tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76390954840867701512024-03-13T13:41:05.535-04:00My Cup Runneth OverA happy-go-lucky, wanna-be writer with a lab coat on.Sciencegirl007http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213184019321133372noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639095484086770151.post-9170745838753935052011-07-28T11:06:00.003-04:002011-07-28T11:09:26.867-04:00Down this road again...<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I’m on the prowl again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Things didn’t work out with my last agent, she left her company and things got fuzzy. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So here I am.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A free agent as they would say in sports. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Wouldn’t they say that? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nevermind the analogy, I’ll have to ask my husband about that one.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Now I’m in the process of getting my manuscript as tight as I can so that I can begin submitting to agents and maybe even a few publishers. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The funny thing about this stage is that it’s exciting as much as it is anxiety inducing. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You begin to fret over the negative “what ifs” because you’ve been down this road before, but then you get so pumped about the potentially positive “what ifs” that you just feel is your destiny. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m super imaginative so I can so see myself accepting that publishing contract someday in the future. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can see myself with a nice, long career in writing, totally giving up my science career. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sadly, I am also a realist, and can see myself trying to reach the carrot that’s been dangling in front of my face, but never quite coming close enough to grab it. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I guess that’s why phrases like “Que sera sera” are clichés. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I specialize in clichés by the way. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>need one, hit me up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ll be happy to lend you a few.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">So, please keep me in your prayers and your thoughts!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">And, here’s a few pics too, just to keep the tradition going!</span></div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">So here’s the good list:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">*Improve my physical and mental condition.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Lol.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How’s that for starters? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Physically, I aspire to be in better shape, so I’ve recently taken up running. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The last two days I’ve essentially run/walked a 5K (both days!). <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Today I did 3.3 miles and did the same yesterday (do I need to mention how I can feel absolutely every muscle in my body??).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is toning me up way better than my elliptical workouts ever did and I am excited for the results that will be sprouting up soon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>#10lbsGoAwayNow!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Also, I plan to improve my skin care regimen and from my previous post, you might already know that I am on a journey with my hair now as well.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I’m excited that I will also be getting some improvements on my teeth. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My front tooth has been chipping lately over time and after speaking with my dentist, he told me that braces would help deter any long-term damage. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After speaking with an orthodontist, it was recommended that I get braces for approx. 12-18 months.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now, I’m a 32 year old woman who does NOT have aspirations to return to adolescence, so I decided to move ahead with it and get Invisalign braces. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They’re the clear, plastic kind that are virtually indistinguishable!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Soooo excited about this fix. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Then lastly, I’ve decided to be more patient. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes, I’ve decided.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I believe that having patience isn’t a gift, it’s a choice. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wouldn’t say that I’m high strung, but I definitely have more anxiety than the average bear. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I noticed that the moment I made the decision to step into a perpetual zen zone (what I call it), that my emotions weren’t so wacky all the time. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Plus, it helps to meditate on the scripture “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me” Phil 4:3.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">The bad list?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">*Curtail my red wine habit</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Well, I looooove red wine. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, lo and behold, wine is NOT calorie free. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Darn.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Not to mention that it stains my teeth, and my workouts have been ineffective because of the extra calorie load. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I finally get my Invisaligns, it will be that much harder to imbibe anyway since I have to wear them 22 hours a day and when I eat or drink anything I have to scrub them and brush my teeth. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It makes for a tedious routine so I may as well cut my losses now. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>*My teeth being chipped away has also made me realize that I may be weakening my teeth with my nail biting habit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So for the first time since I gave birth to my son, I actually have nails!! So this is a bad habit that I’m happy to kick.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">So, that’s it for the moment. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thanks for listening to my ramblings!!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit1XH5gwiMwByC79Z3it0Kq4-NG78vYny4N0bl5aG6j-l0GSDn_2FQ0n8_cw66XQTAm1f-Hh16zBfWGLgpxTRiNWabIOXYD4zlA-ddmpwjMQPKy_Mh3LZ2KjjBWGKOY31ak4IIsW3MH70Q/s1600/IMG02707.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit1XH5gwiMwByC79Z3it0Kq4-NG78vYny4N0bl5aG6j-l0GSDn_2FQ0n8_cw66XQTAm1f-Hh16zBfWGLgpxTRiNWabIOXYD4zlA-ddmpwjMQPKy_Mh3LZ2KjjBWGKOY31ak4IIsW3MH70Q/s320/IMG02707.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Sciencegirl007http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213184019321133372noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639095484086770151.post-70092106798138584822011-02-10T13:30:00.005-05:002011-02-10T13:51:33.881-05:00Hair and Writing...not necessarily in that order<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Okay, lots of new and exciting things happening! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, I have an agent now! Her name is Liz Jote’ of Objective Entertainment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Things were actually finalized this past December and I’m overjoyed to be working with her—she truly ‘gets’ my writing and has really brought my novel to greater heights. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Typically, when it comes to stuff like this, I’m a realist.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My head is not usually in the clouds but I’ve got a feeling about things this time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Keep your fingers crossed for me and if you’re not overtly opposed, whisper a few prayers on my behalf.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For more info on my writing, visit my official author website </span><a href="http://www.nicieconleymurphy.com/"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;">www.nicieconleymurphy.com</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial;">. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Let me know what you think about it!</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">On another note…I’ve ditched my chemically processed hair for a new and improved version of my hair. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Yes, I’ve cut it all off. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not exactly Sinead O’Conner-esque, but darn close! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you’ve ever known anyone with relaxed hair, or have it yourself, you might know that relaxed hair cannot be undone. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s not extremely versatile and it can be quite fragile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I really wanted to embrace my hair the way it grows out of my head so I decided not to transition, but to just rid myself completely of the relaxed hair so that my true texture can shine through. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m thoroughly enjoying the feeling of wash and go hair, as well as getting to know my hair as God intended it to be. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can’t wait until my twa (teeny weeny afro) has grown into the lioness’ mane that is sure to come. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just this afternoon I ran out to get some Jojoba oil and other hair products. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Shh! I’m a product junkie! Yikes)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s only been about a week and half and I’ve littered my bathroom sink with product after product after product trying to find my holy grail system. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">And because I’m the Queen of snapshots, here are a few pics of my new ‘do!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And this is the look I'm going for...that girl in the middle, she's my little sister. Her hair rocks. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The other women are (from left to right), my mom, Stephanie (my older sister), </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lori (younger sis), Kenya (my 12 year old niece), Angie (my other older sister), and Moi!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghiliNMdBt5UnMqfJ2N_jZDdcksLNXT-E6_oGYYjsp4YoqkMWeJ2puRhEu1TOoamBqk0DlwS4vg1kUcZmoI52mGMcq2939aDi5_p_YO6Fqhp61DEZzgIfdtxrLjkF9rBcl8GIKvZIYOP9b/s1600/IMG_1143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghiliNMdBt5UnMqfJ2N_jZDdcksLNXT-E6_oGYYjsp4YoqkMWeJ2puRhEu1TOoamBqk0DlwS4vg1kUcZmoI52mGMcq2939aDi5_p_YO6Fqhp61DEZzgIfdtxrLjkF9rBcl8GIKvZIYOP9b/s400/IMG_1143.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD64fYtVNGihuwVEPIVltOmfdlP23jontuEHV54WsJEijo_5x4GSEK7xzcgz-gVQQT-nagjJZVoYg16bS65vUbJzIWDTwRVyGdkUPHGsx1ZUsalCdwnYbLw4xldH8wMu0uu4bv3Qud6f7T/s1600/IMG_1116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD64fYtVNGihuwVEPIVltOmfdlP23jontuEHV54WsJEijo_5x4GSEK7xzcgz-gVQQT-nagjJZVoYg16bS65vUbJzIWDTwRVyGdkUPHGsx1ZUsalCdwnYbLw4xldH8wMu0uu4bv3Qud6f7T/s400/IMG_1116.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">This is a picture of me, two of my sisters (my father's children), and my dad. I was the only one left that had chemically processed hair. Now, I've taken the plunge. Conley girls unite!</div>Sciencegirl007http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213184019321133372noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639095484086770151.post-79431509462963611592010-12-13T12:39:00.013-05:002010-12-15T12:55:07.658-05:00Winter HappeningsHi People!<br>
It’s always so long between posts, but I aspire to do better in 2011! I have so much to blog about that I wonder if my fingers won’t be sore when I’m finally done! I suppose I’ll just highlight a few things and be done with it!<br>
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<strong>Life:</strong>It’s December now and the holidays are upon us! Luckily, even though I’ve had tons of birthday cake this Oct and Nov., and lots of Thanksgiving food, I haven’t put on any weight! What does this mean? It means I’m free to be a glutton this Christmas! Yaay!<br>
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Well, it does mean that, doesn’t it?<br>
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<a href="http://sciencegirl007.blogspot.com/2010/12/winter-happenings.html#more">Read more »</a>Sciencegirl007http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213184019321133372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639095484086770151.post-48720158747490493202010-06-17T22:42:00.012-04:002010-12-13T19:41:04.292-05:00Imagine this<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4wfHaa82Ktq13zcWatV-rKGRyouOL9O89EoIhidxKwi2-KY80JDdWm9Vui3j7WdFQbEyj1Uxdlxfqo2DZsPywJpaSR5GFNk9sL4xyQef60JzbKXMvdmf10HD4BD5fBKZ0UH-84Ksxk3XT/s1600/woman+ret+8x10+matt.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483943450842380178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4wfHaa82Ktq13zcWatV-rKGRyouOL9O89EoIhidxKwi2-KY80JDdWm9Vui3j7WdFQbEyj1Uxdlxfqo2DZsPywJpaSR5GFNk9sL4xyQef60JzbKXMvdmf10HD4BD5fBKZ0UH-84Ksxk3XT/s400/woman+ret+8x10+matt.jpg" border="0"></a><br><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSTo7lwQDvpDFj0T2rUkeT7vQ4Gy4_B179DdqKKCkboL1OlaUvN6KpuuVVxumuoNzEKvfH38aOK_Xrv4xiSatymgFcNqjaoxZ3KdhOPN7ibRfqdg9wESYwyI6keooVb9jUVDhAAvV537Sj/s1600/woman+ret+canvas+color.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483942896686283394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSTo7lwQDvpDFj0T2rUkeT7vQ4Gy4_B179DdqKKCkboL1OlaUvN6KpuuVVxumuoNzEKvfH38aOK_Xrv4xiSatymgFcNqjaoxZ3KdhOPN7ibRfqdg9wESYwyI6keooVb9jUVDhAAvV537Sj/s400/woman+ret+canvas+color.jpg" border="0"></a><br>In honor of my father for Father's day, I wracked my brain for something special to do that didn't involve a tie, or a new wallet. What I came up with rivals all other gifts that I could have ever imagined.<br><br>Backstory.<br><br>My father is almost 70 (this November). He was born in Huntsville, AL to very young parents. His mother was only 16 years old when she had him in 1940. My grandfather wasn't much older, and together, within 3 years, they had 2 more children, my uncle, Eddie, and my aunt, Betty. My dad remembers yanking on her skirt while she was cooking and cleaning in the kitchen. She must've been obviously pregnant during the time of this memory, but he doesn't remember the details.<br><br>Two weeks after my Aunt Betty was born, my grandmother began hemmorraging. The only hospital in town denied her registration because she was black. She died. She was 19.<br><br>I can only imagine how such a young family fared in that time. Men didn't take care of children. That wasn't a man's place.<br><br>When my dad was 9, his family (and a new stepmom to boot), moved to Louisville, KY to start a new life with other family.<br><br>....I was born in 1978. I share my grandmother's name.</div><a href="http://sciencegirl007.blogspot.com/2010/06/imagine-this.html#more">Read more »</a>Sciencegirl007http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213184019321133372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639095484086770151.post-49598355030372373182010-06-09T09:33:00.013-04:002010-12-13T19:42:05.797-05:00May/June HappeningsMy son is now 6 months old! Can you believe it! I can't! It seems like yesterday that I was carrying him, and now he's all over the place, getting into EVERYTHING!! He's such a happy baby and is truly a unique character. My daughter is a minature adult now and we have a wonderful time watching her grow up and listening to all the things she has to say.<br><br><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Here are a few pics (since that's what I do best :)</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><a href="http://sciencegirl007.blogspot.com/2010/06/mayjune-happenings.html#more">Read more »</a>Sciencegirl007http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213184019321133372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639095484086770151.post-79649864352361965782010-03-23T08:28:00.010-04:002010-12-15T12:56:21.203-05:00Lovely Days<div><div align="left">Its been a while, and now I’m back to work. Back to writing. And back to being a busy busy bee.<br>
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My son is 4 months old now, and my daughter is 2 ½. They are a hoot!! If you could only see my daughter play “mother hen” to my son, you’d fall out of your chair laughing. The only thing is that when she pats him on the head, I have to constantly remind her to be gentle. Toddlers don’t know boundaries and she is no exception.<br>
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My son is getting Christened on Easter and I’m super excited. All of our family is coming up and in honor of Mathias, we are all wearing blue. We wore pink for my daughters Christening which was 2 short years ago.<br>
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And because you know I can’t resist, here are some pics of my family these last few months!<br>
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Anywho...here are some family pics that we just took with our amazing photographer, Megan.<br>
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Enjoy!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOMTEQKdBnOg6z37s5ZihE2I8covVYjpIhq_LJ_dMZHwOeEhDnSuqrAjBJ05_x186WrZfQHngXqvS1MVGSRbRss4m_uiU9b10EMJyP-sgvNIuyErjHgTGC7t4THoKuN14x2PsxBtaPwIEt/s1600-h/5.JPG"> <img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415338288467016930" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOd50igOSXuc-flQJSNo-q-nSP5TKKJrwGso4bV0hq4fcL6gjwL7RfMbVFc4nGgq-apfb8c2XpAlvM9eY_WtYC4srJ7emkbW1IWpDJtAoHu9R4hMJLDc9m-XchzMpDCQH5EENSSvSGZ52z/s400/2.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 279px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;"></a><br>
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I was 27 weeks in these pics. <br /><br />These photos are the work of Megan Parker at <a href="http://www.meganparkerphoto.com/">www.meganparkerphoto.com/</a><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div align="center"><strong>She's amazing as you can see! </strong><br /></div><div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373597344325701106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ3xJZ1H-QDnnAy7vONrCryKs1L7hj2RFxBW98YXu1m3TOcg14xiQvsptSMO3F6Npf7pc-hYMEqq9wrF6R5dpFb5eDkTl8pQQUylsySBKjrtQ6KYCTsQDmKr2RHDWsC1vhKEN2sKZffKRY/s400/fam22.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373597353421040034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5n4PbHvd4lVM1SP7YqnqjL0FJSlq8QJSEYuEld6s_goS4DSZ4Jbw59dlhQS8Od_dsB4RnZs4ffvboNucrwbibhdE5IHPUHWZCni4b-_-KwLFsHjcRQj0Y9q8t0ZPgOObM6MZ0JbOLKB_C/s400/fam9.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373602187330892418" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNQnpPcKqDhYqtg-OkCbHUuZn0TlimjeX5KwVfFA-uzOqAe71nsOz5GNAt4vYGobvtzsBQqOruDJoqOswWFVrpnJG9I48lDclaiYcKFXuD-9DvOlshijaKu7tSZJMJBrxly4Npp5p2tUOc/s400/IMG_1312.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373598520020322754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCg_Ixgcw-Tc6h4WO43WO0d6PHRgE33P8lEN4NtJ_IEd9xrc18bymBJGhAYUzRq3Ir5TdMW7TQMQqdRfvBbI13-7hsM6AK_w7MDR0aTFQwuObFTkqJkgw94RwRC-Fq6U_G-_hwNC161TEA/s400/1327.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373598518270298994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPZRLCqbvxVUsPPB_hV-Kemm_DhR9CZQ5Mx2iEKXSHBg4isY9KAN8zkCynH7XX-ICBnVvikze8svO59mhmyo6qdGDicHnOPeOAmmxzSgpNZpHxlG-mdr2HzEYCNVjlJZ9RUHknGEMCb1p9/s400/1376.jpg" border="0" /> </div></div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373602197649687954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7GrBOtycpTUF4WwkXtyHJSyme6-MN7l1moMp6QEIuJU57Br1I_wjSuJLwusfVKexd7CzM3Ff3VhbCby75CPLx48HR6cRRdVlRuWBWOIHyFRHL9yGIwkki2ohbCEJAertARLCa1dwUy1tM/s400/IMG_1436.jpg" border="0" /></div></div>Sciencegirl007http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213184019321133372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639095484086770151.post-9243895654777769432009-08-15T15:02:00.005-04:002009-08-15T15:08:10.272-04:00Yeah, I know, I'm a bad blogger. I stick my head in about once every two months for an update, but what can I say? Life's busy. Especially now when I've got a toddler with mounds of energy and a new baby to plan for.<br /><br />I am excited so that's why I'm posting. My husband and I, with our daughter, just got back from our maternity session with the best and most pleasant photographer in our city. I want to post some of the pics here, but I need to make sure I have persmission first, so here is the link to her blog with a few of the photos posted.<br /><br /><a href="http://meganparkerphoto.com/blog/">http://meganparkerphoto.com/blog/</a><br />Just scroll down to the August 15 post.<br /><br />I cannot wait until the newborn session we'll take with her once Mathias is here.<br />I've got 13 more weeks until due date and I CAN'T WAIT!!!!!!!<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">My cup runneth over.</span></strong>Sciencegirl007http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213184019321133372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639095484086770151.post-88064024279021474332009-06-30T15:55:00.004-04:002009-06-30T16:07:03.308-04:00Writing ReflectionsI don’t blog much about my writing. I guess because I know if I get started in that habit that I might never stop and then there’d be no boundaries left at all. I’ve read horror stories about writers who have crossed the line in the TMI category and I have been determined to avoid it. What I’ve done is essentially end up in the opposite camp. One who never blogs about writing. Aye de mi!<br /><br />I’ve been doing a lot of editor/agent blog reading lately and have been filing away quite a few tidbits about the industry. It’s like a maze out there and I can say that I am feeling my way around in the dark. My agent definitely helps me out in that regard, but I am such a nerd that I find myself compelled to learn all there is to know about publishing.<br /><br />I want to know about book deals, and clauses, and foreign rights, and everything….well, everything except rejections, of course. I find myself scouring the internet for any relevant piece of information.<br /><br />There are a few blogs of anonymous editors that I particularly like (such as <a href="http://editorialanonymous.blogspot.com/">editorial anonymous</a> and <a href="http://editorialass.blogspot.com/">editorialass</a>) as well as one authored by an <a href="http://internspills.blogspot.com/">anonymous intern</a>. They are truly eye opening and not in the normal sense. Everything I read on publishing is devoured in seconds, but what is startling to me are the strange things some writers do to get noticed. I am at a loss for words at some of the things that writers will do to attract the attention of an agent and/or editor. I am no stranger to the feeling of desperation of wanting your work to be on display. I often get impatient with the process and find myself daydreaming about my moment of Glory (which is really God’s moment since he is the reason for my success, should I ever garner any), but good ole common sense will preclude me from ever acting on any of my non-sensical whims, if I ever had any that is.<br /><br />I mean, if pregnancy can’t teach a gal to be patient then I suppose publishing can finish the job. Maybe it’s no coincidence they both begin with the letter P.<br /><br />Maybe that could be my next novel….Publishing and Pregnancy: one’s a pain in the membrane, the other’s a pain in the ____.<br /><br />Really, I’m joking and although you might not be laughing, I’m cracking myself up. Lol. Okay, so maybe I shouldn’t be writing comedy.Sciencegirl007http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213184019321133372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639095484086770151.post-36303765702597530082009-06-26T08:50:00.012-04:002009-06-27T09:22:57.176-04:00Farewell My Summer Love<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyURl3j8Q63wTuFD-G4tyd6mwABU6l8WvxRpNwddfx3JhOLBCJHv4d8xAIsgM_nCKzu9OgUPbPNA0UsLfUmfYRJzwy0ZrPYVsxjWdNHkv5DXmla7pEcUee_wM9tKCqkEoDlElbVJwtnYFl/s1600-h/9c5f4373ae76ac98.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 123px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351619850844114530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyURl3j8Q63wTuFD-G4tyd6mwABU6l8WvxRpNwddfx3JhOLBCJHv4d8xAIsgM_nCKzu9OgUPbPNA0UsLfUmfYRJzwy0ZrPYVsxjWdNHkv5DXmla7pEcUee_wM9tKCqkEoDlElbVJwtnYFl/s400/9c5f4373ae76ac98.jpg" /></a> Farewell….<br /><br />To the great Michael Jackson<br />(b. August 1958-d. June 25, 2009)<br /><br />He was an amazing performer and musician. He can’t be topped. He had the best selling record worldwide of all time and no one has ever come close. In this day of downloading and ripping CD’s, I doubt anyone ever will.<br />Michael Jackson and I go way back. Maybe not as far back as others have gone, but far enough. My first memory of MJ was when Thriller came out. I was about 5 years old and too young to watch it without getting nightmares. It took me another 5 years to gather the courage to watch it alone. I have a old memory of finding my older sister Stephanie's Thriller LP album cover and setting it up on my nightstand as a poster. My next memory is of Stephanie’s lifesize poster in her bedroom. He had on the yellow vest and had a curl. He was so cute. And more than that, the man was just plain coooool.<br /><br /><div align="center"><em>(His lean was waaay hot before Matrix made it hot)</em></div><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351727311537278274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYq1fnOPWmAtRBJJSZwDLzvCULzo-0a-WS_Hg6fi23KheZn9bEM-PmAL9qmZ0OZBKQNUcPRT648rIYTklBF_SzLh9HNabtpVI2KduSnA3eF-KMfnpmEKXOzW-rqjHcqoUz3SWjK7NOm6Yq/s400/performing%2520smooth%2520criminal.jpg" />In 1999, I had the opportunity to intern in France for the summer. While I was there I learned that MJ was having a benefit concert in Munich, Germany. I bought my ticket and hopped on the train and joined the thousands of fans from all over the world as we witnessed a bit of history. That concert tour was called “What More Can I Give”. There I also had the pleasure of seeing Luther Vandross perform as well. I even made a sign that had the USA flag behind the words “We Luv U 2”. I did’t want him to think his American fans had forgotten him (some people thought I meant the band U2, which was kind of frustrating. I thought the message was clear, but I guess not). Michael is the reason that I met a wonderful French girl by the name of Celine that summer. We bonded over MJ's music and she told me that she first learned English by listening to MJ's lyrics. We saw each other for the first time since 1999 in October 2007 when my family and I went to Italy. It was a wonderful reunion and I cherish the memory. This is just one example of how MJ has brought people together all over the world.<br /><br />I have posters, buttons, magazines, even a wallet that I bought for about 3000 lire (which was like a dollar back then) in Italy. I have a Michael Jackson watch and plenty of T-shirts. One with the infamous tippy toe feet. That one is cool.<br /><br />I have every album he’s ever made. Even those of The Jacksons and The Jackson 5. Christmas wouldn’t be Christmas without the Jackson 5 Christmas Album. It’s a tradition in my home. I played that album so much when I was little that my younger sister, Lori, caught on and now it’s a tradition in her home as well.<br /></p><p>Words cannot express what his music has done for so many people. I guess that's why so many fans showed up at his hospital, and the Apollo, and his Neverland ranch in California. Regardless of all the other hoopla that occurred over the years, only God judge him now. But, rest assured that we’ll miss the music Mike. We’ll definitely miss the music. </p><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 378px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351727562570507250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMIWGZ5Cvay5EIg98D6XhFvtKehWPRzq_iLKtucL-b-NISZOGkjTyfzbHrJo5q8JBs21oxLdBi-NFHVhx8yixSXYy62fVN6Xxzl9h6gM21Ffq4g-roEio_9tqfXP9Il4WFvbcX85g83Lii/s400/mj+cutie.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351727559808338626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Zbs7BkYTGZmdsq7-hTmgz6JWF3XahfwJYBb2Z32Ci6sJVycmMGF39Fy0kP006cnThKMynOd7FhnKbo0_MrHAeEUWUEqhMOBTLTS7ht7dhyphenhyphen874bVm993RNC3zBh6ObZ8reYUst4NDtVkq/s400/mjart4.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351727559816577986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE6E0Jq2Nio5O8OdhC0BcA_iJn7x_pxAQumCrQRZbH0v0-8XfHvmCxd-A-HjYkQWERlUVMxIfICUc2ZIgH8MbxuCW-fYULg3giaIceax99RBnulOBM5vjgef3A5YO-uRW0kIKFhlYp7ySq/s400/MJChaplin3.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351618805095287682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyGCwYT6puswsPWLga4VO28pZZjtq5oDIoCyGul_l47DRLIiz6MqVlVM-GQGc9GdjbHQlErIn-E2HXghzviOK6nipMVv81itJ2CxE29c8xdvE10QfvWw-NXh0b-J8Yx2J0sOM8FZvMjs_n/s400/f98b9c1946e8c974.jpg" />Sciencegirl007http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213184019321133372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639095484086770151.post-91001702996561395762009-06-24T11:24:00.004-04:002009-06-24T11:28:55.417-04:00Interesting Childbirth article<p>If you’ve read my blog and/or clicked on my links then you know I’m an advocate for natural childbirth. It’s the most effective and safest way to give birth and I’d personally rather weather the storm of labor pains than to increase my likelihood of caesarean section or worse. </p><p>Anywhoo…here is an interesting tidbit I’ve learned from Midwifeinfo.com. What do you think?</p><p>I for one am all for alternatives to epidural anesthesia. Also, if it doesn't take the pain completely away then your body can still respond to the contractions, thus allowing a mother to effectively push her baby out. This would result in fewer c-sections and less inductions (which are the devil I tell you!).</p><blockquote><p><span style="color:#663366;"><strong>As Ms. Rooks notes in her editorial in the March 2008 edition of the journal Birth, "most U.S. women also lack access to many non-pharmacologic methods to cope with labor pain that, although less effective than epidural analgesia, provide sufficient and satisfactory pain relief to a significant proportion of the women who use them during labor." American women might be surprised to learn that "nitrous oxide is used by the majority of women in many countries<br />that are relatively similar to the U.S. in general socioeconomic and medical standards,” including 48 percent of the women who gave birth in Finland (2005), 46 percent of those who gave birth in New South Wales, (2004), forty-three percent of women birthing in British Columbia, (2004-5, either alone or with other agents), and fully half of all women birthing in the U.K. (2000). So what happened here, where nitrous oxide was once commonly used in hospitals around the country? Ms. Rooks faults "the evolving epidural monoculture in some hospital obstetric units" where the options for women have become, effectively, an epidural or nothing, perhaps a bit of synthetic narcotic (usually promoted by the nursing staff to get the patient through until she can have her epidural). The complete editorial, entitled "Nitrous Oxide for Pain in Labor--Why Not in the United States?" can be found in Birth, Volume 34 Issue 1 Page 3-5, March 2007. </strong></span></p><p> </p><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><p> </p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote>Sciencegirl007http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213184019321133372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639095484086770151.post-43377911460592619792009-06-03T10:46:00.003-04:002009-06-03T10:49:28.326-04:00So, we had another ultrasound this morning….And we were blessed to find out that I am indeed having a <span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>baby boy</strong></span>!<br /><br />His baby boy parts were very evident on the screen so I can rest assured that there will be no confusion on the day of his birth.<br /><br />I am so excited because now I can go shopping!!! I truly felt like I couldn’t shop right. I will forever hold to my assertion that shopping for yellow and green isn’t nearly as fun as shopping for pink or blue. And since I have no patience whatsoever it was imperative that I find out the sex as soon as possible.<br /><br />Now, I can shop in pink, size 2T for my daughter and shop in blue, all sizes for my son. Wow. My son. That’s soooo cooool! I’m so on cloud nine right now.<br /><br />If you haven’t been reading my posts, the reason I knew it was a boy was only because of the name I found.<br /><br />My daughter’s name is Anaiah, which means <strong>“God has answered”</strong>. She was an answer to a prayer. When I got pregnant with her, I had several boy names picked out: Isaiah, Elijah, and Micah. All biblical, but I had no true connection with the names. I also wanted a biblical name choice for a girl, so when I found Anaiah, my hubby and I quickly agreed that it would be the one.<br /><br />Hubby and I both hoped for a girl, but I didn’t want to claim it because I was too nervous. He said that he knew all along.<br /><br />This time around, when I found the name Mathias, which means <strong>“Gift of God”</strong>, I knew from that moment on that he was a boy. Since he was a surprise baby, he's like a present that someone knocks on your door to hand you that you never knew you always wanted. Call it coincidence if you like, but I call it <span style="color:#663366;"><strong>FAITH</strong></span>. God certainly knows better than I.<br /><br />I knew that the same way Anaiah’s name is a testimony to her life, Mathias’ name would be a testimony to his.<br />Do I have to tell you how long the 12 week wait was to find out? It felt more like 120 weeks.<br /><br />Mathias, I can’t wait to introduce myself to you as your momma!Sciencegirl007http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213184019321133372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639095484086770151.post-51876558785691457032009-05-31T18:53:00.013-04:002009-06-01T09:01:35.044-04:00Strolling Down Memory Lane<div align="justify">This pic is of me and my hubby on our fourth anniversary. I can truly say that I love him more today than ever before. He and I have grown so close over the last six years since we met. Yes, I would definitely marry him all over again. (Sorry for the cleavage. In pregnancy, it's hard to avoid it, considering how they are preparing to serve their one true purpose and all, Lol.) </div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGqGrYaY90ZxKW0bO4r8NRj7bbo8IhJnY6pWgZkO6E8evixCOUrBMJFfBLmvJCJwgO-VLn2Dq-pmpxwut5Nkd6pPCXVAuhRkqzOTtS5AFcFbsK3O22g6OU-4czXqjBHcTLDZ8V8j3JN9Dd/s1600-h/S6303182.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342129573324166610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGqGrYaY90ZxKW0bO4r8NRj7bbo8IhJnY6pWgZkO6E8evixCOUrBMJFfBLmvJCJwgO-VLn2Dq-pmpxwut5Nkd6pPCXVAuhRkqzOTtS5AFcFbsK3O22g6OU-4czXqjBHcTLDZ8V8j3JN9Dd/s400/S6303182.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">May 21, 2009<br /></span></strong><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342129578676959794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGtoXMOSMY38UKyQc2nLAV7Ky5mpfvgoYH2XdxCLhI8tr2rwNHMuRoOk3q3ecJT5WVBTwEMJYbZOpSAlo7at40p0UfwfexH8iH1UnNRBQm1Ee4aXp1scPHHYCbfqrbmHWiRcVsrEYAyxmD/s400/S6303177.JPG" border="0" /><em>Just a Glamour Shot (sorry, vanity runs in my family. I got it honest)<br /></em><em><br /></em>In honor of my anniversary, here is a pic of me and my loverboy, May 21, 2005.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342131341164380162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBBKXB_P91fMnYKkfrYolPQ7jevFrZpYOosMC0Oy7Qcb7fUR1WPZjpchnB7pDGQh5dr_XcThPj3k8utWbxYBLtgBxVCBM_uG0ISkx31NFRgtevIcx-gRnn36XUdGKOXpFXm-q84YlVrZme/s400/MurphyWeddinge1.jpg" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342340281115139730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHGO0SG2QKsKppdfQ_CCZsHb9dOr5z93tRjDqEWNDViC4t6PgG2M8NVskjaDQnVEhxRtjbJhQzIp3UUn_EefvWnGNu_fOhB1jcWgJFuHX-7QZcleBMYV5PiKK0cF91PrGsgx5YxqdY_Av6/s400/MurphyWeddingp4-7.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342340283820147266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9z8UM2hwvcee8UL55dY3hNrLB98WOB0E4AkU700uyntDx1wRkTejcyhCbc2fiHR69WxtVWe0heVK7OALw9NuMDYpzrlT6vfHAgB6s-XH2AJWgpAPZ5KL8VnevjsqSvUOJ20LWYzv9Uw3W/s400/MurphyWeddingp2-7.jpg" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342341276962588914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT2FN6NRcjr6GrAcY4D_VqFh3gYWYsIcqOAOwYCK2VyOLKN5uUQf5nY57ZrNdQoYHEQVYr4T7LiwvOnOoYF6scTCif8WqexGxDy-kiNWES9VM-C1nEUIWDQbt898KQcHEfZY18MZ-wt_yT/s400/MurphyWeddingc6.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342341283176994130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL_558g9O0VRWvz5SijnMPo3qQW2WgFKEjVtJhuzT9ELxdwf6QOIv94Eal2f7ROPJewq48MS4PAJO87iRDvmceaBVtClYCmfkkcnXc6o_dUX_phRD1nDXGFdzSiij2zQBAKFfVAQvM8Tlw/s400/MurphyWeddingbe.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center">St. Louis Zoo Pic (See Mr. Leopard in background) -<br />see previous post for explanation of St. Louis/Zoo Trip.</p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTW9YnjLO5CIfQwQW0b0Xy2R_kW9zf_IVGB8eNG6CXM1-5TXBGDpsYnYa_oIyOC-bVNCwFHvwoFaUH6VMu9ocOnOfED9cNGC0WgbHwWgcXS_eYTl0xBEcxQmf8E56cTLfZhjskN6vwOCK3/s1600-h/S6303205.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342126961804480082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTW9YnjLO5CIfQwQW0b0Xy2R_kW9zf_IVGB8eNG6CXM1-5TXBGDpsYnYa_oIyOC-bVNCwFHvwoFaUH6VMu9ocOnOfED9cNGC0WgbHwWgcXS_eYTl0xBEcxQmf8E56cTLfZhjskN6vwOCK3/s400/S6303205.JPG" border="0" /></a>Me in my bridesmaids dress, passing time until the wedding began. This was for the wedding I was in on May 23, 2009, for one of my closest pals since college.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUwJsFCcE3JHCVKtECCfoXgcHn3sWcAl_L2GiYa0CLfzwlMyK2V58G_5NxZ6fvFFFKe2FiLVpFtNfxacbnR5W62e0DiwYYMLm3PeIEl7ceKeD7s33xYiWeYFEgLD2q5sHy6XZsG0TLDjgu/s1600-h/S6303184.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342126952304754834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUwJsFCcE3JHCVKtECCfoXgcHn3sWcAl_L2GiYa0CLfzwlMyK2V58G_5NxZ6fvFFFKe2FiLVpFtNfxacbnR5W62e0DiwYYMLm3PeIEl7ceKeD7s33xYiWeYFEgLD2q5sHy6XZsG0TLDjgu/s400/S6303184.JPG" border="0" /></a> Me and the Bride, goofing off (at her wedding).<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342128115157411458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVYoC1gYuICtYevfepyLsxOYHoIYUFd4PG-jDdMW5Se_RV63IoUnzzEjPHpOnJkAhubkrWfwAl4dfLXettVyJyYfvpV-6rXKimtJGFe8CCLSxwfiL1pdz68_O07bjGAHRVU-zu1iJ2krBV/s400/Nicie_and_me.jpg" border="0" />Me and the Bride (from above), goofing off (at mine!)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342136178178108098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXZEIlZEGlHsl44ylnKFq2JFLNnqKvS4JkGrQK5393A1wFENdFrwORmMKUTrimFgxXZyHT6jZulE80Bnz4gLsI1EznzEd1b1mWG05QN4sMWMwWfGRtyFkrsQNJSn1s8jpVMhjaLByR44c7/s400/MurphyWeddingfh.jpg" border="0" /></div>Sciencegirl007http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213184019321133372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639095484086770151.post-2177773320340440122009-05-31T18:41:00.004-04:002009-05-31T19:28:03.402-04:00Random Life UpdateHi all!<br /><br />I've been pretty busy lately, so my blogging has suffered.<br /><br />Dex and I celebrated our fourth anniversary on the 21st of May. We got a babysitter (thank you Jesus!) and went to a great restaurant (because, again, food runs my life), and went to see the newest Terminator flick (which was AWESOME!!). I have watched Terminator 1 and 2 so much that I know the dialogue by heart. I can't wait to own this one. I love superheroes. Plus, Batman as Terminator was great. What a wonderful anniversary this one was (was that a Yoda-ism?).<br /><br />I was also a bridesmaid for one of my dearest, oldest friends two weekends ago. She was my first roommate in college and we both hated each other when we first met. "What? You mean we have to share?"<br /><br />It didn't take long for us to become bosom buddies.<br /><br />I won't mention the bridesmaids dresses (Not very flattering on pregnant women). Wait, was that a mention?<br /><br />Hubby, daughter and I had a fabulous time while we were in St. Louis. Met a fabulous, Christian couple who was also expecting and had a two year old daughter. They invited us to church and then we all went to the St. Louis Zoo. Had a wonderful time and forged friendships that I believe will be time tested. I will post pics in next post.<br /><br />Basically, right now I am excited about two things: My book and my baby.<br /><br />I won't really elaborate on my book, except to say that I am done with revisions (which feels great!).<br /><br />I find out on Wednesday whether or not I am correct in my assertion that I am having a boy.<br /><br />Honestly, I don't really care either way, but I am certain that his name is Mathias, which means "gift of God". His life is another testimony of God's grace. So on Wednesday, I'll be sure to post to let you know the outcome. I can't wait to tell every one I told you so. If you know anything about Pentecostals then you'll get me when I say "I feel it in my spirit". Lol.<br /><br />Off to post pics now.Sciencegirl007http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213184019321133372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639095484086770151.post-52745084974234483392009-05-14T13:46:00.006-04:002009-06-01T09:04:50.726-04:00PhotosI wouldn't be me if I didn't post my pics at least a month late.<br /><br />So, better late than never, here are a few pics of my family this past Easter. This was also my husbands 33rd birthday. We had just come back from Orlando (Disney World).<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335740015089541458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipvNfQqT8pum4zAFmGwXEU2v82ShioLP-ccqzet0iU5nkSYlajuDLK5BU8t2WIAhoH1FrVmfYUa2HdRF-RDAaOT6DedaBFqnLFUgcGPssTMGdbRxXDXv08REFVv5hFF2KBltfGCg4QXA7X/s400/Easter+2009.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqsFrFpcJawHR0wcxoUCvWczOwT62GwyCnwETkKOKR73Bz3qDPggeBuWwisAI5-aODfq8utzX_sUtG24Mm5mR96BGlvH72MRlL881sFosw1WdN36Jj4CcHZ99qyWagY1svAqR8561XhrQf/s1600-h/S6303138[1].JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335738695732629778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqsFrFpcJawHR0wcxoUCvWczOwT62GwyCnwETkKOKR73Bz3qDPggeBuWwisAI5-aODfq8utzX_sUtG24Mm5mR96BGlvH72MRlL881sFosw1WdN36Jj4CcHZ99qyWagY1svAqR8561XhrQf/s400/S6303138%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU-cv-ibgCtdvuvl04U4ihO3kr9qufUwzWS0omfH6FZpJ25AGPwJjFVieV261WQFid931442M8vxoRnwjH5dwnu_Z8VENK4k7SFijzho9Tpd6ArW8fvsbEPZNh5cAJKB7ScgevvtbrJybN/s1600-h/S6303128[v1].JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335738688696727154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU-cv-ibgCtdvuvl04U4ihO3kr9qufUwzWS0omfH6FZpJ25AGPwJjFVieV261WQFid931442M8vxoRnwjH5dwnu_Z8VENK4k7SFijzho9Tpd6ArW8fvsbEPZNh5cAJKB7ScgevvtbrJybN/s400/S6303128%5Bv1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Sciencegirl007http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213184019321133372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639095484086770151.post-85586802709843943762009-05-08T15:13:00.002-04:002009-05-08T15:14:14.414-04:00Smelling the RosesLife is a challenge<br />Not a competition<br />You can still smell the roses<br />And be on a mission<br /> <br />This is a quote from an India.Arie song. I adore her. She has a wonderful outlook on life that shines through her music. <br /><br />The words really mean something to me. I find myself always running around with a goal. People have often told me to stop and smell the roses. I’m always on a mission. This verse is right. You can do both.<br /><br />This Sunday is Mother’s day and I’m excited. My husband told me last night that he’s taking me out of town this weekend, but he won’t tell me where. I’m pretty sure he’s taking me home. I really want to see my niece get ready for her prom and I’ve been making comments about it. Other than that, I’m not really sure where we’re going.<br /><br />Here’s to hoping wherever it is, it has a spa.Sciencegirl007http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213184019321133372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639095484086770151.post-49019200062620718332009-05-06T22:05:00.008-04:002009-05-06T22:25:41.603-04:00Whoa is meYeah, okay, another whoa is me post. I know how I sound. Pathetic right? But really, you gotta hear this.<br /><br />So, one night I go to bed as usual (remember, we co-sleep) and since my daughter is older now, she basically sleeps in the middle of us. I had forgotten to get rid of the bed rail that we attached to the bed. On this particular night, I slept in the oddest position that I, of course, don't remember, except for the painful reminder I awoke to the next morning.<br /><br />The next day, I had an excrutiating pain in my shoulder. Since I am a nerd, I self-diagnosed myself as having shoulder tendinitis, or more specifically an inflamed rotator cuff. If you've ever had tendinitis then you know it's no joke. I dealt with the pain for a few days, but then it became debillitating where my arm was essentially glued to my side (this was last week, btw) so I made an appt with a specialist. By the time the appt time came (a few days after I made the appt), the pain started receding and since I've had tendinitis before, I knew it was probably getting better on it's own and no reason to go the doc.<br /><br />Now, let me preface my decision to not see the Doc by saying that about a month ago, I went to the ER b/c I had the most severe ear pain I've ever had in my life. My ear was screaming at me and in turn I screamed back. After waiting 5 hours in the ER (by myself b/c hubby was home with our daughter, no way I was taking her to the ER for nothing), I get to the back and see the nurse (I hate this practice, btw; who wants to pay "dr" money to see a nurse?) and he tells me that he's going to give me steroids for it. It wasn't an infection, just fluid behind my ear drum. My whole fam had been sick recently and it's typical with congestion. So I tell the nurse, hold up, look at my chart, I'm pregnant. I am also a chemist so I know there's no way I can take steroids right now (especially in the 1st trimester). He then basically closes the case by saying "Oh, well then you'll have to take some benadryl then and hope for the best". You've got to be kidding me. Five-Hours-In-The-Er.<br /><br />So....fast foward. If my pain is in fact subsiding, then I see absolutely no need to go the doc for no reason so they can tell me that I can't have the cortisone shot that I so desperately need. And guess what? Hallelujah, pain is really fading. Not all the way gone, mind you, but fading. That was Thursday, last week.<br /><br />Now, at 10pm on Wednesday of the next week. Said pain returning in same arm. Ow.<br /><br />Debating on my plan of attack. So far my defense has been icing it down. I just don't want another ER episode, ya know? I can't even take advil. It's an NSAID (which would relieve the inflammation) and is not recommended for pregnancy.<br /><br />So, like the title of my post. Whoa is me. I need a spa day.Sciencegirl007http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213184019321133372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639095484086770151.post-86960887333228023332009-04-30T08:18:00.004-04:002009-04-30T08:26:21.827-04:00Love makes me chokeBut in a good way, though. Right now, my emotions are stitched on my sleeve. I can’t help it either. Anything that pops up on TV that has the smallest hint of love, or charity, or compassion, makes me blubber like a baby. I guess it’s fitting.<br /><br />Yesterday, for the millionth time, I watched one of fav movies, Practical Magic. I love Sandra Bullock, don’t you? Well, in the end when she sacrifices for her sister and cuts her hand and says “my blood, your blood” I got sooo choked and tears began streaming down my face. (Oh no, it’s happening again!). Nevermind that I’ve seen this movie a gazillion times. Nevermind that I know it’s coming. It still got me.<br />And that’s not the worst of it. I boo hoo’ed one day watching HGTV. This poor girl bought her first house and later found out that the contractors who built the basement apartment did a shoddy job on everything and she had to spend $40K to fix it. Then, the new contractors she hired didn’t fix it and took her money. So she called HGTV and they came out with their lifesaver contractor crew and fixed it right for another $40K. While she told her story, she was crying like a baby and if I had her number I would’ve called her and told that I definitely could feel her pain. I’m a total sympathy freak right now.<br /><br />But, I guess things could be worse, right?<br /><br />I could be having daily conniptions over food. Wait, a minute…that’s already happened. Yikes!<br /><br />Remind me one day to tell you about the hamburger fiasco.Sciencegirl007http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213184019321133372noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639095484086770151.post-77759030747207302422009-04-27T08:52:00.000-04:002009-04-27T08:53:03.702-04:00Happy Birthday Mommy!!!Oh and before I forget!<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Happy Birthday Mommy!!!</span></strong><br /><br />Smooches!Sciencegirl007http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213184019321133372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639095484086770151.post-75906658873757208312009-04-27T08:51:00.001-04:002009-06-01T09:06:00.461-04:00Two goals down….Ninety eight more to go.<br /><br /><strong>First goal:</strong><br />I’ve recently acquired an agent to represent my middle grade fiction novel. She’s a wonderful woman who I feel very blessed and honored to have as the champion for my work. Her name is L. Spencer Humphrey and she has lots of experience in publishing and I am sure she will do an awesome job pitching my story.<br /><br />Philippians 4:13<br /><strong><br />Second goal:</strong><br />My new agent gave me some excellent editorial advice on how to make my story stronger and more compelling and I took her advice and capitalized on it. It took me about 5 weeks (I think), but I’ve recently handed her the revised copy of my completed middle grade novel. The book is intended to be a series and book 2 has been drafted, but still needs work.<br /><br />So, now all that’s left is for her to take her time perusing it and then offer her opinion on it. I am truly hoping that she think it’s ready for submission to editors. If not, then I trust her explicitly and work my tail off to make sure the book lives up the premise (which is awesome, I might add).<br /><br />So wish me luck!!!!!Sciencegirl007http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213184019321133372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639095484086770151.post-15708722590348278522009-04-27T08:44:00.002-04:002009-04-27T08:46:16.573-04:00LOVE/HATEOnly in pregnancy can a person have a true love/hate relationship with food. Those of you who have carried a baby in your tummy know exactly what I’m talking about. For those of you who have yet to enter into motherhood, or who are male, let me elaborate a bit for you.<br /><br />When you are pregnant, you are in the process of creating a new human being on the earth. This new mass/matter does not come without other new mass entering into the woman’s body (i.e. food). It’s the <strong>first law of thermodynamics</strong>: Energy cannot be created nor destroyed. So, basically in order for a baby to grow, you need to create tissues. In order to create tissue, you have to EAT mountains worth of food. Well, not really mountains, but sometimes it sure feels like it.<br /><br />So what does the body do? It <em>makes</em> you eat. It makes you eat, by making it extremely painful for you not to eat. Do you know why? Well, because if our bodies didn’t have some sort of mechanism by which to make us (or in other words remind us) to eat, then we’d just go about our busy little days and never nourish ourselves. How many of you, in your rush to get the morning started have ever skipped breakfast? Exactly. But the thing is, when you’re pregnant, this type of behavior goes out the window. If you do not eat, you will experience horrible, horrible consequences.<br /><br />So that’s the Love part, believe it or not. You live for food. You live to find the next morsel of something you can tolerate so that you can pop it into your mouth and savor it. <strong>Food begins to sum up your existence on this earth.</strong><br /><br />But what about when you’re hungry (and sick as a result of the hunger) but can’t find anything, absolutely <em>NOTHING</em>, within reach that you can eat? Or better yet, what if you simply CAN’T eat?<br /><br />Again, let me clarify. Sometimes when you’re pregnant, you get that familiar tug in your tummy that reminds you that you’d better get some food (and quick!) or else. But, because we are those busy little bees, we don’t always do what we’re told. Sometimes, we push it back a tad longer. And then what happens? Well for me, it’s morning sickness (as if I didn’t have enough already!). Scientifically, when you are pregnant, certain hormones (namely progesterone) are present in abundance so that the uterus can remain strong and the lining of it can remain thick enough to keep the baby safe. As a result of this, it also creates an excess of stomach acid which in turn causes more morning sickness (a very queasy, nauseous feeling for me). (There is also another theory regarding HcG, but we’ll save that for another day, shall we?). So when you feel morning sickness, sometimes it makes it impossible to eat at all. And other times, because of your body’s needs, you might be craving the one thing on the earth that you can’t find or just can’t have.<br />For me, it’s tuna. I looooove tuna when I’m pregnant. But, with tuna being a rather large fish, it also has an abundance of mercury (Hg) in it so it is not recommended to eat more than 8 or so ounces a week. I could down that in one sitting right now.<br /><br />So that’s the hate part. You live to eat, but sometimes you just can’t. <strong>Which means that food further runs your life and now you’re a slave.<br /></strong><br />Okay….done with that lecture. Now on to cravings…..(I could so write a book).Sciencegirl007http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213184019321133372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639095484086770151.post-40445277365657883532009-04-24T16:51:00.002-04:002009-04-24T16:55:33.402-04:00Random Musings<strong>Ooh la la, it’s my favorite day of the week!</strong> And you know what? All I want to do is SLEEP! I haven’t been getting enough Z’s all week and it has really been catching up with me. <br /><br />I have a friend whose daughter has just been diagnosed with juvenile diabetes and went to see her in the hospital yesterday so I didn’t get much shut eye last night. After I got home (which was after 10pm) I couldn’t stop thinking about and praying for this little girl so that kept me up a little longer. She’s such a little lady, and she’s going through the hardest time of her life right now. It’s hard for someone so young (she’s 11) not to feel like life is unfair. I sat with her and parents as the nurses came in to prick her fingers (for the millionth time) and inject her with insulin. The poor thing had throbbing little fingers and I know it was so hard for her mother to bear.<br /><br />I bought her High School Musical 3 today…she said she knows 1 and 2 by heart, but has never seen 3. I thought it was a golden opportunity to show this little girl how much she’s loved and to hopefully allow her a couple of hours to check out of this world and jump into an imaginary one. She is so much like me when I was her age. She absorbs books like she’s a sponge, and she loves the same kind of cute, rinky-dinky movies that I did. (Of course, for me it was Grease 1 and 2…can you say “cool rider?”)<br /><br />The baby in my tummy (thinking of Yo Gabba's song, "there's a party in my tummy" as I say this) is making me the hungriest chick on this side of the Ohio River. I can't seem to get enough of it. So far, luckily, I have managed not to put on any weight, which is really good. At one point, I even lost 5 lbs (just couldn't eat) but have since gained that back. Maybe it water weight, who knows. I think this baby is a boy. Why? Just say I have a divine intuition. God said he will give us the desires of our hearts, and not to mention that we've picked out a name that is a testimony to his presence in our lives. If it is indeed a boy, his name will be Mathias. It means "Gift of God" which is absolutely perfect. I can't remember if I told you this or not. But either way, boy or girl, this baby will loved fiercely, and wholeheartedly every single day of his/her life.<br /><br /><br />My little toddler has been keeping me on my toes as well. She’s saying all kinds of words now and we’re having a ball listening to her sweet, little melodic voice. <br />This is a list of her vocabulary as of yesterday:<br /><br /><span style="color:#663366;"><strong>Wow Wow (from Wow wow wubzy, a cartoon show)<br />On (she says this everytime we turn on a light or when she gets in the car and wants the backseat DVD player on)<br />Dora (need I say more?)<br />Door (she points to the door when we open it)<br />Bye (such a simple word, but it melts my heart when she says it!)<br />Hey baby (we greet her like this so now she says it to us!)<br />Dog, roof, roof (learned this at daycare)<br />No<br />Daddy<br />Mama<br />nose (points to her nose, but when she says it, it actually comes out like nor) <br />I (we’re trying to teach her I love you, but she’ll say I, but then she won’t say love)</strong><br /></span><br />Maybe this list isn’t very impressive (I honestly have no idea one way or the other), but let me assure you that the child knows and understands everything we say to her. It’s amazing really. Finally we have our little go-getter (or fetcher, whatever you want to call it). “Go get mommy’s glasses, please” and she’ll go straight to my glasses on the ottoman. “Go get the diaper and baby wipes” and she’ll bring that to you to. Needless to say, she’s fetched the remote more than once.Sciencegirl007http://www.blogger.com/profile/18213184019321133372noreply@blogger.com0