog Tours for my buddy John.  We both figured it would be a slow day and I could study etc.  Well, we figured wrong!  It was weird being in the shop that I used to be in everyday.  It was the same, but different.  Luckily, I still had the key to the shop on my key chain, so that was easy.  The phone started ringing right away.  I made a few reservations for the weekend and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114054184510929679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114054184510929679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114054184510929679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114054184510929679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/day-at-work-lol.html' title='A Day At WORK LOL'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114036347418939053</id><published>2006-02-19T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T10:39:11.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Delta Moon/Tinsley Ellis</title><summary type='text'>Last night HM and I went over to The Pour House to check out Tinsley Ellis with opening act Delta Moon.  It was a fantastic show. This was our first visit to this venue.  It was really set up right for a listening room.  I had a bit of a deja vu experience...reminded me of the old Myskyns.  We got there around 10 just as Delta Moon was about to take the stage.  HM had time to grab a beer and we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114036347418939053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114036347418939053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114036347418939053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114036347418939053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/delta-moontinsley-ellis.html' title='Delta Moon/Tinsley Ellis'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114019001907661006</id><published>2006-02-17T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T10:26:59.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days, School Days</title><summary type='text'>For those of you who don't know, in January I decided to go back to college to get my RN.  At 41, don't know what the heck I was thinkin.  Actually I do know what I was thinkin, I want to be able to take care of myself in my old age!  Being a free spirit is a wonderful thing!  I have pretty much lived my life for the experiences I could be a part of.  I have never taken a job for the money.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114019001907661006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114019001907661006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114019001907661006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114019001907661006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/school-days-school-days.html' title='School Days, School Days'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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-10183345.post-114005120954327830</id><published>2006-02-15T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T16:10:50.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very Happy Daddy On Valentine's Day</title><summary type='text'>My Very Happy Daddy On Valentine's Day This is the best picture of my dad in I can't remember how long! He was having a great time. The cute little singing turtle was a gift to him from my very handsome sweetheart M.He looks so good. His head is pulled pretty far over to his right, but he is enjoying himself and is more upright than normal. He can lift his head straight, just not for very long. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114005120954327830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183345&amp;postID=114005120954327830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114005120954327830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183345/posts/default/114005120954327830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charlestongirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-very-happy-daddy-on-valentines-day.html' title='My Very Happy Daddy On Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>CharlestonGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15116723918041967869</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></feed>
