<?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-7145386791839040541</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:10:23.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dollface Portraits</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7145386791839040541.post-3423470389273334858</id><published>2009-03-17T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T07:00:34.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Start to A New Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I honestly never thought that I'd find what I want to truly do for a professional career until I tried to find it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I started working at a photography studio as a photographer a couple weeks ago and fell in love deeper with the work than before when i felt it was just a 'phase'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I enjoy it every day inwhich I am planned to work at the studio.. and wake up wanting to work instead of i have to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So far, my favorite subject to shoot are babies. Even though there are times when they are def. fussy, but some how I've learned to shoot my very best no matter what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am looking, now, to fulfill this job as a career inwhich i'll fulfill to the greatest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I would post some of my work, but currently I don't have the option to do so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Money is being put away for a 'bad ass' camera inwhich will gain my portfolio and be another step towards engaging in my passion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145386791839040541-3423470389273334858?l=lithalouster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/3423470389273334858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145386791839040541&amp;postID=3423470389273334858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/3423470389273334858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/3423470389273334858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-start-to-new-me.html' title='A New Start to A New Me...'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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-7145386791839040541.post-3406061250330466921</id><published>2009-01-24T11:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:34:37.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not feeling so grand...</title><content type='html'>This morning, I woke up with not that great of a feeling in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what it is... but i feel like someone punched me in the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;Also, lastnight, my parents and I went to a karaoke bar to meet up with some of&lt;br /&gt;my other family members and friends. it was some hillarious fun. Afterwards, we&lt;br /&gt;ended up going to my cousin's house... and pretty much talked about nothing other&lt;br /&gt;than how her husband ... my cousin - in - law... almost got in a fight with 3&lt;br /&gt;biker guys inwhich (like any other guys) are greatly taller than him. It was a long&lt;br /&gt;story told multiple times and in multiple versions.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway... we ended up going home at about 1... I went straight to bed, and mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;stayed up longer for a little snack... they say they probably went to bed around 2 'ish.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's pretty much my weekend so far... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145386791839040541-3406061250330466921?l=lithalouster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/3406061250330466921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145386791839040541&amp;postID=3406061250330466921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/3406061250330466921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/3406061250330466921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-feeling-so-grand.html' title='not feeling so grand...'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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-7145386791839040541.post-2523764874720962322</id><published>2009-01-07T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:58:20.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLOGGER UNDER CONSTRUCTION!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be back soon!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145386791839040541-2523764874720962322?l=lithalouster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/2523764874720962322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145386791839040541&amp;postID=2523764874720962322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/2523764874720962322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/2523764874720962322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/2009/01/bbs.html' title='BBS'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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-7145386791839040541.post-584059521604190943</id><published>2008-12-23T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:23:27.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is not going to be my "new years resolution"</title><content type='html'>I'm home. I've actually been home for about 2 1/2 weeks now. It's a big change really. I haven't been truthful to my 'detox' like I should been... &amp;amp; so yesterday when getting weighed at the doctor's office, I had only lost 2 lbs. I feel embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be hard this week though, with christmas and all since there are going to be pies... and all sorts of other sweets. I know it seems silly but it truly is really hard. But, I am going to do it.&lt;br /&gt;This isn't going to be my 'new years resolution' for that's a whole other story... this is just going to be something I am going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145386791839040541-584059521604190943?l=lithalouster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/584059521604190943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145386791839040541&amp;postID=584059521604190943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/584059521604190943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/584059521604190943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-not-going-to-be-my-new-years.html' title='This is not going to be my &quot;new years resolution&quot;'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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-7145386791839040541.post-3491559970985171892</id><published>2008-11-26T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:42:28.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the day inwhich I get to go home....</title><content type='html'>Today is the day inwhich I am finally going back home.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long eight months living up here... but now it's time to get back to where I want to be. I am still going to stick with my detox and kelations, and such...  but just be around people.&lt;br /&gt;Up here I would be around people... but they were always more than 10 years older than me, so I would always feel like the little baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, I actually am around ones my age, and such and so that's one reason why I am so excited to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was interesting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Chayah flew in from Alabama, and I had to pick him up in Garland... even though the map showed the destination as easy.... I ofcourse got lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found were I was going shortly after though, so it wasn't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm cooking him pancakes... (if ever he wakes up) .... so I gtg incase they are starting to burn... AH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145386791839040541-3491559970985171892?l=lithalouster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/3491559970985171892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145386791839040541&amp;postID=3491559970985171892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/3491559970985171892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/3491559970985171892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-is-day-inwhich-i-get-to-go-home.html' title='Today is the day inwhich I get to go home....'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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-7145386791839040541.post-2485711755423782341</id><published>2008-11-25T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:34:49.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going home tomorrow... oh goodness</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I am finally going to move back home. My bags are packed, and I am now just counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds (okay so maybe not the minutes and seconds) haha.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait, and I can't tell you what I am feeling about being able to move back home.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to seem like... i'm saying 'thank god i'm leaving this house' because I love the sister &amp;amp; brother - in - law tuns... but they are at a point to where they should start their own little family... and I want to give them that space, to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Chayah is going to come stay the night as he has been in Arizona for a couple of weeks, and is comming on a plane and is going to stay with us tonight, and then drive home with us tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home tomorrow..... oh goodness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145386791839040541-2485711755423782341?l=lithalouster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/2485711755423782341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145386791839040541&amp;postID=2485711755423782341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/2485711755423782341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/2485711755423782341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-going-home-tomorrow-oh-goodness.html' title='I&apos;m going home tomorrow... oh goodness'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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-7145386791839040541.post-1790186424130992432</id><published>2008-11-23T20:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:31:53.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a woman</title><content type='html'>Alright, I'm sitting on the floor in the living room watching one of my favorite shows inwhich i love to watch... Ruby. It's about an obese woman inwhich weighs over 400 lbs... and is showing that if she can do it... anyone can do it in other words.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's episode is about 'willpower' and risking temptation.&lt;br /&gt;Well..... all I have to say is that I haven't been 'stickin' to my detox as well as I should be.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gained weight... but then I haven't loss weight either. I'm failing.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my first kelation shot for Phase II... I'm actually looking forward to it... even though I have a feeling that I'm probably going to be feeling 'weezy' again as I did when I did the very first kelation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am still packing for the fact that I am moving back home on thursday. It was originally planned that I was going to drive my car home... which like i said... ME driving MY car HOME.... and ofcourse, (like last time) it turned around on me... to where I'm not driving my car...&lt;br /&gt;damn, this sucks really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, my right ear will not stop ringing... and it's actually starting to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;It did this for the first time a few days ago, and wore off after a while.&lt;br /&gt;But, I have noticed that my hearing seems to be getting worse....  and no one seems to believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on what I was wanting to really blog about, I am commiting back to the fact that I am going to lose more weight, get back into shape, and just do it right again. No more temptation... no more 'sneaks' no more depression basically because I did so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way I feel as if I do so, because I'm being told by others to not do so, and I'm going through the phase of that I feel like everyone is still talking to me like a little kid inwhich I am not... I'm a woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145386791839040541-1790186424130992432?l=lithalouster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/1790186424130992432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145386791839040541&amp;postID=1790186424130992432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/1790186424130992432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/1790186424130992432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-woman.html' title='I am a woman'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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-7145386791839040541.post-2445815912574214201</id><published>2008-11-16T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:29:08.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 days left</title><content type='html'>With 9 days left until going home, i'm looking to enjoy the time inwhich remains with being here. Today I woke up with a massive headache and felt really sick that I ended up going back to bed at 1 p.m. and waking back up at 4 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still tired right now, but am wanting to stay up to watch the Cowboys game. yeah i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm uncertain as to what I am going to do this week... but I know that I am in need of looking for a job, and so much more for when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, i'm brain tired, so night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145386791839040541-2445815912574214201?l=lithalouster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/2445815912574214201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145386791839040541&amp;postID=2445815912574214201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/2445815912574214201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/2445815912574214201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/2008/11/9-days-left.html' title='9 days left'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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-7145386791839040541.post-3306244709932279315</id><published>2008-11-12T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:55:36.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I get to go home!!!</title><content type='html'>I just got done from playing MarioKart Wii for a while, and now am watching television. I was thinking though of what exactly is going on in my 'reality'. I had a crush on a guy inwhich is 3 years younger than me, but yet, thinking about it I came to the conclusion that he truly is a 'player' and just tries to get as many girls as he can to up his confidence. But ofcourse, what guy doesn't? A true man doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;I came to the conclusion also that I am just not going to bother with it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;The negative reaction to it is that my text message bill is going to be a bomber. So, there's another bill i have to mess with. I feel bad &amp;amp; stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, so I have 2 weeks until I get to finally go home. It's going to be a challenge, but finally relaxing at the same time. I am in the process, right now, to find a job to help pay for my car, and save up to pay my medical bills. I also, want to help my mom with re-do the house and fix it up in an awesome way. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE GRAND... but it'll be more comforting to be home and not alone all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I LOVED my time here and everything, but the sister &amp;amp; brother-in-law are pretty much STILL starting their life together and processing in the new practice and also perhaps start a family, and i just feel in the way.... so i get to go home!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145386791839040541-3306244709932279315?l=lithalouster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/3306244709932279315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145386791839040541&amp;postID=3306244709932279315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/3306244709932279315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/3306244709932279315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-i-get-to-go-home.html' title='So I get to go home!!!'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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-7145386791839040541.post-263813691486574888</id><published>2008-11-12T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:05:43.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks</title><content type='html'>I finally get the chance to go home. I'm soooo excited. I can't wait. I've 'enjoyed' my time while up here but can't wait to see my family &amp;amp; friends. It's crazy, I can't believe it's already here!&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted in a while due to the fact that we've been pretty busy with opening up the new practice finally! I had a job for a while with a theater... but didn't like that fact that they didn't care of what I said I could work (at interview) and scheduled me only 10 hours a week, and the pay sucked. I ended up calling in on saturday, and was told that if I didn't find anyone to cover for me, then I would have to come in "no matter how bad you feel"... yeah, sorry, but it's not going to happen that way. So then I didn't show up or anything... so now for the next 2 weeks, i'm going to just work for the sister &amp;amp; brother-in-law... and hopefully the next 2 weeks will pass and I'll be at home... oh home sweet home.. hahhaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145386791839040541-263813691486574888?l=lithalouster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/263813691486574888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145386791839040541&amp;postID=263813691486574888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/263813691486574888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/263813691486574888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-weeks.html' title='2 weeks'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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-7145386791839040541.post-4945628946555513756</id><published>2008-10-26T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:42:49.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing this weekend will not work out, if it happens</title><content type='html'>I'm home alone, which is weird, because I feel more able to tell what is truly on my mind and not worry if i'm being judged for what comes out of my mouth. I'm not saying that's a big deal though... no worries.&lt;br /&gt;I have had a weird feeling all day today... as if I'm pretty much NUMB. It is the weirdest thing... I felt like crying for 3 hours, &amp;amp; watching Patch Adams didn't help that, my fault. But then I felt sick to my stomach for a few hours... then I'd be dead tired. I don't know what the problem is with this whole situation, but it sucks today. I noticed that the weather was acting weird also, so I was wanting to put the blame on that... i guess that's all i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still homesick... &amp;amp; unfortunately am unable to get the weekend of thanksgiving off so I can go home to see my family. But J &amp;amp; B think that I should just work until thanksgiving, &amp;amp; then quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, one subject of the day was 'when are you finishing this detox?' and well, I was calculating it and it always turns out to end in February or March. I wish it ended in december, but it doesn't look like that is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here watching House. It's a t.v. show inwhich this doctor named House is supposidly the craziest genious that can find the simplist problem that may seem as if it's deadly, but then it's only because they have a clogged intestine or something, while all the other assistant doctors are thinking it's cancer or something huge. it's awesome. I remember watching it with mom &amp;amp; dad when it first came out... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be a crazy day as we are officially starting on the new practice move. Barb hired a new assistant &amp;amp; she is going to start tomorrow also. Then, tuesday, James' mom is going to come stay for a while, so it's going to be a ''full'' house and just crazy in simple words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am luckily off this whole week, until friday... but then I probably am going to 'jinks' myself &amp;amp; I'll have to close both days on this weekend, which is not going to work out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145386791839040541-4945628946555513756?l=lithalouster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/4945628946555513756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145386791839040541&amp;postID=4945628946555513756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/4945628946555513756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/4945628946555513756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-home-alone-which-is-weird-because-i.html' title='Closing this weekend will not work out, if it happens'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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-7145386791839040541.post-5979190618912570962</id><published>2008-10-23T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:08:05.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not going to prove it to you</title><content type='html'>I just went out to eat, and I had a sour cream chicken enchilada... yeah, bad me. In other words, I ate something inwhich is against my rules. My sister told me that for the past couple of days that I have been going against my rules... my first reaction was that I have not... but then it got me to thinking, and really I am not going against, but I am not going with my rules.&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow I am going to get back into my 'rule book' state and not eat/do anything against anymore, before it gets too deep into it. I have to work at 12 p.m. tomorrow til 5 p.m. and then plan to go work out for a good while to basically make up for it. And that's no lie... I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also sat down with the sister during dinner at Amelia's to talk about what I'm doing... and plan to do.&lt;br /&gt;She plain out came and told me that I need to do it and not just talk about it. Which is right. It seems like every conversation is filled with an idea inwhich I hold, but then I'm not willing to do it because of one person's negative idea.&lt;br /&gt;So in other words, I was placed back into reality thanks to just a few comments.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking to find when I am able to go home. I'm looking to prove to everyone that when I do go home, it will not change the fact that my health is 'at risk' for certain things. I want to prove that I can take something that is said that not too many get far with, and get further than expected. I am going to prove that I think much better since starting the chelation and treatments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to not prove you... I am going to prove myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cheezy as that may sound... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145386791839040541-5979190618912570962?l=lithalouster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/5979190618912570962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145386791839040541&amp;postID=5979190618912570962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/5979190618912570962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/5979190618912570962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-not-going-to-prove-it-to-you.html' title='I am not going to prove it to you'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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-7145386791839040541.post-6378436629634959995</id><published>2008-10-13T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:14:23.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Mystifying... and so is losing 21 lbs.</title><content type='html'>At a loss of 21 lbs now, since September 1st, I am at a loss for the words to express my feelings inside. I first weighed myself at the sister's practice, and had to do a 'double take' and make sure it was true and indeed, it was. I have lost a total of 21 lbs in exactly 6 weeks!! So basically I have lost 3.5 lbs per week... crazy 'eh? I think so too. I am on my 3rd day of starting the 5 week 'break' from chelation. Tonight, on an empty stomach and before I go to bed, I start my pill 'doing' inwhich I take 2 pills 2 x a week, and the two days have to be in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, things are alright, but ofcourse can be better.... I'm sitting here with the two chihuahuas playing next to me. For some odd reason it seems as if 'Chloe' (the momma) is trying to hump 'her daughter' 'Layla'... yeah, weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my plans for tomorrow are to go to work out at 8.30 a.m. and at sometime shop for a pair of navy pants, and black (not tennis) shoes for work inwhich is at 5.00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the family side, it turns out that another 'issue' has hit the wall. My aunt (the oldest of the 13 kids) has fallen with amonia (sp?) inwhich is affecting her brain cancer, and all sorts of other things inwhich can not help you but think negative. I am trying to stay positive for my pops &amp;amp; ma... but it's not that easy after losing 2 members of the family not even 5 months between them. Who knows what 'God' holds for the future... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because life is mystifying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145386791839040541-6378436629634959995?l=lithalouster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/6378436629634959995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145386791839040541&amp;postID=6378436629634959995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/6378436629634959995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/6378436629634959995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-is-mystifying-and-so-is-losing-21.html' title='Life is Mystifying... and so is losing 21 lbs.'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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-7145386791839040541.post-7670366634995761284</id><published>2008-10-12T08:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T08:42:55.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SFF</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a good amount of fun as we were hosting a booth at the SFF for free massages and a spin wheel (inwhich i decorated!!! hahaha) inwhich the kids could spin for candy or a toy. We ended up signing 17 or so people as new patients. That's a good number i think.  It lasted from 10 am to 4 pm, it was long as hell, but fun.&lt;br /&gt;There was a car show going on across the street from where we were, so we could check out the cars inwhich were arriving or leaving the show. There were some amazing looking ones, and then some that looked like someone purchased it because it was old, and painted it a bright orange color. haha.&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be just James &amp;amp; I basically the whole time. But Heather came in for a couple hours as she had a busy day all planned out... so it was def. sweet of her to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, today, I have to go to work at 4:30 to do some paperwork and receive my uniform! hopefully they'll have my size in pants and such... hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So more laters :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145386791839040541-7670366634995761284?l=lithalouster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/7670366634995761284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145386791839040541&amp;postID=7670366634995761284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/7670366634995761284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/7670366634995761284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/2008/10/sff.html' title='SFF'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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-7145386791839040541.post-3199979486070653792</id><published>2008-10-10T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:09:44.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got the job!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was basically just preparing for the interview at 5:30 p.m. which ended up taking only about 25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;I got to the 'destination' and had to sit on a couch inwhich was not that bad... it was actually kinda comfy.(should that matter). I sat there with another woman next to me a few seats over. She kinda smelt, but i guess, it didn't matter, i was there to get the job, and not just worry about smelling people. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;She ended up going before me, because her interview as scheduled before mine. She walked back with Isaac, and they came back if not 15 minutes later. I was being a snoop and heard him say to her that "we'll give you a call as soon as we make our decision" and she walked out the door.&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, he came and got me and we walked back through a hall and sat down on some benches, and talked. He asked me a couple questions (4 to be exact) and they were so easy to answer... (probably because he was cute and it was easy to flirt with him) hahaha... he was cute.... (shhhh).&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, the interview went pretty good, as the result ended to him walking me to the door and asking if it would be good for me to come in on sunday at 4:30 to sign some papers and get my UNIFORM! so obviously, if you didn't understand the uniform part, then, it is shown that i GOT THE JJJJOOOOBBBB! yeah, i know that's baddasss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, well other than that, today, i'm cleaning the huge ass house and preparing for the photographer to come over and take pictures of the sister &amp;amp; brother-in-law for their practice, and such.... :) also, for the fact that all day tomorrow, the brother-in-law and I are hosting our booth at the fall fest... and I get to work with the little kids! i'm soooo excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145386791839040541-3199979486070653792?l=lithalouster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/3199979486070653792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145386791839040541&amp;postID=3199979486070653792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/3199979486070653792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/3199979486070653792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/2008/10/got-job.html' title='Got the job!'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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-7145386791839040541.post-6512608606376789702</id><published>2008-10-09T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:18:54.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phase I complete! :D</title><content type='html'>I just got to the house a few minutes ago from completing an vitamin c i.v. treatment.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the official last chelation treatment for the 1st phase of this treatment. I now have 5 weeks inwhich I do not have to go to the doctor's office and get shots two times a week. But instead,  I have to take 2 of 1 pill 2x a week but those 2 days have to be in a row. Make sense? it actually didn't make sense to me at first, but if you think about it, it is understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am feeling pretty good just laid back and calm, and trying to think of what I need to get done before my 5:30 interview. My thoughts still are the same, to where I am down but calm at the same time... make sense? It doesn't to me either.&lt;br /&gt;I explained it to my doctor this morning and he said that it's because the chelation is cleaning out the iritation of the metals/arsenic and such and so you're body is getting to where you are originally supposed to be, it's just taking a while. (ofcourse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I talked with my mama on my way to the house after the appointment, and she is painting my room back home to match my bedding and such. I am excited to see the outcome of the color. Before, we actually painted it a dark shiny teal color, that didn't turn out the way that I wanted it (for one thing, it was ddddddddddarrrrrrrrrk &amp;amp; well, just odd looking)... haha. so i'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this saturday, my brother - in - law &amp;amp; I (as well as their 'assistant') are going to be working our booth at the fall fest that's going to be some fun. I am actually working with the kids, and pretty much getting the people in, and then the assistant is going to sign people up for the appointments, and then the brother in law (ofcourse) is going to do the massages... (oo lala) lol.&lt;br /&gt;So that's something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145386791839040541-6512608606376789702?l=lithalouster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/6512608606376789702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145386791839040541&amp;postID=6512608606376789702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/6512608606376789702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/6512608606376789702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='Phase I complete! :D'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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-7145386791839040541.post-8400472142456597551</id><published>2008-10-07T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T13:45:05.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something is wrong here.</title><content type='html'>Im putting together a 'moving letter' for my sister's new practice and decided to 'stop by' and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;clear my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;These past couple of days have been bringing me to feel different emotions that I feel I can not control. I know, if you're human then you are able to handle your emotions. For some reason I feel I am unable to do so.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like no matter what I say to others, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;they just don't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and put their own conclusion to the problem. I also feel as if I can not decide my own thoughts and everything inwhich should be my choice. I mean, seriously, &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm 21 now&lt;/span&gt;, I should be able to. I've been told, though, a pretty good amount of times that I have an issue to where &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;I 'hide in my shell'&lt;/span&gt; and let people run over me, and I guess they are right, because something is wrong here.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't truly slept these past couple of nights because &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my mind just keeps wondering&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on thoughts inwhich I feel this situation should be as.  But anyways.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that I am doing really good in this 'oh so awesome' detox inwhich  I've been going through for the past two months. I have, so far,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt; lost 14 - 15 lbs&lt;/span&gt;...my destination is 50 total. (it's going to be so hard, seeing as how i have the biggest freakin tops ever... hahahaha!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145386791839040541-8400472142456597551?l=lithalouster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/8400472142456597551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145386791839040541&amp;postID=8400472142456597551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/8400472142456597551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/8400472142456597551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/2008/10/something-is-wrong-here.html' title='Something is wrong here.'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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-7145386791839040541.post-9002842513760230214</id><published>2008-10-06T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T13:16:13.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the good times</title><content type='html'>It's crazy how mystifying life is. It seems as if one day you're 13 and then the next you're 21. With that said, my birthday finally came and then ofcourse passed quicker than anything. It was a fun night. My parents came to town, and we all, including my cousin &amp;amp; his wife &amp;amp; kid, to dinner at this awesome grand restaurant inwhich I had 2 margaritas (huuuuugeeee onesss) that were soooooo good. I ended up getting a beautiful ring from my parents inwhich is from James Avery... (my favorite jewelry are rings ;) ) Also, I recieved a beautiful necklace, a pilates ring (haha), an awesome picture holder wall poster (it's beautiful), and some other stuff that was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, five days before my birthday, my grandmother 'dads mom' passed away after having a stroke. To me, it feels as if it really hasn't happend.&lt;br /&gt;I was not able to go to the funeral, due to the fact that it was in New York, and I live out of state. My dad luckily was able to go. My mom on the other hand, just came up here and stayed with my sister &amp;amp; brother - in - law &amp;amp; I for the week that he was in new york. It was alot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently still looking for that job inwhich I need greatly. I also am thinking that perhaps I want to go back to school. It could help me get a job inwhich actually provides great options, and it doesn't have to be a grocery/food store or anything of that sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought that is also crossing in my mind is what my idea of a good career would be.&lt;br /&gt;my interests are:&lt;br /&gt;- Photography&lt;br /&gt;- Music&lt;br /&gt;- Bakery (mmm sweets)&lt;br /&gt;and so much more...  hmmmm..... decisions decisions....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145386791839040541-9002842513760230214?l=lithalouster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/9002842513760230214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145386791839040541&amp;postID=9002842513760230214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/9002842513760230214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/9002842513760230214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-good-times.html' title='For the good times'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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-7145386791839040541.post-5180368310809383673</id><published>2008-09-16T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T16:07:57.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butter Rum :) More for me :)</title><content type='html'>Exhausted from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;3 hours of work out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today, I am still pump'd for another class in about an hour... but this one is more 'relaxing' known as &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pilates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Not much else went on today, but I watched 2 movies. ( &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Maid of Honor &amp;amp; The Love Guru&lt;/span&gt;) Maid of Honor is a cute movie &amp;amp; I'm willing to watch it again tonight with my sister &amp;amp; brother - in - law.&lt;br /&gt;This morning's work outs went pretty well, but for some reason I'm just not able to do as good as lately (all because I missed those 3 days in a row). But hopefully it will get back to where I want it. I am still losing pounds &amp;amp; such, but ready to see &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MORE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;reactions... such as &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUSCLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! ;P. I am so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;My birthday&lt;/span&gt; is in ONE WEEK &amp;amp; I am turning the big two-one. It sucks that I am unable to go home due to some situations &amp;amp; other reasons. I wanted to spend my 21st birthday with family &amp;amp; friends. :(. But there will be other chances right?&lt;br /&gt;I am 'at this moment' watching the 'oh so favorite' show of my sister &amp;amp; I... &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The Hills&lt;/span&gt; :).&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;FABULOUS&lt;/span&gt;!!! It is chilly in the morning &amp;amp; then warm the rest of the day. I bought a new coffee lastnight at Target, known as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Butter Rum&lt;/span&gt;. I think it is pretty good, but the sister didn't think it's that great and it tasted 'artifical'. (I thought it was good, so that means more for me :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145386791839040541-5180368310809383673?l=lithalouster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/5180368310809383673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145386791839040541&amp;postID=5180368310809383673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/5180368310809383673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/5180368310809383673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/2008/09/butter-rum-more-for-me.html' title='Butter Rum :) More for me :)'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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-7145386791839040541.post-5333945978300989468</id><published>2008-09-15T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T08:40:16.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is nothing better than being with family... plain &amp; simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Treatment number five was this morning &amp;amp; it was different than normal. Different nurse, different style, &amp;amp; actually different reaction too. But if it helps, it helps. :). Also, yesterday my parents ended up comming up for a concert inwhich I was so jealous of. They arrived around 3 p.m. and we all went to 'dinner' at a weird place known as Dick's where they act as the name says it is. the chicken with carrots &amp;amp; peas truly was horrible, it tasted like rubber. But my parents were there &amp;amp; we had a great time anyway, along with the fly/mosquitos haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Not much else happend, except the parents left about an hour ago, unfortunately early than usual... but they have to get back to reality to get ready for the week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that on my birthday 'one week from tomorrow' I will be able to come home or something... it'd just suck if I didn't get to spend it with family, I mean, c'mon it's my 21st!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145386791839040541-5333945978300989468?l=lithalouster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/5333945978300989468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145386791839040541&amp;postID=5333945978300989468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/5333945978300989468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/5333945978300989468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-is-nothing-better-than-being-with.html' title='There is nothing better than being with family... plain &amp; simple'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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-7145386791839040541.post-8675627737795031315</id><published>2008-09-13T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T19:37:32.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Ike &amp; Politics &amp; much more</title><content type='html'>It seems that the topics on the news today are nothing but the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hurricane Ike&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; the fact that Obama has canceld a scheduled appearance on Saturday Night Live inwhich is going to be hosted by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Michael Phelps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! oh yes. haha. Also, there was an accident inwhich a commuter train &amp;amp; freight train collided &amp;amp; atleast &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;17 are dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; atleast &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;135 injured&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... brings back to the fact that it's crazy how something like that can take lives the way it did.&lt;br /&gt;But ofcourse, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;no one lives forever right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? So we must live life to the fullest as possible.&lt;br /&gt;The weather (from Hurricane Ike) isn't too bad so far. It's just raining here &amp;amp; there &amp;amp; wind is blowing pretty heavy.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my parents are arriving up here &amp;amp; I can't wait, because this time my Ma is actually going to come, &amp;amp; I am trying to convince them to bring my little man Chico (as seen in the picture) :)&lt;br /&gt;But today is going to be a 'get the house ready' day &amp;amp; I am going to finish the laundry inwhich I didn't complete yesterday. So enjoy your day. As I do mine &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Part Two: Victory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hobby Lobby&lt;/span&gt; ended up calling me for an &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;interview&lt;/span&gt; after all. I am nervous &amp;amp; excited all in one &amp;amp; truly can't believe it to be honest. It's so hard just to get a damn job here. AH! hahaha. So &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;good luck is needed greatly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Also, Luckily the interview is at 8:30 a.m. (that way it is done &amp;amp; over &amp;amp; I dont have to wait all day frantically). After the interview, later on, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my parents are due to come to town. I can't wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I haven't seen my Ma in forever. (doesn't mean I am not excited to see my Pops again '1 week later' :) ).&lt;br /&gt;But I am going to go to bed, so that way I can have some energy &amp;amp; such for the interview.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145386791839040541-8675627737795031315?l=lithalouster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/8675627737795031315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145386791839040541&amp;postID=8675627737795031315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/8675627737795031315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/8675627737795031315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/2008/09/hurricane-ike-politics-much-more.html' title='Hurricane Ike &amp; Politics &amp; much more'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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-7145386791839040541.post-6325326662238930176</id><published>2008-09-11T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T19:57:48.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Security Blanket</title><content type='html'>Do you ever sit &amp;amp; think about how 'Secure' you truly are? Well, when I was driving home from the practice tonight (in the dark: my biggest fear) I called my Pops &amp;amp; talked with him on the speaker while I drove home. Oddly enough, I felt secure that way, instead of just driving by myself &amp;amp; my mind wondering to weird ideas. (if perhaps it would happen). I obviously made it home safe &amp;amp; secure but lonely as the house is empty. :( 'not the first time at 10 p.m.'.&lt;br /&gt;But also, while driving home, there had to be atleast 3 or 4 cops inwhich were sitting at each turn to make sure no one was speeding &amp;amp; doing anything illegal &amp;amp; what - not. I went to treatment this morning feeling exhausted as I have been up since 3 a.m. this morning. While doing the treatment, one of the nurses told me that I needed to take the day off &amp;amp; just gain more energy because I told them that I think I might have been working my self out too much. I ended up getting home &amp;amp; relaxing by watching legally blonde, and how to lose a guy in 10 days. (my 2 fav. movies). BUT, I am officially addicted to working out. I found this out as I was urged to going to step at 5:45 tonight and ended up doing so. Luckily though it was the 'intro' class inwhich it isn't so hard &amp;amp; I was able to actually do the routine without stressing myself out because I didn't know it &amp;amp; never had done it before type thing. I feel better but exhausted &amp;amp; I can tell that I am not sleepy. Make sense? It doesn't to me.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking this morning as I was straightening the upstairs (at 4 a.m. this morning) that perhaps it is just because I do not feel secure. When my Pops was here last weekend, I mentioned to him how (because he was here) I felt secure for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my security blanket are my parents or just someone being on the same floor as me?? (because I am on the 2nd) if that makes sense. But hopefully I will get some sleep tonight &amp;amp; feel energized and ready for the day tomorrow as I am motivated to go to the Starbucks (inwhich I am a "perfect client for the job") and talking with the manager about the positions and my application, &amp;amp; also preparing the house as BOTH my parents are comming up on sunday &amp;amp; staying the night as they are going to a concert :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's late... night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145386791839040541-6325326662238930176?l=lithalouster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/6325326662238930176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145386791839040541&amp;postID=6325326662238930176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/6325326662238930176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/6325326662238930176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-security-blanket.html' title='My Security Blanket'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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-7145386791839040541.post-2815880915197755038</id><published>2008-09-09T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T13:26:17.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is no place like home.</title><content type='html'>Everyone goes through one day, atleast, inwhich they wish things could be better than they are. In my situation, I am ready for this detox to be over with &amp;amp; so I can go home &amp;amp; be back to where I was but healthy &amp;amp; fit. I enjoy it here, don't get me wrong, I am just not a 'fast' town girl. Yeah, I love going out &amp;amp; stuff, but there has to be one day, (especially when your so sore you feel like you have a fever), inwhich you can just breath. I feel rushed, and forced to be someone I am not, because I feel like I am judged non-stop, and so much more that I shouldn't feel. Many people tell me to put those worries aside &amp;amp; just focus on health &amp;amp; so forth, but it isn't that easy.&lt;br /&gt;I had my 3rd treatment yesterday &amp;amp; everything went well, I didn't end up getting cramps or anything so it worked out good. BUt yesterday I think I might of worked my body too hard. I went to Step that morning, but then later on, went to Body &amp;amp; then later on went to Step.... yeah 3 hours is alot. (but I 'warmed up' before classes too)... so perhaps 3.5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;But I have come to the conclusion, that I am no longer going to really 'waist' my time of living for someone else &amp;amp; such, and just get things done when I feel is best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145386791839040541-2815880915197755038?l=lithalouster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/2815880915197755038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145386791839040541&amp;postID=2815880915197755038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/2815880915197755038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/2815880915197755038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-is-no-place-like-home.html' title='There is no place like home.'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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-7145386791839040541.post-1285432381042360663</id><published>2008-09-07T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T14:02:20.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That is BADDAAASSSSSS !</title><content type='html'>For the weekend, Pops came &amp;amp; spent time with me while my sister &amp;amp; brother - in - law went out of state. It was a great time. We laughed at the craziest things, enjoyed some 'interesting' movies, &amp;amp; ofcourse (it's a sharrow thing) done random things.&lt;br /&gt;We ended up going to my cousin's house lastnight. There, we enjoyed some good chicken &amp;amp; other servings &amp;amp; talked about ol' times &amp;amp; other things.&lt;br /&gt;We 'headed' home around 10 o'clock or so &amp;amp; were detoured due to a bad wreck that Pops says was pretty deadly. I couldn't see because I was driving, &amp;amp; my contacts were blurry...(not a good mix).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 7:30 or so, this morning, we enjoyed another cup of coffee &amp;amp; sat outside in the breezy nice weather. I ended up cooking up some eggs &amp;amp; bacon &amp;amp; bagels for breakfast, but because of the detox, I couldn't enjoy the usual bagels &amp;amp; bacon. :( but enjoyed a 'good load of eggs. (&amp;amp; boy do i mean a good load haha) It was quite a good morning &amp;amp; def. enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;We also watched a movie inwhich was hillarious. 'Out Cold'. (I recommend it for a good laugh).&lt;br /&gt;The day was nice &amp;amp; relaxing, so we pretty much just 'chilled out' on the couch  &amp;amp; ended up just watching movies &amp;amp; t.v. shows. For lunch, we got together some steaks &amp;amp; onions &amp;amp; peppers &amp;amp; asparagus &amp;amp; 'moch' potatos (mashed cauliflower). :P Yummmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunatley, Pops ended up leaving a short while ago &amp;amp; should return home around 8 p.m. tonight. or so.&lt;br /&gt;But luckily, him &amp;amp; Ma are going to come back up here next sunday for a concert inwhich they are going to attend. 'THE EAGLES'... now that is "badasss". :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deff. BAD ASSS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145386791839040541-1285432381042360663?l=lithalouster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/1285432381042360663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145386791839040541&amp;postID=1285432381042360663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/1285432381042360663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/1285432381042360663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/2008/09/that-is-baddaaassssss.html' title='That is BADDAAASSSSSS !'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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-7145386791839040541.post-5452143479567795889</id><published>2008-09-06T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T13:55:48.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Escape from G. Bay' - the worse ever movie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We sat outside this morning with coffee &amp;amp; talked about the plans for the day. We ended up going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bass Pro Shop &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;where pops ended up buying some t-shirts with his birthday gift card from last year. Afterward, we heard from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rich &amp;amp; Chrystal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp; decided that we are going to their house at around 5:30 p.m. &amp;amp; have a bar-b-que.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am feeling alright &amp;amp; taking the 'organics' the way I'm supposed to. I am taking the day off of working out &amp;amp; stuff. But getting back on it perhaps tomorrow or monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am watching a movie known as &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;'Escape from Guantanama Bay'&lt;/span&gt;... it's perverted &amp;amp; sucks. :/. So instead we placed &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;'Prom night'&lt;/span&gt; in the player &amp;amp; are going to watch that until time to go to Rich &amp;amp; Chrystal's place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145386791839040541-5452143479567795889?l=lithalouster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/5452143479567795889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145386791839040541&amp;postID=5452143479567795889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/5452143479567795889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/5452143479567795889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/2008/09/escape-from-g-bay-worse-ever-movie.html' title='&apos;Escape from G. Bay&apos; - the worse ever movie.'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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-7145386791839040541.post-3119533028889345690</id><published>2008-09-05T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:10:41.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning... as it is FRIDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Step/Sculpt/Abs&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Went quite well. It was different than it usually was. Same trainer with her husband doing the work out in the back row. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;they are hillarious'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. There were not the same amount of people as last class, so then we did a work inwhich we walked across the gym with our weights inwhich made our legs tight... and I mean &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIGHT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lol. It turned out to be an hour &amp;amp; 10 minutes..'supposed to be one hour'. Then 5 minutes later, I started yoga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yoga:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Kat isn't going to be training anymore for some odd reason that no one knows. She was hard as heck... &amp;amp; the first one that I went to for my first time in Yoga. Now it was this short lady 'can not remember name' who was really good. She focused on stretch &amp;amp; relaxation &amp;amp; exercise... it was good. I enjoyed it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I now am sore &amp;amp; wanting to relax, but needing to clean this huge house for preparation for when my pops is supposed to arrive tonight 'say around 9 p.m.'. (he's staying for the weekend). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning was gorgeous 'just like yesterday' with it's &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nice/calm/cool weather &amp;amp; my coffee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;completed it. :) haha. I woke up at 7:30, so I didn't have much time to do anything, but get ready for work out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right now, I am watching 'Tabatha Takesover' Inwhich this 'crazy/awesome/get it together' chick walks into a salon inwhich needs fixing, and pretty much does whatever to fix it up. But this ep. is crazy due to the fact that the assistant owner is a butt head &amp;amp; sleeps in the facial room, uses 'litterally' bricks for the bottom of the chairs... and all sorts of 'no commonsense used' things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pt. 2: 4:14 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;With the living/kitchen/&amp;amp;upstairs done, I am now watching 'Perfect Stranger'. It's one of my 'oldi favorite movies'.. but not the ones that I would watch countless times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My plans for the rest of the day are to just relax and get ready for pops to come to visit for the weekend. I also recieved my severance &amp;amp; rebate. :) So I deposited it into my bank account &amp;amp; also used the rebate (part of it)... to fill up my baby (my car) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When going for lunch, I tried to cook up some beef with 'pasta sauce'... one thing is for sure...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I do not know how to cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As for my feelings right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am sweating. Stomach Cramps sometimes. exhausted. unsure of what to do. and excited. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145386791839040541-3119533028889345690?l=lithalouster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/3119533028889345690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145386791839040541&amp;postID=3119533028889345690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/3119533028889345690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/3119533028889345690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-morning-as-it-is-friday.html' title='Good Morning... as it is FRIDAY!'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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-7145386791839040541.post-5264083891549677177</id><published>2008-09-04T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T12:14:02.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd treatment</title><content type='html'>This morning's weather was quite nice. It wasn't humid/hot like usual. Instead it was nice &amp;amp; cool. I didn't have my usual coffee... but a mix of orange juice &amp;amp; cranberry juice with ice... it was good. I wasn't allowed to drink coffee due to the fact that today was a schedule treatment at nine o'clock a.m.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling pretty good before the treatment. About 10 minutes afterward, I fell with stomach cramps. I filled my stomach with 2 scrambled eggs inwhich my sister fixed up. 'yum' :P. I still felt stomach cramps, but added the feelings of naseau.&lt;br /&gt;My plans today were to go to Yoga at 4:30 p.m. &amp;amp; Step/Abs at 5.45 p.m. So, I have 2 hours left.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in preparation of the fact that my 'pops', dad, to come visit for the weekend as my sister &amp;amp; brother - in - law go out of state. There are no particular plans we have in mind but going to the redbox &amp;amp; renting movies we both have not seen before. (that's going to be quite easy due to the fact that they just released some new ones on the 2nd).&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am watching Silence of the Lambs. It's an alright movie, &amp;amp; for some reason, I find myself watching it countless times. It's one of those that keeps your attention. (but yet, why would I be writing this if the movie has my attention?) haha... I am a multitasker 'to some extent'. :).&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, the living &amp;amp; kitchen area are in need of cleaning 'while I still have time &amp;amp; energy'. So more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145386791839040541-5264083891549677177?l=lithalouster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/5264083891549677177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145386791839040541&amp;postID=5264083891549677177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/5264083891549677177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/5264083891549677177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/2008/09/2nd-treatment.html' title='2nd treatment'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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-7145386791839040541.post-3889558913182541850</id><published>2008-09-04T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T12:02:44.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The results</title><content type='html'>The test results:&lt;br /&gt; Weight lb: 142.5                            BMI : 28.06 = Within normal by 4.0 (normal - 25.31)&lt;br /&gt;Phase Angle: 7.1                             Resistance: 523&lt;br /&gt;BMR: 1346 (normal 1436)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BMI : (Body Mass Index) : Ratio of weight &amp;amp; height. Mathematical formula that correlates somewhat with body fat. * Exceptions: Better predictor of disease risk  than body weight alone. However, there are certain people who should not use BMI as the basis for estimating body fat content: competitive athletes &amp;amp; body builders, whose BMI is high due to a relatively larger amount of muscle, &amp;amp; women who are pregnant or lactating. Nor is it intended for use in growing children or in frail &amp;amp; sedentary elderly individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phase Angle: Total body resistance &amp;amp; reactance &amp;amp; is independant of height, weight &amp;amp; body fat. Lower phase angles appear to be consistant with either cell death or a breakdown of cell membrane. Higher phase angles appear to be consistent large quantities of intact cell membranes &amp;amp; body cell mass. All living substances have a phase angle, in fresh uncooked vegetables phase angle can exceed 45 degrees. In cooked vegetable phase angle is zero because they are dead. * Predictor of outcome &amp;amp; indicates course of disease or increases as the result of optimal health based on good nutrition &amp;amp; consistent exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BMR: Most fundamental need of biological systems. Without it, the basic bilogical processes of life cannot occur. Survival depends on consistently finding the right fuel in the appropriate quantity to sustain the biochemical reactions of energy metabolism. Body extracts &amp;amp; uses energy through the process of metabolism. Metabolism occurs in two distinct &amp;amp; interdependent phases: (1: Catabolism: the body breaks down food into component parts &amp;amp; harvests the energy stored in its atomic bonds) (2: Anabolism: those component parts &amp;amp; energy are used to build new tissues &amp;amp; conduct basic life functions). Basal Metabolic Rate (BMR)  is the amount of energy your body requires every day to perform its most basic function including:&lt;br /&gt;- Breathing - Digesting - Heart Beating - Muscle activity - Transportation of fluids &amp;amp; tissue - Circulation of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE &amp;amp; AFTER :&lt;br /&gt;August 5, 2008 :                   September 3, 2008:&lt;br /&gt;Weight 149.00                       Weight: 142.5&lt;br /&gt;Resistance: 538.0                 Resistance: 523.0&lt;br /&gt;Reactance: 67.0                    Reactance: 65.0&lt;br /&gt;Actual BMI: 29.34                Actual BMI: 28.06&lt;br /&gt;Actual Phase: 7.1                  Actual Phase: 7.1&lt;br /&gt;Actual BMR: 1333                Actual BMR: 1346&lt;br /&gt;% Actual Fat: 42.4                % Actual Fat: 39.4&lt;br /&gt;Wt Actual Fat: 63.2              Wt Actual Fat: 56.2&lt;br /&gt;Wt Actual BCM: 41.0           Wt BCM: 41.0&lt;br /&gt;Wt min. BCM: 27.5               Wt min. BCM: 27.5&lt;br /&gt;Wt Actual ECM: 44.8            Wt Actual ECM: 45.3&lt;br /&gt;Wt max. ECM: 51.0               Wt. max. ECM: 51.0&lt;br /&gt;Liters actual TBW: 30.5        Liters actual TBW: 30.5&lt;br /&gt;Liters actual ICW: 17.0         Liters actual ICW: 17.0&lt;br /&gt;Liters actual ECW: 13.6         Liters actual ECW: 13.6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some difference but yet, some same numbers....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145386791839040541-3889558913182541850?l=lithalouster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/3889558913182541850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145386791839040541&amp;postID=3889558913182541850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/3889558913182541850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/3889558913182541850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/2008/09/officially-1425-lbs.html' title='The results'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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-7145386791839040541.post-9113944823963834788</id><published>2008-09-03T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T08:53:54.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So here we go... :D</title><content type='html'>Starting 2 weeks ago, I started a 'detox' inwhich is going to help me get off my epilepsy medication, my depo, help me lose weight, &amp;amp; just plain bring me back to healthy &amp;amp; not obesse. I started out weight at &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;149.00 lbs&lt;/span&gt;. (yeah, i know). I'm 4' 11'', and should be at the average weight of perhaps 110 - 120.&lt;br /&gt;To begin the 'detox' I had to take about 3 tests to see where my health exactly stood. The results brought to the fact that I have too much arsenic in my system, and that i have other things.&lt;br /&gt;After the last test, I started having to take 3 'organic' medications.&lt;br /&gt;- Thytrophin&lt;br /&gt;- Selinium&lt;br /&gt;- NAC&lt;br /&gt;After just 2 days, I was able to tell a huge difference. I had a greater amount of energy, and just plain felt really good. So, then I started to use my energy by working out at the local gym. I took 'step' classes &amp;amp; I was def. sore after the 2nd class. But, oddly enough, that erged me more to work harder, to where I didn't have to worry about soreness &amp;amp; just be able to do anything &amp;amp; everything. (yeah, I know). The first day was pretty good, as I took 2 classes (one in the morning &amp;amp; one in the evening). I wasn't exactly sore, but i could tell that I hadn't worked out in a while. :P. The second day, though, was different. I worked out for a total of 4 hours... (talk about sore as heck after that)... but that made me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;After that, I continue to work out each day atleast one hour, if not 2. I took the first saturday &amp;amp; sunday off due to the fact that I was so sore, and just needed some relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I was working to find a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today was the first update after the start, &amp;amp; also to show the results of the last test (metals).&lt;br /&gt;That was were I found out that I had arsenic in my system, &amp;amp; some other things, inwhich bring me to being confused as to where it could come from. I believe that the arsenic comes from the tap water, because each time I drink tap, I end up having a chill 'spell' inwhich I sweat while freezing, and feel naseau &amp;amp; sometime even having to 'throw up'.&lt;br /&gt;So, from here on, (as an idea from Dr. H.) I am going to stop drinking tap, &amp;amp; just do mineral &amp;amp; distilled water.&lt;br /&gt;Also, one result (that I def. was so proud of), was that my hard determination of working out everyday (besides that sunday &amp;amp; saturday). I LOST 8 LBS!!!! yeah, talk about EXCITEMENT.&lt;br /&gt;So, it goes to show that this def. works &amp;amp; is already showing its results.&lt;br /&gt;One thing they changed though (for the detox) is adding medications 'organic'. So now I take:&lt;br /&gt;- NAC 600 - 1 x a day&lt;br /&gt;- Lipoic Acid Supreme - 1 x a day&lt;br /&gt;- DFH Complete Multi. - 6 x a day&lt;br /&gt;- Cruciferous Comp. - 2 x a day&lt;br /&gt;- Selinium 200 - 2 x a day&lt;br /&gt;- Thytrophin Pmg - 3 x a day&lt;br /&gt;... that's alot of meds 'eh?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; also, I have to take my ep. med 2 x a day... so yeah, that's a lot&lt;br /&gt;But, if it's going to help, i'm willing to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the 2nd time for my 'push' (a cleansing inwhich is placed through i.v.).&lt;br /&gt;So as odd as it may seem by others, I'm so excited, it's hard to wait another hour or 2 till my next work out class. (uh huh... dorky 'eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here we go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7145386791839040541-9113944823963834788?l=lithalouster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/feeds/9113944823963834788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7145386791839040541&amp;postID=9113944823963834788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/9113944823963834788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7145386791839040541/posts/default/9113944823963834788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithalouster.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-here-we-go.html' title='So here we go... :D'/><author><name>Litha Lou</name><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>
