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the world'/><category term='Mfume'/><category term='world Aids day'/><category term='blue nile'/><category term='100 things'/><category term='referral'/><category term='Stand'/><category term='kellae'/><title type='text'>Baby Mama Drama Queen</title><subtitle type='html'>Ethiopian Adoption Blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-877078810479556940</id><published>2010-04-11T22:56:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T00:16:34.664-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty training'/><title type='text'>Potty Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I made the decision that I would start potty training when Lulu started walking.  She started taking steps a few weeks ago at daycare but would never walk at home.  We finally caught her on video.  &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aac7126a462b3ce0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daac7126a462b3ce0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329903388%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1DD940BC0F756BE083D47C2E92841760ACE39BA8.477FA81B859A340D537A498C2AACC6BC07FA02AE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daac7126a462b3ce0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D60trbxL9LoG-14lCnVzMCwmIYX0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes finally at 15 months, I have a walker.  Which means I have a pottier!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still think of Lulu as my little infant.  I have a hard time embracing that she is a toddler and yet she cracks me up EVERYDAY with her "big-girl ways".  So today we went to visit my sister who is recovering from surgery.  Although we know we should go more often :( we go at least once a week and always on Sunday.  While I am there if I have to change her diaper I change her on the guest bathroom floor.  Now let me say that Lulu is ALWAYS changed on her changing table at home.  We NEVER change anywhere else in the house.  It's just easier to do it where all the tools are.  So being changed on the floor is out of the norm.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY...we were chillin at my sister's house and she noticed Lulu was possibly pooping.  And a quick whiff of the room confirmed it.  So I tell Lulu to get me a diaper (jokingly) and she toddles over to the door near her diaper bag but then crawls off.  I say to my sister and Mom that if she gets her diaper she is getting potty trained TODAY.   Well she doesn't but guess what she does do...  She crawled down the hall and went into the bathroom.  AND LAID ON THE FLOOR.   I was completely dumbfounded!!!!  SHE IS READY!!!!! Listen if a kid can get a diaper, or go to the place where they are normally changed then they are ready to start potty training.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See what happens in Black culture is you are PRESSURED into potty training.  Everyone's parents tell you that YOU were potty trained at like 11 months lol.  Clearly if you investigate the story you will find that you were probably 25 months old, but they will have you believe that you were much younger.  So you have everyone ask you... "is she potty training".  and EVERYONE is a professional, they can do it in just 3 hours or something ridiculous.   I don't share those aspirations lol.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are my rules&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  I am doing the potty training.  Not the childcare provider, not grandma, not the lady down the street.  ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  I am potty training on the weekends only.  I will not try to force her to use the potty during the 1 hour we get after I am off work and before she goes to bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  I am setting a personal time goal.  I am not saying what that is.  But she is 15 months now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  I am not using pull ups.  Nope, that's retarded.  (imho).  We are using panties.   She will feel it and so will I lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  We are increasing our sign language skills to ease into our communication of the language of potty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  This is not a competition... and I am not looking for a shortcut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  We are using the potty chair for the purpose of potty training only but will be using the standard size toilet after this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  I use cloth diapers primarily at home and will continue to use them for the period of potty training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And without further ado.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I present, Lulu's first time peeing on the toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/S8KanfW4a2I/AAAAAAAAAj0/PxvbapSqYwI/s320/P4120040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459095701549509474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-877078810479556940?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/877078810479556940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=877078810479556940&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/877078810479556940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/877078810479556940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/potty-training.html' title='Potty Training'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/S8KanfW4a2I/AAAAAAAAAj0/PxvbapSqYwI/s72-c/P4120040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-3453749834069408333</id><published>2010-04-09T09:59:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T10:02:23.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On November 19, 2008, after being on the wait list for over 4 months, I received the devestating news that Ethiopia was closing to singles in the future and at the very least they would limit the number of single parents allowed to adopt. I remember the feeling of hopelessness. I also remember the many stories of success that happened just because we all just stood on FAITH!!!!! Let me tell you the road was TOUGH!!!!! But I was stuck, I couldn't move. Even if I wanted to. I just had to stand still and let God move around me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to April 1st, 2009. Still at a stand still not knowing what would happen, but still in good spirits (remember my April Fool's engagement post?) On this day, I would have been officially waiting for a referral for 9 months but on hold for 5 of those months. Watching others as they received MY referral, for MY baby. Anyway, I get this very random email from Gladney stating there would be a MANDATORY conference call from singles. THEN, I get a phone call asking if I received the email. Um Yeah. So I call all my single buddies and we synchronize our watches and I head to the restaurant with a "friend". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting there with that really queasy feeling in my stomach I listen with a dropped jaw as Gladney announces they are RESUMING adoptions for singles and we would "fall back into place" on the official wait list. At this point I HUNG UP!!!! LOL. The call was clearly not over. I just HUNG UP. I tried to call my single buddies who clearly had NOT hung up. Then I walked out the resident, set on the curb, and started crying. I was BROKE! My job in real estate had come to a crashing halt, I had school issues, I mean I really had no way of moving forward. NO WAY!!! I was torn. Happy/ Sad. Happy because I wanted a baby; sad because I had no way to make it happen. DAMN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow I made it thru the dinner and flew home so that I could put on my forensic hat. I am definitely a forensic blogger, with complete adoption insight (one friend even calls me the adoption-whisperer lol). I stared at the unofficial list and had to say DAMN again. The average wait time is 8 months. I've been waiting for 9 months. WHAT THE HELL! I pulled out my contract to see what the bare minimum amount of money I would have to have (remember I was expecting to get the call in OCTOBER). I found a itty bitty conflict and was like "cool, I can pay half!". Hmmmmmm, I don't have half but at least that is half of what I don't have lol. I called all my adopting friends and then I called Arilee, my unofficial adoption consultant. And then I prayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now around the same time my mother had liquidated a ton of investments because she lost so much money in the stock market and she asked me to take her to the credit union to reinvest the money. I did and I took that as the time to tell her that I was indeed back in the mix for a referral. Of course like most non-adopters, this meant NOTHING. It was over 15 months in this process and everyone was OVER IT! LOL. I went on about my business while trying to contain my uncertainty and GLEE. I told my friends. "NEXT THURSDAY" for me. Those that were not as CONNECTED... made their predictions, for me and for themselves. Catrina and I spent COUNTLESS hours on the phone OBSESSING!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok is the anticipation building lol.... 8 DAYS LATER.... on April 9th I left school came home and laid across my bed. The house was calm and I was alone. Just like I wanted it. I called Catrina and said "Today". and then I laid there in peace. At 3:52 p.m. my phone rang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I picked up the phone and in true multitasking fashion, I managed to listen, open an email, email 11 ppl and text 3 ppl. All in ONE MINUTE!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I wrote this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;April 9, 2009 3:57:35 PM EDT &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I'm getting a referral! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;April 9, 2009 4:07:1&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;0 PM EDT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I HAVE A DAUGHTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;me: April 9, 2009 4:08:11 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;EDT I CANNOT CALL I AM STILL ON THe PHONE....everyone please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;email back the number I can call you all on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Tami: WHY ARE YOu EMAILING ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ME: i'm on the phone with Abbey I just sent the referral to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Tami: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Answer your damn phone! Call me! Send me pictures! Wtf?!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;i sent it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Tami: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Beeatch!!!!!! Answer the phone!!!!!!!! Cutie!!!!!!!!! OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG cutieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee piiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I'm ON THE PHONE WITH ABBEY!!! literally she is talking I don't know what the fuck she is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;saying lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12;"&gt;Okay you get the picture right! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12;"&gt;It went on for HOURS!!!!! This is what I saw:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458482857376714722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/S8BtPQ5_j-I/AAAAAAAAAjk/Tte7l_T_HMA/s320/Lulako+Face+April+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458481636729147378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/S8BsINo7z_I/AAAAAAAAAjU/QOcYMJCmNfw/s320/Lulako+March+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458481626527631298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/S8BsHnotB8I/AAAAAAAAAjM/X7MZaZ-BwLY/s320/Lulako+March+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I can not tell you that it was all happy praise. From me or from some others. This baby was so tiny, her head SOOOOO big. But after some real heart to heart conversations with those close to me and to God, I proceeded. With the help of a gift from my mom and some great gifts from friends (Thanks Celeste and Deb!), I proceeded forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458508382109530978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/S8CEc_8he2I/AAAAAAAAAjs/bvvGguZ-zDg/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;It has been ONE YEAR since I first saw her face. And today I still never tire of seeing it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238)"&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/7164586283261437549-3453749834069408333?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3453749834069408333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=3453749834069408333&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3453749834069408333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3453749834069408333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-time-ever-i-saw-your-face.html' title='The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/S8BtPQ5_j-I/AAAAAAAAAjk/Tte7l_T_HMA/s72-c/Lulako+Face+April+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-8761108525219997911</id><published>2010-04-09T09:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T09:59:36.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A year ago today!</title><content type='html'>A year ago today I fell in love with an angel.  It was such a long journey to get here but faith helped me make it thru.  I have some pics to post but I'm away from my computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE LOVE LOVE this baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to post Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-8761108525219997911?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8761108525219997911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=8761108525219997911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/8761108525219997911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/8761108525219997911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/year-ago-today.html' title='A year ago today!'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-3245176698373070921</id><published>2010-03-20T13:29:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T22:10:25.459-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='locs again'/><title type='text'>My Soapbox Rant</title><content type='html'>I DO NOT HATE LOCS! not on grown ups and NOT on children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel it is necessary for me to make this declaration after having a pissing match with a woman about my "disgust" with locing children's hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are my thoughts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Loc because you want to. But KNOW it is time intensive and requires a LOT of maintenance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Yes it's sexist but I don't mind boys because they can cut their hair off (without trying to UnLOC) and gone about their business&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I HATE HATE HATE, the idea that you are locing the hair because it will be easier to manage. Locing will NOT save you from hours of caring for your daughters hair. If you don't want to comb it DO NOT loc for this reason. Just don't. In a nutshell (and I can say this cause it's my blog)... it's triflin'. If you don't know what I mean GOOGLE it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week I was accused of blog bashing for a little boy that is locing his hair and now this week I received a 10 minute lashing about my misplaced feelings or rather as it was stated my "disgust" of locs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmmm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I present for you exhibit #1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ME WITH LOCS -- Idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/S660dpjrx3I/AAAAAAAAAi8/lMJrFjx1LdA/s1600/01Hopki-R1-006-1A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453494620256978802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/S660dpjrx3I/AAAAAAAAAi8/lMJrFjx1LdA/s320/01Hopki-R1-006-1A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exhibit #2.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember my lovely friend that traveled to Africa with me. The photographer? Well she was my FREAKIN LOCTICIAN!!!!! Do you even know what that is? Oh wait I forgot you plan on locing the child's hair yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/S660AX_7GOI/AAAAAAAAAis/rny7UDi9HCw/s1600/PA270004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453494117327378658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/S660AX_7GOI/AAAAAAAAAis/rny7UDi9HCw/s320/PA270004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Exhibit #3  my very lovely and SUPERTRENDY little cousin Justyce sporting expertly styled LOCs!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/S66z_y5s0rI/AAAAAAAAAik/qzOlnsP9vm0/s1600/justyce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453494107369165490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/S66z_y5s0rI/AAAAAAAAAik/qzOlnsP9vm0/s320/justyce.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exhibit # 4 and her mother -- also a loc wearer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450778891064002002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/S6UOhZ8RRdI/AAAAAAAAAiM/G1ZsDnYJtYs/s320/12736_104670029546619_100000108667203_110550_6519251_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See again, my theory is that NO ONE --- or rather no Black ONE would ever loc a young child's hair (I'm speaking pre-k or younger) unless the child clearly requested it or UNLESS they themselves were loc wearers or come from a loc wearing family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exhibit #6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my OWN loc wearing family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450778873367394882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/S6UOgYBEekI/AAAAAAAAAh8/nvtkhguzBN0/s320/Me+and+Mom+Locs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so if I decide to go back to wearing locs and THEN decide to loc my daughters hair, I would then fit the EXCEPTION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love 'locs' deplore the term 'dreads' unless you actually have DREADs. Because as we say in loc world... "ain't nothin dreadful about it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450778905659500994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/S6UOiQUG6cI/AAAAAAAAAic/2donWDAAlOk/s320/dreadlocking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consequently, my gripe is this. If you don't comb your child's hair at all... (we are speaking daughter here) and then you say, "I'll loc, cause its easier... then taking the time to care for my child's hair." Or it's cheaper. Then, I have a problem with that logic. If I can be honest, and not step on any one's toes in the process consider this: loc wearing IS NOT for the faint at heart. It is NOT embraced in African American culture mainstream. Even with the help of good old Lil Wayne and Lauren Hill and Erykah Badu oh and India Arie and Whoopi.... it still stands out and makes you just a little different. That's all good! I did it. For aesthetic purposes only. I just liked the way it look. But the work was GRUELING. I was in the salon sometimes twice a month, I couldn't wash my own hair because it was a lot to drying and remoisterizing it and I was terrible at styling it. News Flash: I am terrible at styling Lulu's hair. I try products based on recommendations, I dump products out. I go thru ALL of the same hardships a white mom with a black child would go thru. Now here is the difference. I'm BLACK!!! and EVERYWHERE... I mean EVERYWHERE I go I'm around some Black 'folks'. I get called to the mat about her hair. Do this, don't do that. Try this. Hell at the daycare they will even completely change her hair! Yep. It IS our culture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you went to Ethiopia, did you really see anyone with locs? Jamaica maybe.... but how many did you see in ET? Thank God for Madame CJ Walker. She invented the straightening comb, and shortly after somebody put LYE in a jar and Malcolm Little got some conk and had waves... you know the story (before he was Malcolm X of course). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See in our community we are proud of our hair. We don't get it done, we get it "DID"..... Frequently. And wash it infrequently. But we keep it coifed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to say that I don't like locs is not a truthful statement. I LOVE THEM.... But I must say I cringe when I see a family with NO Black "friends" in any of their Facebook pictures, and the only black's in the photos are the kids... wearing HOME LOC'ed HAIR..... Are you kidding me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;three strikes.... really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if I've pissed you off SORRY. But it just needed to be said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-3245176698373070921?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3245176698373070921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=3245176698373070921&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3245176698373070921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3245176698373070921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-soapbox-rant.html' title='My Soapbox Rant'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/S660dpjrx3I/AAAAAAAAAi8/lMJrFjx1LdA/s72-c/01Hopki-R1-006-1A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-1755466984603679386</id><published>2010-03-06T10:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T10:55:06.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does the time go?</title><content type='html'>Hello blog world!!!!!  We are still here.  Just wanted to take a second to write a quick post.   I am starting work on Monday....YAY MOMMY!!!! And so to ease the transition, Ms. Lu started daycare this week (on Monday).  I really like the daycare but apparently I am the only one.  Lulu was not pleased and has been very stubborn at daycare.  She will barely eat and won't nap AT ALL.  So she falls right to sleep as soon as she gets in the car at FIVE o'clock.   Not a good thing for Mommy.   I wake her butt right up and make her stay up as long as possible at home and then she is usually out for the night (sometimes as early as 6:45).  Hopefully as she gets more comfortable she will start napping.  So today being Saturday, I am doing laundry (5 loads) and folding and cleaning and menu planning for next week and like clockwork she went down for a nap at 10:15!   I don't know what they are doing to my poor baby but they better stop or Big Momma (that's me lol) is gonna get them!  Her disposition is better aside from the mean streak.  She is playing independently more today.  Yay!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to upload my cameras later today and I will put some pics on Lulu's blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-1755466984603679386?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1755466984603679386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=1755466984603679386&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/1755466984603679386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/1755466984603679386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where does the time go?'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-7050255473971727337</id><published>2010-01-24T12:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T12:55:31.575-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stairs'/><title type='text'>Lulu Learned to climb the stairs!</title><content type='html'>They say jealousy breeds competition.   I live in a ranch style house so Lulu never really sees stairs, but my friend Mai announced that her 10 month old was climbing the stairs and I thought to myself... "self, you better get your 13 month old on that"... Although my little angel was delayed in her gross motor skills when she came home, she is quickly moving on up the ladder!  Besides walking (which she ain't doing!) she has politely tested out of her age group for everything.  So now my little &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt;... um hmm... has figured out the art of stair climbing on her first go round at Granny's house.   There has been some editing to this video: I tried to take the fat person in the hat (me) out and also though it looks like she is falling backwards she isn't just at the end; but besides that this is true finesse and skills!!!  Of course my family is hyping her up and pushing her to the finish line.   Act impressed... I'm a first time mom!!! LOL.... Oh yeah I added some nice CBR music to describe my daughter turning into the beautiful butterfly that she is becoming :)  (corny I know... but who cares!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e666c5273fe0eba6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De666c5273fe0eba6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329903388%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D20475EBED02A5FA0797A0E97299612ADDB9C02A8.715822E933A4BCD50CDC063F2AE03E79C59888E6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De666c5273fe0eba6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5U0lzpMZCNNC5NTrsJX5NnUfyC0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De666c5273fe0eba6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329903388%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D20475EBED02A5FA0797A0E97299612ADDB9C02A8.715822E933A4BCD50CDC063F2AE03E79C59888E6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De666c5273fe0eba6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5U0lzpMZCNNC5NTrsJX5NnUfyC0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Honestly I can't believe how awesome her "normal" is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-7050255473971727337?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7050255473971727337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=7050255473971727337&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/7050255473971727337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/7050255473971727337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/lulu-learned-to-climb-stairs.html' title='Lulu Learned to climb the stairs!'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-8685857880337105955</id><published>2010-01-20T17:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T18:03:48.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating</title><content type='html'>I just went thru and updated my African American Mom's blog list.  Nearly all of us are home or close to it!!!  Take some time and visit the ladies.  Some have abandoned their blogs for Facebook... hmm hmm.... LOL.  But I love you guys.  And for those still working at it.... here's a little sweetness to motivate you!&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/S1eLc47HCgI/AAAAAAAAAg8/u0oDZrvDhLo/s320/PB160002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428961204251331074" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-8685857880337105955?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8685857880337105955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=8685857880337105955&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/8685857880337105955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/8685857880337105955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/updating.html' title='Updating'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/S1eLc47HCgI/AAAAAAAAAg8/u0oDZrvDhLo/s72-c/PB160002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-5264184877114705842</id><published>2010-01-03T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T12:30:48.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey I'm over here!</title><content type='html'>Lulu Happenings &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://100percentlulu.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-2-2010.html"&gt;http://100percentlulu.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-2-2010.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7164586283261437549-5264184877114705842?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5264184877114705842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=5264184877114705842&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/5264184877114705842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/5264184877114705842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-im-over-here.html' title='Hey I&apos;m over here!'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-7372279806709822690</id><published>2010-01-03T10:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:54:42.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(84, 84, 84);   line-height: 14px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;1. What did you do in 2009 that you’d never done before?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;Become a Mommy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;I don't even remember what they were but pretty sure I failed!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;Birth -- No .... Adoptions?  YES!!!  Valarie, Catrina, Rayshell, Sylvia and some very "pregnant &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;with anticipation" others!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*correction!!!! My friend Mai gave birth to Bean!  Bryce Arrington!!! Sorry future son in law!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;No &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;5. What places did you visit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;Dubai, Ethiopia, New York, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2010 that you lacked in 2009?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;Lack of procrastination, financial responsibility and organization!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;7. What dates from 2009 will remain etched upon your memory?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;April 1st -- found out that singles could adopt, April 9th -- saw Lulu for the first time July 3rd -- passed court, August 31 -- First met Lulu!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;My adoption&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;Employment issues, school issues&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;No.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;Nothing!!! I was so broke!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;12. Where did most of your money go?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;Food, credit cards&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;13. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;Lulu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;14. What song will always remind you of 2009?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;Definitely I’m Yours, by Jason Mraz -- the adoption mantra!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;15. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;a) happier or sadder?&lt;/strong&gt; happier&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;b) thinner or fatter?&lt;/strong&gt; fatter…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;c) richer or poorer?&lt;/strong&gt; Poorer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;16. What do you wish you’d done more of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;Cooking, exercising, meditating, praying, laughing, drinking!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;17. What do you wish you’d done less of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;worrying, stressing, crying&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;18. How did you spend your summer holidays?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;Holiday??? LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;19. Did you fall in love in 2009?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;Yes!!! With Lulu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;20. How many one-night stands?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;None.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;21. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;Modern Family, People's Court&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;22. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;No Hate.... some strong dislikes!  LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;23. What was the best book you read?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;24. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;You Tube Videos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;25. What did you want and get?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;Lulu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;26. What did you want and not get?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;Employment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;27. What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;The Kite Runner, Cadillac Records&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;28. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;Not much... 35&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;29. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;Working&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;30. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2009?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;If its still clean I can wear it again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;31. What kept you sane?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;My blog friends and my cybersisters!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;32. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;Idris Elba... Kwame Kilpatrick&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;33. Whose behaviour appalled you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;None&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;34. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2009.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;Do not take anything for granted.   You are not promised anything and it can all go away without warning.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So much fun!!!! I borrowed this from another blogger.  Helps put the RESOLUTIONS in perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Live, Love, Hope, Pray, Believe, Care, Exercise, Work, Dream and DRINK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;TTYL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(84, 84, 84); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/S0C39RvZyyI/AAAAAAAAAgk/88IkviLYmaM/s320/IMG_0236.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422536214716205858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Robbin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-7372279806709822690?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7372279806709822690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=7372279806709822690&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/7372279806709822690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/7372279806709822690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/S0C39RvZyyI/AAAAAAAAAgk/88IkviLYmaM/s72-c/IMG_0236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-4339572832122111277</id><published>2009-12-08T11:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T12:08:00.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging into the future</title><content type='html'>I started blogging to get me thru this maze called adoption and it has proved to be a very fruitful journey!  I love blogging.  And I love my blog friends. I love what this blog has represented for me.   I started this journey alone and now I have gained friends, family and my wonderful daughter.  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/Sx5-KtBlVBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/5i03qeDkFUA/s320/IMG_0149.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412902524495942674" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very blessed and I want to keep blogging but more about Lulu and my relationship and the trials of being a single mother instead of being a single woman trying to adopt a child.  I hope that you all will visit us on our new site. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.100percentlulu.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;100percentlulu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure what the topics will be but I want want to keep blogging!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-4339572832122111277?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4339572832122111277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=4339572832122111277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/4339572832122111277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/4339572832122111277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/12/blogging-into-future.html' title='Blogging into the future'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/Sx5-KtBlVBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/5i03qeDkFUA/s72-c/IMG_0149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-1119696847393033871</id><published>2009-11-26T08:45:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:05:08.311-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving 2009'/><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>Today is Thanksgiving.   I have so much to say.   Last year on November 19th, 2008, I was told by my agency that Single Parent Adoptions were going to be limited if not stopped all together.  Gladney was going to try to push thru 10 women and I was number 12 on that list!   I mean I was just sickened.  Completely.   This "thing" that I wanted was so close but continued to remain so far away.  I started this process in Feb of 2008 and had been on the wait list since July of 2008.  At this time I had been waiting 4 of an estimated 8 months for my referral.   HALF WAY THERE!!!  If on target I could possibly meet my little baby sometime around March.  Now with the new limitation I was told that I MAY be able to continue the process in October of 09 while some of my friends would have to wait until October 2010 or October 2011&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the hysteria around that time.  I remember the feeling of hopelessness, incompleteness and overall sadness.   I remember all of the very kind words from strangers.  I saw so many people searching for a situation and I became a sort of guru of information about who, what, when and where you could go to possibly still be accepted into the ever closing window.  I made my decision immediately.  I would be still and wait until I could hear the voice of God.   I stated very matter of factly to others that despite having other options (domestic) I would stand still until March or April.  And then I would decide.  I spoke to many friends who could not see any good coming out of waiting.  But I didn't have ONE DIME to move to another agency and more than half of my fees had been paid.   I just had to wait.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On April 1, 2009, I received a call from agency saying we would have a conference call for singles only.  On April 2nd I was told that single parent adoption would be resumed and I was NUMBER 2 on the list waiting for a referral!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on April 9th I met Lulako Daniso!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SxPstDycgwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/y4NASysbOxc/s320/Lulako+Face+April+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409927836257256194" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much fear so much anxiety... but the first glimpse of my beautiful daughter (beautiful now but I wasn't so sure then!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot had to happen to make this a reality.  And for each and EVERY step I am so VERY THANKFUL!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SxPWaJ0W1TI/AAAAAAAAAe4/R2gf_bJ4zfc/s320/Lulu+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409903322202559794" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;For the extended wait time... so that I could be matched to THIS little girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For the many friends that understood because they were going thru the same thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For the family that supported me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For God for having vision over my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"They" said it couldn't happen.  But IT DID.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am praying today for Celeste  who is still waiting for her girls and for Tami who is still waiting to see her girl.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But guess what EVERY ONE OF MY SINGLE BUDDY's PULLED IT OFF!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls last year was bad...  but this year we are full of thanks and praise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SxPWam4w73I/AAAAAAAAAfA/hUIMuAf1URs/s320/IMG_0141.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409903330005675890" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**** sorry for the late post!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-1119696847393033871?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1119696847393033871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=1119696847393033871&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/1119696847393033871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/1119696847393033871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SxPstDycgwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/y4NASysbOxc/s72-c/Lulako+Face+April+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-5729035426954266865</id><published>2009-11-18T11:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T11:08:38.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday Almost!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SwQb99iYqJI/AAAAAAAAAeo/UNblLvu6d9A/s1600/IMG_0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SwQb99iYqJI/AAAAAAAAAeo/UNblLvu6d9A/s320/IMG_0077.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405476204056193170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on ppl, I can only work with professionals!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-5729035426954266865?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5729035426954266865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=5729035426954266865&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/5729035426954266865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/5729035426954266865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/wordless-wednesday-almost.html' title='Wordless Wednesday Almost!'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SwQb99iYqJI/AAAAAAAAAeo/UNblLvu6d9A/s72-c/IMG_0077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-8184595632949752773</id><published>2009-11-16T00:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:09:39.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lulu's at it again</title><content type='html'>She apparently doesn't appreciate her Mom's creativity.  &lt;a href="http://100percentlulu.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-pics.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;See&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for your self.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I had fun!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lulu and her Aunt and namesake Rose! (and a little photoshopping by Mom!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SwDeXQtMalI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-37_2OIeIAg/s320/me+rose+lulu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404564044047477330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-8184595632949752773?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8184595632949752773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=8184595632949752773&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/8184595632949752773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/8184595632949752773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/lulus-at-it-again.html' title='Lulu&apos;s at it again'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SwDeXQtMalI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-37_2OIeIAg/s72-c/me+rose+lulu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-8472529681770551414</id><published>2009-11-12T00:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:59:49.869-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall pics'/><title type='text'>photo shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Me and Lulu did an impromptu photo shoot a few weeks back and I just got the proofs.   I called myself photoshopping them before the pro's did their thing, and my friend Arilee brought me back to reality.  Better keep my day job ... oh wait I don't have one LOL.   Anyway here is some of the pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/Svuj_sCAHdI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ypNi1EoeNAs/s320/me+and+lulu+post+pic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403092492507684306" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/Svuj_1MhUeI/AAAAAAAAAdY/5XYdwtytb_Y/s1600-h/white+on+white+no+ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/Svuj_1MhUeI/AAAAAAAAAdY/5XYdwtytb_Y/s320/white+on+white+no+ps.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403092494967722466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SvukAUPNj7I/AAAAAAAAAdg/TxY8eyCq4u0/s320/white+with+leaves.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403092503300509618" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SvukAzoXQXI/AAAAAAAAAdo/-0skk_j-haU/s320/Lulu+and+Mommy+faded+.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403092511727501682" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-8472529681770551414?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8472529681770551414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=8472529681770551414&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/8472529681770551414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/8472529681770551414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/photo-shoot.html' title='photo shoot'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/Svuj_sCAHdI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ypNi1EoeNAs/s72-c/me+and+lulu+post+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-546709363353094201</id><published>2009-11-08T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T00:22:04.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lulu loves money!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SvZVXu7BeAI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ixHWr5j0bqo/s1600-h/lulu+rainin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SvZVXu7BeAI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ixHWr5j0bqo/s320/lulu+rainin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401598669298432002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-546709363353094201?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/546709363353094201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=546709363353094201&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/546709363353094201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/546709363353094201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/lulu-loves-money.html' title='Lulu loves money!'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SvZVXu7BeAI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ixHWr5j0bqo/s72-c/lulu+rainin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-8445748268494127572</id><published>2009-11-06T15:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:24:09.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cheating</title><content type='html'>I am cheating.... I'm going out tonight and Lulu is having her first sleep over with grandma!!!!  But please check out her blog to see what she's been doing....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;www.100percentlulu.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*** congrats Cristina!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-8445748268494127572?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8445748268494127572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=8445748268494127572&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/8445748268494127572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/8445748268494127572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/cheating.html' title='cheating'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-8094322612600914527</id><published>2009-11-05T17:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T17:33:55.004-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Today has been a hard day.  today I had to face accusations about myself that were not true but there was no real defense.  Sometimes things are done in haste or in error and it can be a very costly mistake to live with.  What surprised me is that I looked over at my angel baby and I knew what mattered most.   I am leaning on the faith that I talk to my friends about.  If not faith, Lord please give me some FAVOR.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my post.   Sorry there isn't more to be said :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-8094322612600914527?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8094322612600914527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=8094322612600914527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/8094322612600914527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/8094322612600914527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-3178814457647828595</id><published>2009-11-04T15:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:02:03.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday For Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SvHdrMwWhDI/AAAAAAAAAc4/q_zpSyWGnrM/s1600-h/IMG_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SvHdrMwWhDI/AAAAAAAAAc4/q_zpSyWGnrM/s320/IMG_0200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400341162422076466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SvHdq-ON1rI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MkZ8lr7tVjA/s1600-h/IMG_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SvHdq-ON1rI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MkZ8lr7tVjA/s320/IMG_0193.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400341158520805042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SvHdqiL7eVI/AAAAAAAAAco/coVr9aWIx8U/s1600-h/IMG_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SvHdqiL7eVI/AAAAAAAAAco/coVr9aWIx8U/s320/IMG_0192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400341150995020114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-3178814457647828595?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3178814457647828595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=3178814457647828595&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3178814457647828595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3178814457647828595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/wordless-wednesday-for-real.html' title='Wordless Wednesday For Real'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SvHdrMwWhDI/AAAAAAAAAc4/q_zpSyWGnrM/s72-c/IMG_0200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-3408021111916837408</id><published>2009-11-04T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:29:45.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-3408021111916837408?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3408021111916837408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=3408021111916837408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3408021111916837408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3408021111916837408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-470143358155364815</id><published>2009-11-03T11:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:33:58.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;In one month Lulu will celebrate her FIRST birthday!!!!!!!  She just has too much stuff already!!!!   So instead of getting gifts, Lulu is going to give them.  Yesterday, I posted our link to clean:water.  It is an awesome organization.  In lie&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;u of gifts, donations are made to clean:water on Lulu's behalf and it is spent to build wells in underprivileged areas.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;Surprisingly, I've met some opposition to this proposal.   Whenever I share with others that Lulu will not be having the traditional &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;first bir&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;thday party, I am often given great "cost saving" ideals that would enable me to give her a party.  I've been told that I could give her a party and ask for money instead of gift&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;s -- which to me is like having a wedding and asking for money  (to avoid a huge discussion about that, I will just say that's not my thing); one suggested I go to "the dollar store" and just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at least &lt;/span&gt;decorate.   I'm not sure what would be the point of spending money when even $20.00 makes a huge difference in a project like this.  Lulu will have a cake event.   Cake, maybe ice cream (a signature drink for her Mom :).  We will take pictures and I'm sure the Grandma's and aunts will come, but we won't do any party favors, or invites, or anything like that.   I don't think that Lulu will remember much.  I believe that special days are important.  I pray &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;tha&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;t she will certainly have many special days.   I just want them to be special for her!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;More than anything, I know Lulu has all that she needs at this time.   I am blessed to have Lulu but it is because her birth parents did not have all they needed such as medicine an&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;d clean water that she is with us today.   Her mother died because of that lack of clean water.  I am mindful of that DAILY!!!  This matters to me, it matters to us and it matter&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;s to them.   Giving is no&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;t a requirement, I only want people to do what they want to do.  But I really ain't interested in the naysayers :(   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SvDHUlPpFKI/AAAAAAAAAbo/4tjRDJ5Bj8E/s320/13765_1158660163308_1131894267_422985_5461481_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400035109626254498" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SvDHU5nYIFI/AAAAAAAAAbw/xHCkn9xuCEY/s320/13765_1158660083306_1131894267_422983_3155715_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400035115094515794" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;On another note, my sister had a Meet and Greet this weekend for Scotland Rose :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;TTYL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-470143358155364815?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/470143358155364815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=470143358155364815&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/470143358155364815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/470143358155364815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday-thoughts.html' title='Birthday Thoughts'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SvDHUlPpFKI/AAAAAAAAAbo/4tjRDJ5Bj8E/s72-c/13765_1158660163308_1131894267_422985_5461481_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-3129141376136081199</id><published>2009-11-02T16:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:22:14.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mycharity: water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://mycharitywater.org/p/campaign/?campaign_id=1799&gt;mycharity: water&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using &lt;a href="http://sharethis.com"&gt;ShareThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-3129141376136081199?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3129141376136081199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=3129141376136081199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3129141376136081199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3129141376136081199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/mycharity-water.html' title='mycharity: water'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-2326235529330827629</id><published>2009-11-01T15:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:22:00.681-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bumble bee'/><title type='text'>National Blog Posting Month</title><content type='html'>I tried this last year too!!!   But really, with FB its so hard to Blog.  Darn!   I'm gonna try though....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nablopomo.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NABLOPOMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please if you are still out there.  SAY SOMETHING!!!!   Lulu said she's going to post on&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.100percentlulu.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;her blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok anyway.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was Halloween.  We had an absolutely great time!  We had a really long day.  First my sister had  a meet and greet  with her friends (I think we got some pics somewhere).  And then we had a party and Lulu was a bumble bee.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here she is with Uncle Charles, cousin Chelsey and Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/Su3tTwL1TyI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/2A3Xmzx9lFw/s200/13054_1238243030651_1066503469_30765147_3265196_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399232451894923042" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-2326235529330827629?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2326235529330827629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=2326235529330827629&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/2326235529330827629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/2326235529330827629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/national-blog-posting-month.html' title='National Blog Posting Month'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/Su3tTwL1TyI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/2A3Xmzx9lFw/s72-c/13054_1238243030651_1066503469_30765147_3265196_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-7110470354454371958</id><published>2009-09-08T23:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:11:25.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!</title><content type='html'>I'm here really!!!   I know its been an awful long time.   So much has happened.   I traveled with my two girlfriends to Ethiopia and picked up my little baby.  My insurance company refused to cover her and I finished school and have no job!   Well I could still sell real estate, so I kind of a job but not it is very very scary!!!!!  I want to blog my trip but I am exhausted!!!!   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I owe some of you updates.  I am working on it I promise.  Also, I will be posting about all things Lulu, on her blog &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.100percentlulu.blogspot.com"&gt;www.100percentlulu.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.   Now don't rush over there because there is nothing to see!!! But I am on it.  Really... just as soon as I get some sleep.   I am TIRED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lulu is the bomb and my family is completely enamored.  I love her dearly but this is a lot of work... I got some adjusting to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SqcckUuPXMI/AAAAAAAAAZI/cLxzd-c0_NI/s200/CAM_0118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379299690280869058" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-7110470354454371958?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7110470354454371958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=7110470354454371958&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/7110470354454371958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/7110470354454371958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/back.html' title='Back!'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SqcckUuPXMI/AAAAAAAAAZI/cLxzd-c0_NI/s72-c/CAM_0118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-8878093754459945794</id><published>2009-07-11T10:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:53:22.524-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clean water'/><title type='text'>100 Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clean water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cell phone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;internet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clean clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;toothpaste&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;heat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;strawberry smoothies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hummus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TV&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;health&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a good bra&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pedicure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;smiles from passing strangers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My God Children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lye -- as in the kind you perm your hair with :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sonya -- my beautician to surgically apply the lye&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OB Tampons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;frequent flyer miles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toms Toothpaste&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deodorant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Mac&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 inch heels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remote &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Navigation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yellow Legal Pads&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sex&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eye glasses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Instant Messenger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;White Gap T-shirts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Green well worn head scarf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peoples Court&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good Books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Butter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My brother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Education&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meditation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orange kool-aid with Lemon juice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thongs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two pillows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toilet paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Birth Control Pills&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Merlot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hell - Any Alcohol!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vision&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;400 thread count&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freedom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Google&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My reputation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dajuan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Refrigeration&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Furnace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Power&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stimulation conversation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunglasses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fresh flowers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blogger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Conscience&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Youtube&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Common Sense&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fruit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean Water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shower&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Facebook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lulako&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Dad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People Magazine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pictures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A good mattress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Insurance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Atlas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfume&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good will&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rosemary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Martini&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peace of Mind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All 4 seasons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The laughter of children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clean water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My fellow PAP's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eyebrow Arch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Humanitarian spirit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine 100 things that you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CAN NOT LIVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;with out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now imagine living without &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ANY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;100 Things.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can you give 100  -- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;little/ inexpensive/ insignificant to you  --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; things --- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to someone that doesn't have those things that I can't live without?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have a daughter in Africa.  I am going to get her in a month.  I am collecting 100 THINGS.... I have lofty goal set to get my baby.  Failure is not an option.  Because at 6 months she has lost more than I will every gain....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;100% is the only options.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More to Follow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW.... check this out... &lt;a href="http://thewaterproject.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;http://thewaterproject.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-8878093754459945794?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8878093754459945794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=8878093754459945794&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/8878093754459945794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/8878093754459945794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/100-things.html' title='100 Things'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-6009592144742299419</id><published>2009-07-03T18:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:01:46.207-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passed court'/><title type='text'>Yay!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 18px; white-space: pre;"&gt;INTRODUCING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SCOTLAND ROSE LULAKO HOPKINS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/Sk6MlPevWOI/AAAAAAAAAYM/4p-jOZH6w2Y/s1600-h/From+Amy+E+May+5+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/Sk6MlPevWOI/AAAAAAAAAYM/4p-jOZH6w2Y/s200/From+Amy+E+May+5+2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354371578428610786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/Sk6MlPevWOI/AAAAAAAAAYM/4p-jOZH6w2Y/s1600-h/From+Amy+E+May+5+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this picture is a not the most current pic, its one of my favorites.  Its like she is saying.... "um yeah... whatever!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I passed court.  Sorry for the cryptic message in the last post.  I felt it was important to post that because I had been working on it but I never finished it.   But I wanted everyone to know my Babycakes is headed to the US of A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ttyl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-6009592144742299419?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6009592144742299419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=6009592144742299419&amp;isPopup=true' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/6009592144742299419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/6009592144742299419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/yay.html' title='Yay!!!'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/Sk6MlPevWOI/AAAAAAAAAYM/4p-jOZH6w2Y/s72-c/From+Amy+E+May+5+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-2642961190882365132</id><published>2009-07-02T21:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:41:32.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith not Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This post was previously written on 6/19/09 but I never finished it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So ya'll know I'm very kool, kalm and kollective right?  WRONG... Last week I completely lost it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;See what had happened was&lt;/span&gt; .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed with this video from Amy E from her travels in early May, and i could never open it.  So out of the blue one night Amy gets it fixed up and sends it to me.  Now ya'll should know that&lt;a href="http://ethiopianchildadoptionjourney.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Catrina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is a video maniac and has been waiting on Lulu's video since way before she got her own referral.  So any way I open of the video...1 minute and like 3 seconds....and I am completely torn.  I mean is this my baby... can this be my daughter?  She is so tiny, so helpless.  Is she sick... is she OKAY?????  I mean Lulu was VERY tiny when I got her referral and she is  growing SOOOOOO slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the thoughts that run thru your head... its just overwhelming.  I'm talking 5 days before court and am I really RECONSIDERING!!!  SECOND GUESSING!!!! or God forbid REGRETTING?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Can I take care of a sick baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, i just did not want to think about this.  So I just got really really quiet.  I think that EVERY parent worries about the health of their baby.  Regardless if you give birth to a child or if you adopt a child, the fear of the unknown is VERY great.  The problem is this.  There are a ton of birth parents that discuss these fears.  With their family, their doctor, their friends -- a therapist).  They do extra test and obsess over the ultrasounds, they prepare a special diet and stay out of the way of smokers.  But adoptive parents, we don't have the luxury of taking all of these precautions.  We don't have the luxury of holding our little one and and assessing all the fingers and all the toes.  This is obviously the first thing that a mother does after birth (not like she can send Baby back...).  We require the same reassurances.   So we rely on the monthly reports, the pictures, and the short 1 minute videos.  And we assess.   I'm telling you... I was not pleased with what I was seeing.  I was terrified actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Added on 7/02/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter my partner in crime &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0,153);"&gt;&lt;ahref="http://lessycurls.blogspot.com/"&gt;Celeste  &lt;/ahref="http://lessycurls.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.   So I reluctantly sent the video to Celeste (not Catrina, she's too perky lol).  And Celeste instantly heightened my fears.  Celeste and I have made this journey from the beginning and we have had some real heart to heart talks, so we know each others breaking point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to make a long story short, after me and Celeste acted like complete maniacs, enter &lt;a href="http://www.witheyeslikemine.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Valarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;....who traveled across the world to check on my little Lulu!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="322"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.40" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" VALUE="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=14288997&amp;vid=5425318&amp;lang=en-us&amp;intl=us&amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/p/i/bcst/videosearch/9748/88581358.jpeg&amp;embed=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.40" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="322" allowFullScreen="true" AllowScriptAccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashVars="id=14288997&amp;vid=5425318&amp;lang=en-us&amp;intl=us&amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/p/i/bcst/videosearch/9748/88581358.jpeg&amp;embed=1" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.yahoo.com/watch/5425318/14288997"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Say Hello to Lulako&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Riddle me this...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-2642961190882365132?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2642961190882365132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=2642961190882365132&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/2642961190882365132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/2642961190882365132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/faith-not-fear.html' title='Faith not Fear'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-6964902219257477817</id><published>2009-06-16T18:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:13:53.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to the BAR!</title><content type='html'>Now come on guys!!!!  STILL ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-6964902219257477817?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6964902219257477817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=6964902219257477817&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/6964902219257477817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/6964902219257477817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/off-to-bar.html' title='Off to the BAR!'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-45466431092558850</id><published>2009-06-16T18:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:11:52.440-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='court'/><title type='text'>Not Today....</title><content type='html'>I will wait on the Lord Because his timing IS perfect.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember him?   Well maybe you can appreciate it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/78WwpAxk6dE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/78WwpAxk6dE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am okay ya'll.  If I had to pick between my timing and God's I would go for God's all the time.  A Rolex that doesn't require a battery.   I'm good!!!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming.  Please listen and appreciate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-45466431092558850?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/45466431092558850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=45466431092558850&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/45466431092558850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/45466431092558850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-today.html' title='Not Today....'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-505202217706288313</id><published>2009-06-15T04:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T05:14:50.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Culmination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow morning will be a culmination of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tomorrow morning, a judge will wake up in Addis Ababa Ethiopia and don the honorable Black Robe&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning an uncle will travel many hours to say goodbye forever to the daughter of his brother&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning an agent will plead my case&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning a mother in Heaven will rejoice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tomorrow morning I will become a mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning will be a culmination of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It is 11:39 a.m. in Addis Ababa Ethiopia&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Just one day from now my life will change. &lt;br /&gt;Winds of time will come together.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Forces bigger than me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Forces out of my control...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eternal forces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Decide&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Not my agency, not MOWA, not the judge, not the uncle, not me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A force greater than ALL of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/cd/ccc-baby/show.swf?clickURL=http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/&amp;amp;clickLABEL=MySpace Countdowns&amp;amp;flashLABEL=Countdown Clock Codes&amp;amp;skin=http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/cd/ccc-baby/skins/9.jpg&amp;amp;text=LULU%21%21%21%21&amp;amp;untilColor=0&amp;amp;textColor=0&amp;amp;datesColor=0&amp;amp;year=2009&amp;amp;month=5&amp;amp;day=16&amp;amp;hour=4&amp;amp;minute=46&amp;amp;second=22&amp;amp;x=6&amp;amp;y=77" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="300" height="200" name="countdown" align="middle" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;24 HOURS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1440 MINUTES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;86,400 Seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;And I'll Be Counting EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-505202217706288313?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/505202217706288313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=505202217706288313&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/505202217706288313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/505202217706288313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/culmination.html' title='Culmination'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-5551443413670923348</id><published>2009-06-10T18:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T18:58:18.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks guys!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SjA6CEINTqI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ZlPkun_5ZKg/s1600-h/on+the+ledge.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SjA6CEINTqI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ZlPkun_5ZKg/s200/on+the+ledge.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345836564831096482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Honestly, the expression I laughed I cried... (and I was in class tearing up!)  Just needed to say it.  BTW Tami... you know I got evicted off the island due to not making the income requirements of Island ownership.  But I'm fighting my way back! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-5551443413670923348?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5551443413670923348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=5551443413670923348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/5551443413670923348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/5551443413670923348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanks-guys.html' title='Thanks guys!!!'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SjA6CEINTqI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ZlPkun_5ZKg/s72-c/on+the+ledge.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-1502246631748666299</id><published>2009-06-10T07:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:45:51.291-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nervous'/><title type='text'>Nervous</title><content type='html'>I only have a week until court and my nerves are in the toilet&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1.  Can I really do this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Will I even pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Am I ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. Is it too late to turn back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. Maybe I should wait until I'm married (ha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. Is my daughter healthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. How will I support us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. Will I find a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9. What the HELL was I thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10. Is her hair ever gonna grow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11. Will she like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12. Will I like her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;13. Will I find a daycare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;14.  How will I pay for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15. Will this nursery ever get done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;16. Does it even matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;17.  Is she spoiled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;18. Will I spoil her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;19. Is this the right thing for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;20. Is this the right thing for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;21. Am I insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;22. Will I travel alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;23.  How the hell will I pay for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24.  Will I stay in a guest house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;25.  Will I stay in a hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;26.  Will these ff miles get me a first class ticket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;27. Who will pay for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;28.  When will I tell this new job that I have to take time off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;29.  Will I pass court the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;30.  How will I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;31.  When will I get excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;32.  Will Gladney be able to get me in the first travel group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;33. How will I finish that last paper for school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;34.  Why am I so sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;35.  How will I manage our routine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;36. What kind of car will I get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;37.  Will I even be able to get one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;38.  How the hell am I ever gonna catch up on these bills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;39.  Will I make enough to support us both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;40. Will I cloth diaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;41.  Am I insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;42.  Will her weight pick up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;43. Is she ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;44. Will I trust in the lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;45.  Will she be a fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;46.  Will I be a fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;47.  Will these psycho's on the Boards EVER get a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;48. Will I ever get to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;49. Will I ever finish my work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;50.  Will I be grumpy when I come home tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;51. Will she love me anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;52. Is she happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;53.  Will I ever see a picture of her smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;54. Will it just be the two of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;55. Will my family love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;56. Will I love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;57.  Will she love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;58. Is this insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;59.  Is it fair that I can "afford" to raise her and her birth family can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;60.  Will we visit Addis soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;61.  Will we live overseas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;62.  Will I EVER lose weight or just be a fat mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;63.  How will I teach her to be a good person and not a brat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;64.  Will she be smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;65.  Will she ever grow into her big head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;66. Will I ever grow into mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;67.  Will she live to serve mankind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;68.  When will the fears go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;69.  When will I love her like my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;70.  Will she know me when she first sees me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;71. Will she grow up and regret leaving Ethiopia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;72. Will she have brothers and sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;73. Will we leave Michigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;74.  How will I discipline her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;75. How will I continue to teach her her culture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;76. Will having a child make me less marketable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;77. Is it to late to turn around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;78. Does my friends think I'm crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;79. Do I care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;80. Will she put prints on my stark white sofa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;81. Should I sale it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;82. When will I travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;83. Am I going to be lonely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;84. Will she be a lonely only child or a bully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;85. Am I as crazy as the ppl on Yahoo groups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;86. Is my daughter stolen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;87. Is there corruption in this adoption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;88. Did I pick the right name for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;89. Why don't I ever use it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;90. Does she look like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;91. Will people lie to me and say she does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;92. Is this the right thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;93. Can I do this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;94. Do I want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;95. Is it to late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;96. Will I pass court&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;97. Will I travel soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;98. When will I hold MY DAUGHTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;99.  Will ppl be offended by my thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;100. Do I give a DAMN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yep... that was me recording all my thoughts in 5 minutes!!! I am losing my mind and very very nervous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-1502246631748666299?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1502246631748666299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=1502246631748666299&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/1502246631748666299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/1502246631748666299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/nervous.html' title='Nervous'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-609823279021517885</id><published>2009-05-23T10:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T12:16:20.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Patiently Waiting!</title><content type='html'>Hey there!!! I'm still here.  And I do not have a court date yet.   I am actually patiently waiting because God is doing SO MUCH in my life right now that I am busy busy preparing to bring Babycakes home.   I am rejoicing for my dear friends that passed court!!!  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.witheyeslikemine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Valarie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cocoprincesslovenotes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ms. D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!  I am praying for the strength of those that are just waiting and waiting and waiting... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Jeanine&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lessycurls.blogspot.com/"&gt;Celeste&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I am excited for those with new little faces to look at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ethiopianchildadoptionjourney.blogspot.com/"&gt;Catrina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://forneko.blogspot.com/"&gt;Haze&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!  I am hopeful for those preparing and waiting, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tami-borninmyheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tami&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://trice-waitingforeden.blogspot.com/"&gt;Trice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Rayshell&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Cristina A&lt;/span&gt;.  I am in admiration of those that are building there families (way to many to name)!  But I am most overwhelmed by what a blessing this experience has been for me.  My life is out of control right now.  Complete utter chaos, and not in a good way!  But I know that the God CONTINUES to take control of the timing, the finances and the everyday victories that exist in my life!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope I am not anxious for a court date.  I already HAVE a date, but right now only GOD knows!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;READ THIS.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REALLY &lt;/span&gt;read it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When times are hard it is SOOO tempting to try to find your own solution.  I am struggling ya'll!!! And God continues to give me so many joys.  He continues to make a way out of NOOOOOOOOO way!!! Why does he love me?  Why does he remember me?  Because I am his child.  Because he will provide for me even when I have not been obedient.  His love is the love that a parent has for a child, though they may discipline their child for being disobedient, they still continue to feed, clothe and love that child... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh my Heavenly Father.&lt;/span&gt;... The greatest parent indeed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young man has a simple message to share!!! Please share it with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/78WwpAxk6dE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/78WwpAxk6dE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you find the WAIT as an opportunity to build strength.  Like a runner in training.   Use this time to strengthen your faith and know that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT IS&lt;/span&gt; because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; said &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT IS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ROBBIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-609823279021517885?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/609823279021517885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=609823279021517885&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/609823279021517885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/609823279021517885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/patiently-waiting.html' title='Patiently Waiting!'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-3833884241772447556</id><published>2009-05-11T11:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:28:52.666-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goldfish rudy'/><title type='text'>Life lessons</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I am here!  Really... just a bad blogger.  But this is so cute, so funny and just exemplifies parenting.  So many life lessons.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KmCwEypD-g0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KmCwEypD-g0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds of this Cosby great memory..... (sorry couldn't upload it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jo_bn2blWSY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jo_bn2blWSY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could Rudy be any cuter?  She couldn't even keep a straight face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how adorable those little faces are... our sweet little angels....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 91px; height: 91px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SghDgVltBDI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Dcc4F4XbdDI/s200/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334587981450511410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But eventually they do grow up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SghDgs4x7BI/AAAAAAAAAXs/pLB0GnZMGdo/s200/rudi+old.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334587987704540178" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep it will happen to all of us!!!! But there will surely be many life lessons and laughs along the way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-3833884241772447556?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3833884241772447556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=3833884241772447556&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3833884241772447556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3833884241772447556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/honestly-i-am-here-really.html' title='Life lessons'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SghDgVltBDI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Dcc4F4XbdDI/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-3959070176623457947</id><published>2009-04-28T18:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:44:46.678-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stand'/><title type='text'>Stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dW7pX3Jw5SA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dW7pX3Jw5SA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough Said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-3959070176623457947?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3959070176623457947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=3959070176623457947&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3959070176623457947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3959070176623457947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/stand.html' title='Stand'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-5772317753103186414</id><published>2009-04-12T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:23:59.986-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='K&apos;jon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the call'/><title type='text'>The call -- My ship has FINALLY come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;disclaimer:  Not your typical description, very long, kind of boring, and just pretty odd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay... Sorry it took so long to write this post.  I know for me reading about THE CALL is one of my favorite parts.  I didn't think I could do it any justice until the shock wore off, but I didn't want to miss the opportunity to share this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, I must preference this by saying I am a MANIAC about this adoption.  I have a strong ability to retain details and I have sorted all of the possible scenarios of how this referral could actually come about.  I was CERTAIN, my call would come this week... I was almost embarrassed to share it with very many people because I didn't want to seem so certain, but I just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, so I usually don't go to school on Thursday but I went to a workshop at school and my mind was not on the phone or the computer.  I got home at 3:00 and I thought to myself... maybe I should email Abbey to ask her if Gladney was going to be open on Friday.  You see I was convinced my call was coming on FRIDAY.  Gladney really likes Friday and now Friday was not a normal business day.  Anyway, I didn't email her.  Let me back up a little.   After hearing that I could be coming close to being matched with a baby, I had emailed Abbey and asked her to email me first in case I wasn't near the phone, then I emailed her again and said maybe you should call me.  She was good about my craziness and told me she would definitely call me because "it's better that way".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm laying across the bed not particularly feeling anything.  Just eery, quiet and weird.  At 3:57 my phone rang.  817 area code.  I picked it up rather reserved, the call went something like this (yes I am ruining it for those who are waiting lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abbey:  Hi Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin:  Hey Abbey &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very casual, cause you know we talk everyday NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abbey:  How are you Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin: Um... well I don't know Abbey, how are you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abbey:  Well I think your day is about to get much better... are you near your computer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clearly Abbey doesn't know me, I sleep with my computer.  Mac is my man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin:  Its right here Abbey...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abbey:  I'm sending you an email, let me know when you get, we can open it together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Insert incessant laughing here.  Delirious insane, Coo coo for Cocoa Pops Laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin:  It's here Abbey... Oh Lord, I have a referral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At this point I start thinking....who the Hell is home... I need support!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abbey:  There are some pictures....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin:  I see them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abbey:  Isn't she beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ummm okay, lets stop right here... she is umm very very NOT what I expected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abbey:  Robbin?   Are you there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No response, just shock...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abbey:  Robbin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin:  Yes Abbey, I'm here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abbey:  She is 4 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Email Tami:  "I'm getting a referral"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tami: What are you emailing for? (of course you're getting a referral what's your point)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: No Tami, I'm getting the referral right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abbey:  Robbin are you there.... did you see the little one where she is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin:  Um Yeah sure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Email 7 other ppl:   "I'm getting a referral!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abbey:  Okay Robbin I need you to open the second document&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin:  Okay Abbey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My phone starts ringing OFF THE HOOK.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Email Tami:  Why the hell are you calling me??? I'm talking to Abbey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tami:  I need INFO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abbey: Robbin are you there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin:  Yes Abbey, I see it (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever IT is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know she is saying something.  Maybe its in Amharic.  I can't understand her.  Maybe I need an interpreter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Google... Amharic interpreter Michigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abbey:  Robbin what are you thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin:  Honestly Abbey?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abbey: Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin:  I hear a noise so I know you must be talking... but really I hear "wa womp wa womp, wa womp, wa womp" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insert Charlie Brown teacher voice&lt;/span&gt;  " I am honestly not sure what you are talking about."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abbey:  Robbin are you okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Insert incessant laughing here.  Delirious insane, Coo coo for Cocoa Pops Laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abbey:  You will have all of this in writing.  You can review it later.  It can be a lot to absorb.  I'll just keep going if that's okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin: Um yeah sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reviewing about a hundred emails from the same seven maniacs that keep calling my phone and start sending pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tami:  Answer the phone!!!!!!!! Cutie!!!!!!!!! OMGGGGGGGGGcutieeeeeeeeepiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abbey:  Are you  there Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin:  Yes Abbey, are you done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abbey: Well... um there is a little more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin:  I have to go now Abbey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abbey:  Well umm... I really am happy for you, I won't be in tomorrow and......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emailing, sweating, hyperventilating. Completely not understanding what Abbey is saying... must be Amharic again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin:  Bye Abbey, have a great Easter, talk to you Monday.  Bye now.  Bye Bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abbey:  Um, okay Robbin, have a great weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Call ended 4:27.  39 emails from friends later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I tell you that it was the weirdest and most unplanned reaction, I get that.  It was not at all how I imagined.  And it took me three days before I was ready to even relive the oddity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More of my reaction to follow.  But I really want to share this song.  Its very very fitting!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know People don't always feel like watching the videos, and a lot of times they are reading from a reader or have the volume down, but the song I have going is by an artist name K'jon.  It is a TREAT.  It means so much to me and my little one.  I would love to share it with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pl5JPfj82Sk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pl5JPfj82Sk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;It feels like&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;Is passin' me by&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then&lt;br /&gt;It feels like (feels like)&lt;br /&gt;My ship has gone and sailed away&lt;br /&gt;But I&lt;br /&gt;I gonna be strong (gotta be strong)&lt;br /&gt;Gotta hold on&lt;br /&gt;It won't be too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the tide is coming near&lt;br /&gt;I see the waves flowing&lt;br /&gt;Out there on the ocean&lt;br /&gt;I know my ship is coming in&lt;br /&gt;Just pass the horizon&lt;br /&gt;And right where the sky ends&lt;br /&gt;Cause out there on the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Know my ship is coming in&lt;br /&gt;But don't leave me hanging&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting to long&lt;br /&gt;But this moment&lt;br /&gt;My ship has finally come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would travel to the seven seas&lt;br /&gt;(I would even go)&lt;br /&gt;I would even go wherever the wind blows me&lt;br /&gt;(I'll do anything)&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything to find my destiny&lt;br /&gt;It's like fightin' with gravity&lt;br /&gt;And it's bringin' me down&lt;br /&gt;If this world was really round then tell me how&lt;br /&gt;It's just a moment for you to come around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the tide is coming near&lt;br /&gt;I see the waves flowing&lt;br /&gt;Out there on the ocean&lt;br /&gt;I know my ship is coming in (coming in baby)&lt;br /&gt;Just pass the horizon&lt;br /&gt;And right where the sky ends&lt;br /&gt;Cause out there on the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Know my ship is coming in&lt;br /&gt;But don't leave me hanging&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting to long&lt;br /&gt;But this moment&lt;br /&gt;My ship has finally come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally you come (around)&lt;br /&gt;Around, around&lt;br /&gt;I said finally baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally you come (around)&lt;br /&gt;Around, around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally you come around, come around baby&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Super Duper Thank You to everyone that has reached out to me.  I was NOT prepared for all the support and well wishes.  It is an amazing and overwhelming feeling.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you for sharing in this journey.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TTYL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Robbin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-5772317753103186414?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5772317753103186414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=5772317753103186414&amp;isPopup=true' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/5772317753103186414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/5772317753103186414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/call-my-ship-has-finally-come.html' title='The call -- My ship has FINALLY come!'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-5501909407270302474</id><published>2009-04-09T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:16:46.002-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='referral'/><title type='text'>REFERRAL!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is surreal.   Today is April 9, 2009 and today I saw my daughter's beautiful TINY face!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will tell about the call later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I added music just for the occasion and updated my blog background.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh yeah... she is 4 months old!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lyrics of course.... Lauryn Hill TO GOOD TO BE TRUE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You're just too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;you'd be like heaven to touch&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you so much&lt;br /&gt;at long last love has arrived&lt;br /&gt;and I thank God I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;you're just too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon  the way that I stare&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing else to compare&lt;br /&gt;the sight of you leaves me weak&lt;br /&gt;there are no words left to speak&lt;br /&gt;but if you feel like I feel&lt;br /&gt;please let me know that it's real&lt;br /&gt;you're just too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I need you baby and if it's quite alright&lt;br /&gt;I need you baby to warm the lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby, trust in me when I say:ok(its okaay)&lt;br /&gt;Oh pretty baby, don't let me down, I pray&lt;br /&gt;oh pretty baby, now that I've found you, stay&lt;br /&gt;and let me love you,  o baby, let me love you, o baby&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ROBBIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-5501909407270302474?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5501909407270302474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=5501909407270302474&amp;isPopup=true' title='67 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/5501909407270302474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/5501909407270302474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/referral.html' title='REFERRAL!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>67</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-5843508680962505776</id><published>2009-04-08T18:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:05:05.634-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreamin'/><title type='text'>NOT YET</title><content type='html'>No really, there has been NO movement.   Minutes feel like hours and hours feel like days.   I can't study.  And I know I have to.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I picked a really cheesy song.  I know the video doesn't fit, but the words do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/61KJFYtAAec&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/61KJFYtAAec&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the life of me&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that it could be&lt;br /&gt;The way it stands right now&lt;br /&gt;Emotions running high&lt;br /&gt;Every night I wish that I&lt;br /&gt;Could tell you how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Those words are here in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh but there is just&lt;br /&gt;one missing part&lt;br /&gt;How to put it together&lt;br /&gt;How to say it right&lt;br /&gt;And let you know that&lt;br /&gt;Every night&lt;br /&gt;I'll be dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;Dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;Hoping baby you will be there&lt;br /&gt;I'll be dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;[ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/SVmc ]&lt;br /&gt;Dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;Hoping baby you will be there&lt;br /&gt;Let me take time out&lt;br /&gt;To try and find out&lt;br /&gt;If this could be real&lt;br /&gt;Cause reality scares me&lt;br /&gt;I've been living a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;How should I feel&lt;br /&gt;Those words are here in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh but there is just&lt;br /&gt;one missing part&lt;br /&gt;How to put it together&lt;br /&gt;How to say it right&lt;br /&gt;And let you know that&lt;br /&gt;Every night&lt;br /&gt;I'll be dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;Dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;Hoping baby you will be there&lt;br /&gt;I'll be dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;Dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;Hoping baby you will be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ttyl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Robbin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-5843508680962505776?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5843508680962505776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=5843508680962505776&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/5843508680962505776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/5843508680962505776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-yet.html' title='NOT YET'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-4257734298728324100</id><published>2009-04-04T17:12:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:54:42.691-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madonna'/><title type='text'>Madonna and Child</title><content type='html'>In case there is some confusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE &lt;/span&gt;Madonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SdfRrfBBD5I/AAAAAAAAAXM/UkO6-Vzf7f0/s200/the+Madonna+and+child.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320952029751873426" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Madonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SdfRrTiZsLI/AAAAAAAAAXU/G1hkd_Fsg7M/s200/madonna+and+child-thumb-300x292.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320952026670674098" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adoption: a legal proceeding that creates a parent-child relation between persons not related by blood; the adopted child is entitled to all privileges belonging to a natural child of the adoptive parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no different definition given for those that aren't the "normal" adoptive parents...I don't understand people that rally only for the rights and privileges of those that seem "normal".  I am a Black single heterosexual PAP (prospective adoptive parent), I don't want to be judged by the married folks that don't think its important for singles to adopt, nor do I want to judge those that are homosexual trying to adopt, or even judge those adopting transracially.  Because judgment is judgment.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;judgment:  generally refers to the considered evaluation of evidence in the formation of making a decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I am disappointed in the people that were happy to see Madonna's adoption denied.  Of course everyone preferenced their &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt; by stating that they were absolutely not in judgment.  No one would ever say their true reason for being against Madonna adopting this little girl.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Racism&lt;/span&gt;?  - Are you opposed to it because of the transracial aspects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Classism&lt;/span&gt;? -Are you opposed to it because you believe that Madonna used her money to bully her way thru the system&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Religious Intolerance&lt;/span&gt;? - Does your religion give you Carte Blanche to decide who is and isn't worthy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think its just pure Judgism...  Yep I made it up.  How ridiculous to assume that money is enough to make the stresses of adoption any easier?  So it gets you to the front of the line.  But it is still as stressful and heartfelt an experience as any PAP feels when desiring to grow their family.   How ridiculous to assume its done for publicity or due to some trend... Really the same money that got her to the front of the line, could have easily bought her a few schools in underdeveloped areas with her name on them, that's publicity.  She certainly could have used that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;same &lt;/span&gt;money to find a less public situation with a more accommodating official just to get her a "matching" kid.  Nope, she returned to the country that gave her the wonderful son, that she loves dearly and has with her whenever she is seen out publicly who has clearly enhanced her life.  She returned to Malawi.   She did her homestudy, she did her embassy clearances, she paid her fees to get before the judge (while spending many more dollars in the country), she REQUESTED a waiver &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; she was denied.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who gets to judge?  Certainly not the same people that have stood or will stand before a decision maker asking for the same consideration -- an opportunity to parent a child.  Because after all, who has really earned it?  If only AP's and PAP's would stand up for the ideal of parenting by adoption and not the ideal of parenting by adaption.  I'm not trying to fit the "norm" I trying  to be a Mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If Madonna had "just" got pregnant, she could've saved herself a lot of headaches.  Shame on her for not picking a more established program -- like Ethiopia  to get a healthy infant as young as possible.  Nope shame on her for trying to adopt a 4 year old ORPHAN.   How dare she, who the hell does she think she is.   Using her money and status to take a child away from her home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so very confused.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless Mercy... Or is it Lord Have Mercy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, todays selection has a double meaning.   Absolutely better include the lyrics because you have to get past all those preconceived Madonna feelings to appreciate this one....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TuaW4mWeJ88&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TuaW4mWeJ88&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive had other guys&lt;br /&gt;Ive looked into their eyes&lt;br /&gt;But I never knew love before&lt;br /&gt;til you walked through my door&lt;br /&gt;Ive had other lips&lt;br /&gt;Ive sailed a thousand ships&lt;br /&gt;But no matter where I go&lt;br /&gt;Youre the one for me baby this I know, cause its&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love&lt;br /&gt;Youre the one Im dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;Your heart fits me like a glove&lt;br /&gt;And Im gonna be true blue baby I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive heard all the lines&lt;br /&gt;Ive cried oh so many times&lt;br /&gt;Those tear drops they wont fall again&lt;br /&gt;Im so excited cause youre my best friend&lt;br /&gt;So if you should ever doubt&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what love is all about&lt;br /&gt;Just think back and remember dear&lt;br /&gt;Those words whispered in your ear, I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more sadness, I kiss it good-bye&lt;br /&gt;The sun is bursting right out of the sky&lt;br /&gt;I searched the whole world for someone like you&lt;br /&gt;Dont you know, dont you know that its&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Honestly not trying to piss anyone off... April Fools... You know I don't really care about pissing anyone off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TTYL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Robbin&lt;/span&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/7164586283261437549-4257734298728324100?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4257734298728324100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=4257734298728324100&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/4257734298728324100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/4257734298728324100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/madonna-and-child.html' title='Madonna and Child'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SdfRrfBBD5I/AAAAAAAAAXM/UkO6-Vzf7f0/s72-c/the+Madonna+and+child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-4505814581637130814</id><published>2009-04-03T10:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:24:50.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>Continuing with my very subtle hints by way of a musical parade. &lt;div&gt;Nothing much to report here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you this Green Day &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;del&gt;hint&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vJy69MljuHI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vJy69MljuHI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FOR  ANYONE I MAY HAVE LEFT BEHIND WITH THIS HINT.... THE LYRICS LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for a long time&lt;br /&gt;For this moment to come&lt;br /&gt;I'm destined&lt;br /&gt;For anything...at all&lt;br /&gt;Downtown lights will be shining&lt;br /&gt;On me like a diamond&lt;br /&gt;Ring out under the midnight hour&lt;br /&gt;No one can touch me now&lt;br /&gt;And I can't turn my back&lt;br /&gt;It's too late ready or not at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much closer than&lt;br /&gt;I have ever known...&lt;br /&gt;Wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawning of a new era&lt;br /&gt;Calling...don't let it catch you falling&lt;br /&gt;Ready or not at all&lt;br /&gt;So close enough to taste it&lt;br /&gt;Almost...I can embrace this&lt;br /&gt;Feeling....on the tip of my tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much closer than&lt;br /&gt;I have ever known...&lt;br /&gt;Wake up&lt;br /&gt;Better thank your lucks stars....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for a life time&lt;br /&gt;For this moment to come&lt;br /&gt;I'm destined for anything at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbstruck&lt;br /&gt;Colour me stupid&lt;br /&gt;Good luck&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna need it&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm going if I get there...&lt;br /&gt;At all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up&lt;br /&gt;Better thank your lucky stars....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That's all I can say.... For now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TTYL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Robbin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-4505814581637130814?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4505814581637130814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=4505814581637130814&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/4505814581637130814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/4505814581637130814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-84278063890598202</id><published>2009-04-02T10:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:00:08.986-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pointer sisters'/><title type='text'>I'm So Excited</title><content type='html'>Since I'm limited with what I can tell you... I will serenade you in song.  Don't be trying to guess LOL.   And naw this ain't April Fool's.  When I have something to tell ya, I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POINTER SISTERS!!!!! I'm So excited.... I'm about to lose control and I think I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kNypedXSSlo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kNypedXSSlo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-84278063890598202?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/84278063890598202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=84278063890598202&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/84278063890598202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/84278063890598202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-so-excited.html' title='I&apos;m So Excited'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-6646487047632180696</id><published>2009-04-01T21:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:19:47.365-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='april fools'/><title type='text'>April Fool's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SdQusjWgHWI/AAAAAAAAAXE/dkx8hx-y7bY/s1600-h/snoppy+happy+mail.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 111px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SdQusjWgHWI/AAAAAAAAAXE/dkx8hx-y7bY/s200/snoppy+happy+mail.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319928402770140514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I played the best April Fool's joke on my FB friends and fam.  And now I feel really bad because I have to tell them I was just kidding......&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even had family calling me from out of town...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I did get some great news today... no joke.   And Babycakes may be right around the corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll keep you posted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&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/7164586283261437549-6646487047632180696?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6646487047632180696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=6646487047632180696&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/6646487047632180696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/6646487047632180696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fools.html' title='April Fool&apos;s'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SdQusjWgHWI/AAAAAAAAAXE/dkx8hx-y7bY/s72-c/snoppy+happy+mail.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-1694291320012186254</id><published>2009-03-17T19:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:52:18.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is NO Me Without You</title><content type='html'>Anyone adopting a child from Ethiopia has either read, intend to read or been advised to read &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thereisnomewithoutyou.com/"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;book.  There is No Me Without You by Melissa Fay Greene is a must read when trying to understand the in's and out's of the orphan crisis in Ethiopia.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book is the about the story of  Hargewoin Teferra  " a middle-class Ethiopian widow whose home became a refuge for hundreds of AIDS orphans, and about a few remarkable children who moved through her life." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/ScA2NEDKNRI/AAAAAAAAAW8/r7uWpS6KiK4/s200/Haregewoin.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314307158350378258" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, Ms. Teferra has passed away.  Ethiopia has lost a warrior for children's rights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-1694291320012186254?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1694291320012186254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=1694291320012186254&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/1694291320012186254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/1694291320012186254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-is-no-me-without-you.html' title='There Is NO Me Without You'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/ScA2NEDKNRI/AAAAAAAAAW8/r7uWpS6KiK4/s72-c/Haregewoin.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-7051529656000952756</id><published>2009-03-03T09:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:55:48.134-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mfume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watermelon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racism'/><title type='text'>Not Angry, Just tired.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/Sa1FuscO7lI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Z-6hC95g2qg/s1600-h/easter_mayor_email_watermel.jpg"&gt;                                &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/Sa1FuscO7lI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Z-6hC95g2qg/s200/easter_mayor_email_watermel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308976204245560914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suggestive emails with racial undertones are ridiculous!  So long Dean Grose!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In 2003 Kweisi Mfume, then president and CEO of the NAACP held a press conference rejecting streotypes of Black people in America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are still living with the entirely untrue racist labels placed on African-Americans hundreds of years ago. We [African-Americans] do not enjoy sitting on our porches, nor do we frequently drink malt liquor from 40-ounce bottles. We do not wear our hats backward, nor our pants with one leg bunched up, and we certainly wear more than just Fila and FUBU. We love to swim. Also, few of us are afraid of dogs. Our hair is not nappy, our buttocks not big, our noses and lips not wide, and our legs are plenty hairy. Our elbows, knees, and heels are smooth and moist. We are not prone to stealing things and we think white women are ugly. We never buy cheap cars and put expensive stereo systems in them. As for the stereos we have, we always keep them playing at a courteous level. As for the cars, we always drive with our seats up and both hands on the wheel. We rarely use swear words, and our grammar is always perfect. The great majority of us think Snoop Dogg is lewd and inappropriate. We never call women derogatory names like “bitches” or “hos.” We do not smoke Kool and most of us have never heard of Newport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not smoke Buddha, nor chronic, nor hocus-pocus, nor any other narcotics. We barely know the meanings of the words “fly,” “dope,” “trick,” “phat,” “dawg,” and “off the hook,” among others. Those of us who are musicians know what guitars and drums are and how to use them to make music. We rarely sing about guns or women. Our handshakes are not complicated at all. We do not like to make fun of white people. We never talk about the “white man” holding us down. We do not name our daughters after perfumes with “ita” added to the end. We do not necessarily like the taste of sweet potato pie, nor collard greens, nor fried chicken, nor watermelon. I don’t even know what chitlins are. Just about all the others I’ve forgotten are false, too. I hope this aids in the removal of racial boundaries and what not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked if any African-American stereotypes are true, Mfume responded: “Well our dicks are huge. Oh, and we can dance like a motherfucker.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-7051529656000952756?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7051529656000952756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=7051529656000952756&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/7051529656000952756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/7051529656000952756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-angry-just-tired.html' title='Not Angry, Just tired.....'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/Sa1FuscO7lI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Z-6hC95g2qg/s72-c/easter_mayor_email_watermel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-477826094189656695</id><published>2009-02-18T11:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:43:40.167-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama comic chimp'/><title type='text'>Change?</title><content type='html'>This pissed me off.  It should piss you off too (cause its my blog and I said so).  I would love to hear ANYTHING that sounds like a different perspective on this...... &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SZw2vEYZuAI/AAAAAAAAAWc/LzK7jlFzNR4/s200/Cartoon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304174643393443842" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I borrowed it from my friend &lt;a href="http://www.witheyeslikemine.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Valarie's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blog.... we both are at a loss for words (I know hard to believe right).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah.   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The NEW YORK POST published this......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to say little but come on.....  Two days ago a chimp was killed after attacking a visitor to his "mom's" home.    The &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wgS0KgT5APc&amp;amp;elr=KArks:DCiUMEaPc:UiD3aPc:_Yyc:aULPQL7PQLanchO7DiUr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;tape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was chilling.   This is what you do to a chimp out of control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there a correlation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-477826094189656695?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/477826094189656695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=477826094189656695&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/477826094189656695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/477826094189656695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/change.html' title='Change?'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SZw2vEYZuAI/AAAAAAAAAWc/LzK7jlFzNR4/s72-c/Cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-7798665398577501830</id><published>2009-02-12T15:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T15:15:53.172-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charles locs'/><title type='text'>Its just hair.....</title><content type='html'>I'm a law student.  So anyone that knows me knows I love a good argument. But what drives me crazy is when someone acts as if  because something does not affect them, it really must not affect anyone else.  My last post was linked to a much larger forum and received quite a lot of differing opinions.  I must say I have gained a different perspective from my fellow PAP's.   I am not saying all Black mom's have hair figured out and that White mom's don't.   Come on clearly my Mom missed the hair lesson given to all new mothers at new mother school.  But I do think that when we are raising Black boys in White America and Black girls in White America we MUST consider what works best for them.  Lets face it, we all want to just fit in... (well most of us anyway).   I posted this in part on the forum.  I'm sure it will not be well received.  But I wanted to share it here as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who actually read my post, I put a picture of my brother. A few days ago my college educated brother, who has lived on 4 continents and is an accomplished musician, doesn't sag (pants) and was walking along a very diverse street in Manhattan, was stopped by an undercover police officer, questioned and basically badgered because he "fit the profile". After refusing to answer any questions, submit to any search and demanding an explanation, he was "released" and "allowed" to go on his way. Humiliated, is possibly the best word to describe how he felt. Could it happen to anyone? Absolutely. Did he get a chance to explain that he is not African American but perhaps Ethiopian...Nope. Bottom line for me is this: Will he come home and get the necessary support and understanding that he needs in order to dust his self off and go into the big bad world again tomorrow or will he be met with opposition by those who don't want to believe that IT does matter. That you have to really consider what you are doing to possibly add to the issues that is faced everyday by being Black in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because you know I love pictures.  I wanted to share this most current one of my brother.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SZSCZv8o07I/AAAAAAAAAWM/6ALwD0y4Mh8/s200/Charles+bald.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302006040201057202" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SZSCZnXaAAI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ChwP-JnR5Y8/s200/charles+locs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302006037897412610" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say I was heartbroken.  And he looks crazy without all those luscious locs!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-7798665398577501830?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7798665398577501830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=7798665398577501830&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/7798665398577501830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/7798665398577501830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-just-hair.html' title='Its just hair.....'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SZSCZv8o07I/AAAAAAAAAWM/6ALwD0y4Mh8/s72-c/Charles+bald.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-212811115067013492</id><published>2009-02-09T23:30:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:14:20.489-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='locs'/><title type='text'>Locs</title><content type='html'>I used to wear Dread locs.  I of course don't call them Dread locs, because there is nothing dreadful about them.   I wanted to loc my hair for several years but was not ready for the commitment and the finality.  I started locing in 2000.  I wore my hair loc'd for 7 years.  In that time, I had many friends that wore locs as well&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SZEEWaJ3vFI/AAAAAAAAAVs/d4TEVws8VRE/s200/01Hopki-R1-006-1A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301023019416140882" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mother wears locs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 126px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SZEF55MyQZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/KIXf0WHC--Y/s200/Me+and+Mom+Locs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301024728556913042" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SZEF_5hqXYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ydP92YtDkSQ/s200/n1131894267_56785_14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301024831723691394" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother wears Locs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SZEGEUjCDMI/AAAAAAAAAWE/kroWZuPreqE/s200/Charles+locs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301024907696671938" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you ask yourself... what is the point?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we all Loc'd our hair after we were GROWN!  I am truly appalled at the trend of adoptive parents -- transracial adoptions -- (White parents, Black Children)-- locing their children hair. Apparently the parents think that this is either a.) desirable by the child or b.) easier to deal with.  IT'S NOT!!!!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Locs are first and foremost a choice.  You will not find ONE Black parent that will loc their children's hair unless the child is old enough to request it or unless the parents have locs of their own.  Locs are a serious and intimate decision.  Some wear it for fashion.  But either way, all loc wearers know it should not be entered without much thought, understanding and commitment.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is amazing to me how many hours are spent posting about hair care for "Black" hair.  But I understand that the best way to counteract the unknown is to study up.  But to loc a child's hair.  A child???? Are you serious?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Black girls love to swing their pigtails as equally as their white counterparts.  Getting your hair pressed for Easter Sunday is a rites of passage of sorts.   Hair envy is common, even on small girls.   Little Black girls were not very happy to have their hair braided up because although it saved you from the torture of getting your hair "did", it ultimately took away the free feeling of having your hair down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart is sad.  I know it might seem so petty but I promise you, it is a growing and pretty irreversible trend.  To see so many PAP's make this decision, discuss it and pass pictures on forums, just makes me wonder.... just how much adoptive parents really understand about the challenges faced in transracial adoptions.  Yes I know that seems harsh but so is being insensitive to what it means to be Black in America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe in adoption.  I believe a child deserves to be in a loving caring home.  I also believe that adoption requires an "eyes wide open" approach.  The level of understanding is not decided merely by "following your heart" and "saving an orphan".  It is not based on cost nor wait times.   It's not merely something that can be reversed by disruption or institutionalization.  Its not to be done to prove a point......  It is the ultimate gift of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could reach out to the AP's doing this, but I have tried and met great opposition.   I found with adoption, people rarely want to hear the truth, or even your opinion.  They want to believe what they want to believe.  Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am too pissed to say what I want to say.   This is a politically correct blog :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-212811115067013492?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/212811115067013492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=212811115067013492&amp;isPopup=true' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/212811115067013492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/212811115067013492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/locs.html' title='Locs'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SZEEWaJ3vFI/AAAAAAAAAVs/d4TEVws8VRE/s72-c/01Hopki-R1-006-1A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-1772251968693064727</id><published>2009-01-28T17:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:19:30.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>D!!!*??!*</title><content type='html'>The adoption process is like standing on constantly shifting sand.......&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SYDZxnl38JI/AAAAAAAAAVc/zemrDcXIZWM/s200/sand+pic.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296472608252358802" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL Robbin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Thanks Christina!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-1772251968693064727?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1772251968693064727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=1772251968693064727&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/1772251968693064727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/1772251968693064727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/d.html' title='D!!!*??!*'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SYDZxnl38JI/AAAAAAAAAVc/zemrDcXIZWM/s72-c/sand+pic.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-7927422424854814364</id><published>2009-01-24T11:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:09:30.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have you been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SXs7sox2iPI/AAAAAAAAAU8/qrjfehUPSWI/s1600-h/studying+bear.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 101px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SXs7sox2iPI/AAAAAAAAAU8/qrjfehUPSWI/s200/studying+bear.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294891424950946034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Studying of course!  A while back I was praying for some direction and thankfully, so many have prayed for me as well.   I know  this is suppose to be a good thing,  but I am very grateful to almost me done... looking like this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I just hadn't posted in a while and I wanted to talk about one of my real passions in life..... eating!!!! LOL.  Really I would post before and after pics if I had some after after pics to regain my dignity.  Alas, there are none yet so I have to let you in on a little secret.... I'm on a LIVIT..... what's that you say?  Well its like a Diet... except you do it to Live, so you change forever!!! :)  I have lost 4 lbs in record time and that's all I'm telling you about that!  Suffice it to say that my goal weight loss is exponentially higher than that by many times.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have some ideals on how I will do it and I am going to journal it.  But just not so YOU can see lol.   I really want to be ready for an active toddler (or teenager as my negative boyfriend seems to think she will be by the time she comes home!)  I used to run and I actually have a very good food palette. So I think I can combine the two and maybe get some positive results.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also wanted to take a moment to discuss my unnatural addiction to Ethiopian food.   Actually, my addiction to it has overtaken my addiction to Taco's!   LOL.   Basically if I hear the word Taco I then need to go home and cook them for dinner (I feel it coming on right now).  However if I SEE injera&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SXtH5cyMBbI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Ba8kyMHHX2M/s200/injera.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294904839208961458" /&gt;  then I start to crave it and if I see Doro wat, and lamb and all the other spicy fixins...&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SXtIQzBz25I/AAAAAAAAAVM/yQY9sA_1CsY/s200/ET+food+pick.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294905240317057938" /&gt; I have to run over to my favorite Ethiopian restaurant in the area &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tasteofethiopia.com/"&gt;Taste of Ethiopia&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and see my favorite proprietor Meskerem &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 81px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SXtJJJPv3rI/AAAAAAAAAVU/HffZu_VXq0M/s200/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294906208353771186" /&gt;.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that Ethiopian food is family style dining.   But the other day I couldn't help it and since I am unable to convince any of my friends to eat there with me.... I had to go alone!!!! That's right,  a whole table full of food for just ME!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which brings me full circle to my LIVIT.  And the end of this really stupid post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-7927422424854814364?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7927422424854814364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=7927422424854814364&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/7927422424854814364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/7927422424854814364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-have-you-been.html' title='Where have you been?'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SXs7sox2iPI/AAAAAAAAAU8/qrjfehUPSWI/s72-c/studying+bear.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-8486390361930642533</id><published>2009-01-10T18:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T18:59:12.377-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robbie Tolan'/><title type='text'>Its not class its RACE!!!!</title><content type='html'>2009.... Are we no further ahead? Despite our president elect.... Is America advancing or regressing or is it just again coming out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23-year-old son of former baseball star shot in his driveway by police officer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbie Tolan, a minor league baseballer, remains hospitalized with bullet in liver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family alleges racial profiling: "If these had been white kids, this does not happen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolan's father, Bobby, had a 15-year career in the majors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ygbaAqkgIY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ygbaAqkgIY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess he stole his own car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a blog about "happy thoughts" but I think its a relevant topic when bringing Black boys into this continuing climate of racism. Its minorities, Black and Hispanic... Our Ethiopian and Guatemalan "Princes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-8486390361930642533?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8486390361930642533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=8486390361930642533&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/8486390361930642533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/8486390361930642533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-not-class-its-race.html' title='Its not class its RACE!!!!'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-4084274675443026013</id><published>2009-01-07T23:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:38:10.445-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oscar grant'/><title type='text'>What is the value of a life?</title><content type='html'>22 years old.  A father.  Shot in the back while laying on his stomach, with the knee of an officer at his neck.  In front of hundreds of witnesses.  On the subway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not easy to watch.  It shouldn't be.  There is no reason.  There is no justification.  There is a child left without a father; a family struggling to figure it out; a company scrambling to justify it, a community trying to make sense of it, an attorney hoping to quantify it, a race praying to make it stop, a life lost.  Senselessly lost.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it make it easier to ignore it if you knew that he was fighting. That he was a convicted felon.  That he worked in the fast food industry. That he only has a GED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nXWSgG-KNng&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nXWSgG-KNng&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter that he is a Black man, and all of the officers were not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather... he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW Officer Johannes Mehserle is reported to be the officer that confused his taser with his hand gun. And one day after the  murder he became a proud father.  Hmm, what does one say to him. What would Sophina Mesa -- the mother of Oscar's daughter Tatiana say?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggled with writing about this.  Wonder if I'm just getting soft.  Cause I won't say what I want to say.  I'll just let it be inferred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-4084274675443026013?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4084274675443026013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=4084274675443026013&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/4084274675443026013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/4084274675443026013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-is-value-of-life.html' title='What is the value of a life?'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-3414012089244805706</id><published>2009-01-01T10:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:29:30.908-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 things'/><title type='text'>Welcome 2009</title><content type='html'>I wanted to reflect on where I am at this stage and my life as I get ready for the next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Started your own blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Played in a band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Been to Disneyland /world&lt;br /&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sang a solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Adopted a child - I'm trying!! I'm trying!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Taken a sick day when you're not ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon - &lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Taught yourself a new language -- sign language!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had enough money to be truly satisfied -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing -&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelos David&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. S&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;een Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had your portrait painted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt;54. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Started a business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;67. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bounced a check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;br /&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;73. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stood in Times Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;75. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Been fired from a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;78.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person -.&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;82. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bought a brand new car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating &lt;br /&gt;88. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had chickenpox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone's life&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;91. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Met someone famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Joined a book club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lost a loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;97. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Been involved in a law suit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Owned a cell phone &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;99. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Been stung by a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Read an entire book in one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am blessed to see this time in one year I hope to have done some of these things too.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Finish Law School&lt;br /&gt;2.  Start my own Real estate company&lt;br /&gt;3.  Of course --- Lose 50 lbs!&lt;br /&gt;4.  Travel to Ethiopia&lt;br /&gt;5.  See the Pyramids of Egypt&lt;br /&gt;6.  Finish my book&lt;br /&gt;7.  Grow my own herbs&lt;br /&gt;8.  Plan to attempt to do #'s17,18, 27, 44, 60,80.83,86, 94&lt;br /&gt;9.  See my daughter's face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine great things for 09!    I hope you have the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBBIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-3414012089244805706?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3414012089244805706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=3414012089244805706&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3414012089244805706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3414012089244805706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-2009.html' title='Welcome 2009'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-6176932459647351250</id><published>2008-12-23T00:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:25:05.418-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DWOB'/><title type='text'>Real meaning of Christmas</title><content type='html'>I know Christmas in America is about "getting".... its taught so young and as kids we ran to meet friends and family asking: "what did you get?".   With so many with so little at this time I am reminded that Christmas is about "giving".   Take the word in its literal form:  More Christ.   Lets be more like Christ and give...... many will not even know its Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is in Africa.  Again, dominating the world on the places with the greatest need.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://doctorswithoutborders.org/publications/topten/story.cfm?id=3237"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Check this out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Doctors Without Borders!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBBIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-6176932459647351250?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6176932459647351250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=6176932459647351250&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/6176932459647351250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/6176932459647351250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/real-meaning-of-christmas.html' title='Real meaning of Christmas'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-967669444414898787</id><published>2008-12-06T19:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T19:37:42.638-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/STsaycSRSSI/AAAAAAAAASk/8h5tSBNGMbo/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 89px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/STsaycSRSSI/AAAAAAAAASk/8h5tSBNGMbo/s200/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276840842283272482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams have been scary lately.  Completely weird and out of control.  Today I took my nap (yeah I need one everyday), and I dreamed that I was arrested for attempting to kill my best friends mom.... (she's already passed away).  She was in the hospital and I was coming to visit her and see how she was feeling and I was arrested IN the hospital.  Funny thing is that the police officer that came to arrest me was FINE and very pleasant (like this Detective I once dated... but better).  He was very kind to me and I asked him not to cuff me in the back because "my breast are so large and it makes me uncomfortable" lol.   He obliged and didn't cuff me at all.  I then told my best friend who was there with all of her sisters glaring at me (the sisters, not her) to watch my laptop and purse......  Just before this dream I segued out of someone's party that was apparently related to this same best friend and I kept getting this weird feeling that although all these ppl were there that someone was trying to rob the place.... and I was responsible for serving the cake.   So anyway back to the hospital thing.... so Officer Fine -Ass - Hell who told me politely that his name was James something something, took me to the station and I wanted to tell him I was a law student but I didn't.  When he got me to the station, I started "consciously" in my mind reciting phone numbers of ppl that have phones that accept collect calls.  I was trying to remember my friend Edwar's number, a newly minted attorney, as well as my sister's number.   The booking lady was very nice and she commented on my lovely ball gown (right... WTF)..... which was covered by Officer Fine - Ass -Hell's jacket, while she removed the handcuff which was just on one arm.  When Officer Fine-Ass-Hell left, the booking lady couldn't find her Miranda rights and asked a coworker for hers.   So I said, why am I being arrested?   And she opened a file and pulled out an absolutely horrible ring and said, that my best friend's sister had in fact informed the police that I tried to kill her mother to get this ring. We laughed (the booking lady, me and the Miranda reading coworker).  I really had to pee so I woke up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it unnerved me.  I fear jail.  I loathe thieves and I really love fine ass hell officers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just two nights before this, I dreamed that my two other best friends (Tanya and Kellae the Atlanta girls) were arrested for murdering Kellae's sister (also dead already), who's body was discovered after a really long period of time.  I obviously had knowledge of the murder and I was forced to be a party in the case despite me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knowing &lt;/span&gt;they had done it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through out the dream, I kept thinking about the #'s 9 and 20 and I kept saying:  You can't multiply them.  While my  conscience mind kept saying " you can multiply 9 times 20, you are great with math".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For years I used to record my dreams in a dream journal and try to analyze the recurring themes.  I have a great friend that (consequently he has lots of the contact with the police) but anyway, he is a great prophet (no really) and can dream and analyze things BEFORE they happen.  It's weird and I've never witnessed anything like that.  But honestly he can do it.  But he NEVER dreams about dead ppl... not ones that are dead at the time of the dream.  I'm afraid of asking him about this madness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay...... Yep, if the ET officials are reading this they are convinced that I am crazy.   But I'm not!  I promise!!!  Ask Officer Fine- Ass - Hell......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* so nice to have such close friends that you can share anything.  Since none of my pre-blog, pre-adoption friends read this, with whom I'd NEVER share this craziness with, then I am safe from them reading this.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-967669444414898787?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/967669444414898787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=967669444414898787&amp;isPopup=true' title='85 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/967669444414898787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/967669444414898787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/STsaycSRSSI/AAAAAAAAASk/8h5tSBNGMbo/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>85</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-4298135030125264902</id><published>2008-12-01T20:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:46:24.087-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world Aids day'/><title type='text'>World Aids Day</title><content type='html'>Adoption in sub saharan  Africa is grown primarily because of AIDS.  We are affected. Period.  I can't allow myself to selfishly believe that God is allowing this epidemic to grow for the purpose of me becoming a parent.  I am being allowed to adopt for the purpose of making change in the life of  a child and promoting change in the life of a country; and in my own country; and within my own race; in my own community.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please watch ALL OF US a documentary by an Ethiopian American doctor about women and AIDs and how the AIDS epidemic involving African American women and African women mirror each other so closely.  Imagine, a third world country and urban America.  Its on Showtime!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is an amazing documentary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-4298135030125264902?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4298135030125264902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=4298135030125264902&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/4298135030125264902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/4298135030125264902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/world-aids-day.html' title='World Aids Day'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-3232883801490360771</id><published>2008-11-28T09:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T11:11:31.865-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise them in advance'/><title type='text'>Blind Faith</title><content type='html'>I think everyone has heard some rendition of this story, I can't take credit for it, but I want to share it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A family that was short on cash and had no food in the house.  The family began&lt;br /&gt;to believe God to supply food for them that day.&lt;br /&gt;The husband came in the kitchen and told his wife to set the table.  She said,&lt;br /&gt;“Honey, we have no food!”  He told her to set the table anyway.  She reluctantly set the&lt;br /&gt;table with plates, glasses, spoons, forks, napkins, and everything.  She set the table just&lt;br /&gt;like she was about to serve a normal meal.&lt;br /&gt;The husband, wife, and their small son sat down at the table and looked at the&lt;br /&gt;empty plates.  The little boy was, of course, very hungry.  He looked at his dad and&lt;br /&gt;asked,  “What are we going to eat?”&lt;br /&gt;His father replied, “Son the Lord will take care of us, you’ll see.”&lt;br /&gt;The little boy asked the same question, several times, and received the same reply&lt;br /&gt;from his dad.  Soon, the little boy said, “I sure would love to have a chocolate pie.”&lt;br /&gt;Once again, his dad told him that the Lord would provide.  Just a few moments&lt;br /&gt;later, there was a knock on the door.  The father went to open the door and there was a&lt;br /&gt;man standing there with a basket of food.  He said, “My wife cooked too much food, and&lt;br /&gt;the Lord said for me to bring this basket to you.”&lt;br /&gt;When they opened the basket, they found chicken, mashed potatoes, corn, beans,&lt;br /&gt;and bread; and last of all, they removed a chocolate pie.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in our lives we have to trust God right down to the last second.  But&lt;br /&gt;God knows exactly how to take care of us.  He can provide exactly what we need.  He&lt;br /&gt;provides not only the meals we need, but He cares enough to send a chocolate pie to a&lt;br /&gt;little hungry boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;I know I have been quiet.  And I know I stopped my count down because I was given some news that caused me to feel disappointed and defeated.  But I was asked by a dear friend to keep counting.  Keep looking with anticipation and to "set the table".  (Thanks &lt;a href="http://www.lessycurls.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Celeste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;).  I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/revelation-38.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;posted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a few weeks ago about a really really challenging situation that I was enduring and I felt so much love and support from those that posted and prayed or prayed and didn't post.  I just knew I had more warriors standing beside me then I even knew possible.   I am so pleased to announce that my situation was resolved and although I was postponed a little I am back on track.  But this is the thing... that postponement actually worked so well within my life that everything else shifted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;into place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;I'm real big on analogies so let me say this.  I ran track in high school (and not one time since lol) and  runners know that everyone starts in their own lane at a different spot but the distance is the same.   Well, I was still on the track, I could see the finish line, but I was in the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wrong lane! &lt;/span&gt;God slowed me down and got me back on track!  Because trust me... you don't want to come in first and not be in the right lane.  That's right disqualified!   Thank you everyone for praying for me and with me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;So with that being said, and back by popular demand (ok, not really), I will continue to count.  Because although my adoption may be delayed, I have not been disqualified.  I don't know what's gonna happen when I get up there in the numbers lol.  Maybe I'll start counting old boyfriends, that will get me thru about 100 weeks!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I saw this on a friends page, and I just need to say, PRAISE HIM IN ADVANCE.   Because my daughter is coming home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q9Aw-9l_-0k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q9Aw-9l_-0k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL Robbin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-3232883801490360771?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3232883801490360771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=3232883801490360771&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3232883801490360771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3232883801490360771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/blind-faith.html' title='Blind Faith'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-5116181056693057359</id><published>2008-11-27T20:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:37:33.871-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we are the world'/><title type='text'>Oh Give Thanks</title><content type='html'>Hello Friends, I just wanted to stop in and give Thanksgiving wishes!  I have so much to be thankful for and I am reminded that this world wide web has put so much of the world within my reach.  I have met so many friends along the way and gained  knowledge that has helped to destroy the many myths perpetuated by the media.   I thought about this and wanted to share it, its a blast from the past but fitting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WmxT21uFRwM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WmxT21uFRwM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I am ever hopeful that single mother adoptions in Ethiopia will not be limited. I know that this is not in my hands (thank goodness cause I would surely mess it up) but I just have a real good feeling that something is gonna break......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-5116181056693057359?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5116181056693057359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=5116181056693057359&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/5116181056693057359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/5116181056693057359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-give-thanks.html' title='Oh Give Thanks'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-8372842835527152025</id><published>2008-11-20T22:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:17:51.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>"The sun will come out....tomorrow.  Betcha bottom dollar that... tomorrow.... there'll be sun!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the voice of Annie.  Our favorite orphan.  Who never lost hope!  And had some fun along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you EVERYONE that sent sweet words of encouragement.   I will blog about this soon as I know all the inside info.... in true Robbin Fashion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-8372842835527152025?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8372842835527152025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=8372842835527152025&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/8372842835527152025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/8372842835527152025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-8401955344185691836</id><published>2008-11-18T11:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:02:34.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption Postponed</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure how I will deal with how I am feeling right now...... There are no words.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 1 -- I shut down all my Yahoo groups.  Getting 100's of emails about adoption is more than I can endure.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-8401955344185691836?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8401955344185691836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=8401955344185691836&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/8401955344185691836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/8401955344185691836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/adoption-postponed.html' title='Adoption Postponed'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-1763974119344706664</id><published>2008-11-16T21:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:34:03.649-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='britax target'/><title type='text'>Get it while its hot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Somebody that I know was told by someone that they know that was told by their cousins aunt who heard that..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 106px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SSDXe_KJN3I/AAAAAAAAASU/T6nuJUPR2fE/s200/gossip.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269448491373508466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just kidding.   You know how I purchased my car seat a few months back and was so pleased about the deal I got on ebay?   ( I think I talked about it.... Britax, for 180.00 including shipping and retails for 250.00).  Well &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/b/ref=in_se_pagelist/183-8218593-2969363?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;node=13552231&amp;amp;pricerange=&amp;amp;index=tgt-mf-mv&amp;amp;field-browse=13552231&amp;amp;rank=pmrank&amp;amp;viewID=leaf&amp;amp;field-pricebin=&amp;amp;store=&amp;amp;rh=&amp;amp;page=2&amp;amp;fromBrowse=1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; trumps that deal by about 1000%!  And since I needed two car seats, I ran over and purchased another! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SSDXe2nLuuI/AAAAAAAAASc/ogi7UXUtOG4/s200/Britax+car+seat+%232+Target+42.00+.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269448489079388898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's right!  A Britax car seat for 42.00!!!!!!!!!!!  This is amazing, too good to be true and I am waiting on my, "April Fool's email".  In November.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I purchased mine and didn't have to get the "moo moo" one which is also a steal at 59.00.  And they both have free shipping..... no kidding.  Check it out for yourself !  I feel like I hit the lottery!!!  And it won't be here until December.  Until then, I will be keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 77px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SSDXep-bsiI/AAAAAAAAASM/QFTRWdaiJQM/s200/fingers+crossed.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269448485687243298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-1763974119344706664?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1763974119344706664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=1763974119344706664&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/1763974119344706664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/1763974119344706664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/get-it-while-its-hot.html' title='Get it while its hot!'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SSDXe_KJN3I/AAAAAAAAASU/T6nuJUPR2fE/s72-c/gossip.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-2564020647589306037</id><published>2008-11-15T20:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:50:05.791-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week 19'/><title type='text'>OOPS Week 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SR98G9f8E0I/AAAAAAAAASE/gVaJVKQZcTQ/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SR98G9f8E0I/AAAAAAAAASE/gVaJVKQZcTQ/s200/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269066548076352322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry to all those "blog-reader-people"   I cheated.  Its week 19!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-2564020647589306037?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2564020647589306037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=2564020647589306037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/2564020647589306037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/2564020647589306037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/oops-week-19.html' title='OOPS Week 19'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SR98G9f8E0I/AAAAAAAAASE/gVaJVKQZcTQ/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-3434010240096349060</id><published>2008-11-11T22:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:52:50.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I really don't think life is about the I-could-have-beens. Life is only about the I-tried-to-do. I don't mind the failure but I can't imagine that I'd forgive myself if I didn't try.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nikki Giovanni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adoption  will test your patience, will, commitment, tenacity and faith.  But you learn so much along the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-3434010240096349060?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3434010240096349060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=3434010240096349060&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3434010240096349060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3434010240096349060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-6087045602248838031</id><published>2008-11-10T11:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:19:00.416-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week 18'/><title type='text'>Age 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few of my pictures from graduation day.   I am with my friend Kellae who's wedding I went to &lt;a href="http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/09/home-from-atlanta-and-miscellaneous.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Unfortunately, my grandmother had passed away on prom night and so I was whisked off from graduation and off to Louisiana for her funeral so I didn't really get to spend any time with my graduating friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SRhfRyQ48SI/AAAAAAAAARs/qN5SlFAMNJ8/s200/graduation+with+Kellae.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267064523364823330" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lived in a small town and so they came up with this great ideal of combining both the graduation from both schools together.  This is my cousin Tanisha who graduated from the other school.  ALL of my friends attended the other school so I was excited to be with the ppl I better connected to.  To this day, I definitely am closer to the students at the other school and participate in far more alumni events with them.  Because my super popular brother was at the other school ppl for some reason thought I attended there as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SRhfW9vNEnI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HuBaWVAg470/s200/Grad+pic+with+Tanisha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267064612344107634" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-6087045602248838031?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6087045602248838031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=6087045602248838031&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/6087045602248838031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/6087045602248838031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/age-18.html' title='Age 18'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SRhfRyQ48SI/AAAAAAAAARs/qN5SlFAMNJ8/s72-c/graduation+with+Kellae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-1614775387802303784</id><published>2008-11-09T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:17:06.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oops Sunday post</title><content type='html'>My Sunday post didn't come up on Sunday it came on Saturday, because I tried to auto post.  Sorry blogger reader ppl, this is another post about NOTHING!!!!!  Just trying to keep up with the Blog post month thingy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-1614775387802303784?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1614775387802303784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=1614775387802303784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/1614775387802303784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/1614775387802303784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/oops-sunday-post.html' title='oops Sunday post'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-4998309151499107756</id><published>2008-11-08T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:20:22.711-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week 18'/><title type='text'>Week 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SRdiE8Xc7fI/AAAAAAAAARg/tgl0-1ykdGk/s1600-h/number+18.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SRdiE8Xc7fI/AAAAAAAAARg/tgl0-1ykdGk/s200/number+18.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266786126296575474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-4998309151499107756?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4998309151499107756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=4998309151499107756&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/4998309151499107756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/4998309151499107756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/week-18.html' title='Week 18'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SRdiE8Xc7fI/AAAAAAAAARg/tgl0-1ykdGk/s72-c/number+18.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-3058685453190183619</id><published>2008-11-07T14:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:54:23.984-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior pics'/><title type='text'>Senior pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SRSb0KCkIII/AAAAAAAAARY/mbQ6g3_7rik/s1600-h/senior+pic+jeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 169px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SRSb0KCkIII/AAAAAAAAARY/mbQ6g3_7rik/s200/senior+pic+jeans.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266005184653566082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SRSbE0YfCiI/AAAAAAAAARQ/eH0qWyjQIuQ/s1600-h/senior+pic+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SRSbE0YfCiI/AAAAAAAAARQ/eH0qWyjQIuQ/s200/senior+pic+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266004371386075682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SRSbASpoD9I/AAAAAAAAARI/SFJm86V8fcs/s1600-h/senior+pic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SRSbASpoD9I/AAAAAAAAARI/SFJm86V8fcs/s200/senior+pic+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266004293611687890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SRSa8P2FQiI/AAAAAAAAARA/mBMo0KDnWbs/s1600-h/senior+pic+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SRSa8P2FQiI/AAAAAAAAARA/mBMo0KDnWbs/s200/senior+pic+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266004224139149858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, these are some of my many several hundred dollars worth of senior proofs.   Clearly my mother allowed me way to much latitude.  When I looked at the nearly 50 proofs in my book I just had to crack up.  My mother believed in independence.  I picked my own outfits, my own picture package and went to take my pictures ALONE.  So I even have one with my boyfriend.... the same guy in the prom pics.  The jean picture is sporting the famous airbrush of the 90's lol.  Said boyfriend was the artist and on the butt section was both of his hands and it said "hands off".  Right.......  Thank goodness I don't have that in my senior pics.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-3058685453190183619?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3058685453190183619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=3058685453190183619&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3058685453190183619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3058685453190183619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/senior-pictures.html' title='Senior pictures'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SRSb0KCkIII/AAAAAAAAARY/mbQ6g3_7rik/s72-c/senior+pic+jeans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-2027935341015423776</id><published>2008-11-07T14:35:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:43:46.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Age 17 Pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SRSZMBHl8RI/AAAAAAAAAQg/LesLHJjsstw/s1600-h/cap+and+gown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SRSZMBHl8RI/AAAAAAAAAQg/LesLHJjsstw/s200/cap+and+gown.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266002296040714514" /&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SRSZMBHl8RI/AAAAAAAAAQg/LesLHJjsstw/s1600-h/cap+and+gown.jpg"&gt;Of course&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SRSZMBHl8RI/AAAAAAAAAQg/LesLHJjsstw/s1600-h/cap+and+gown.jpg"&gt; this is taken at the beginning of my senior year hence 17! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SRSYsHV1UFI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/AsAW7RDi3e8/s1600-h/prom+pic+with+Ray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SRSYsHV1UFI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/AsAW7RDi3e8/s200/prom+pic+with+Ray.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266001747955241042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My date&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SRSZw9OWnYI/AAAAAAAAAQw/0viXkUY2ETY/s200/robbin+17a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266002930650488194" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-2027935341015423776?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2027935341015423776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=2027935341015423776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/2027935341015423776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/2027935341015423776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/age-17-pics.html' title='Age 17 Pics!'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SRSZMBHl8RI/AAAAAAAAAQg/LesLHJjsstw/s72-c/cap+and+gown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-3643911480287264624</id><published>2008-11-06T19:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:42:44.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics Coming!</title><content type='html'>Because I was suppose to scan my graduation photos and I didn't I have to just type something!!! Cause remember I'm taking the blog challenge.   So here it is.  Today was beautiful in Michigan.  About 70 degrees!  My super sweet mom put even more lights outside for me so that I can have a well lit yard... like my neighbors.   So maybe I can capture a picture of that..... &lt;div&gt;Hmm.  I'm bored too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-3643911480287264624?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3643911480287264624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=3643911480287264624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3643911480287264624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3643911480287264624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/pics-coming.html' title='Pics Coming!'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-283257543689484839</id><published>2008-11-05T10:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:17:24.091-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nas'/><title type='text'>Well Tupac.....Now we are!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Nlv8jufxd8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Nlv8jufxd8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NAS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's the black pres thinking on election night,&lt;br /&gt;Is it how can i protect my life? Protect my wife? Protect my rights?&lt;br /&gt;Every other president was nothing less than white,&lt;br /&gt;Except Thomas Jefferson a mixed Indian blood and Calvin Coolidge,&lt;br /&gt;Kkk is like what the fu*k, loading they guns up, loading up mines to,&lt;br /&gt;Ready to ride coz I'm riding with my crew, he dies we die too,&lt;br /&gt;Yea but on a positive side, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i think Obama provides hope,&lt;br /&gt;And challenges minds or all races and colours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To erase hate, and try to love one another, so many political snakes,&lt;br /&gt;We in need of a break, I'm thinking I can trust this brother,&lt;br /&gt;But will he keep it way real, every innocent nigga in jail get shot up in the field?&lt;br /&gt;When he wins will he really care still? I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES WE CAN!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL   Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-283257543689484839?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/283257543689484839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=283257543689484839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/283257543689484839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/283257543689484839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-tupacnow-we-are.html' title='Well Tupac.....Now we are!'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-4642645203395172058</id><published>2008-11-04T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:06:12.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red or Blue?</title><content type='html'>Tonight's the night!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-4642645203395172058?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4642645203395172058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=4642645203395172058&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/4642645203395172058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/4642645203395172058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/red-or-blue.html' title='Red or Blue?'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-730644229841018897</id><published>2008-11-03T10:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:10:10.883-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week 17'/><title type='text'>Age 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SQ8Tp_8LP7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/3DbBaD-8rPI/s1600-h/robbin+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SQ8Tp_8LP7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/3DbBaD-8rPI/s200/robbin+17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264448101678792626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I think I have quite a few pictures from this age, so I will do them a little at a time to cover my post from "yesterday!".   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my PROM picture.   My lovely dress was $50.00 from Alvyn's Bridal shop and my shoes were $100.00 from Ganto's  (remember them!)   I still have my dress and when I can fit a size 4 again, I will wear it again!  I WILL wear it AGAIN!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL   Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-730644229841018897?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/730644229841018897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=730644229841018897&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/730644229841018897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/730644229841018897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/age-17.html' title='Age 17'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SQ8Tp_8LP7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/3DbBaD-8rPI/s72-c/robbin+17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-317099620217332092</id><published>2008-11-02T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:06:04.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>National Blog Posting Month</title><content type='html'>Okay, here is my post for the day.  I don't know about being able to do this every day.  At least I can back date and therefore cheat my way thru the already voluntary exercise :(  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL   ROBBIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-317099620217332092?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/317099620217332092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=317099620217332092&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/317099620217332092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/317099620217332092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/national-blog-posting-month.html' title='National Blog Posting Month'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-8486146927855999370</id><published>2008-11-01T15:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:04:05.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops Week 16 pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SQyoGBpC0yI/AAAAAAAAAQA/4w_0OQFA6Ts/s1600-h/10th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SQyoGBpC0yI/AAAAAAAAAQA/4w_0OQFA6Ts/s200/10th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263766885962535714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of my major breakdown, I forgot to put this out there!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-8486146927855999370?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8486146927855999370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=8486146927855999370&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/8486146927855999370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/8486146927855999370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/oops-week-16-pictures.html' title='Oops Week 16 pictures'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SQyoGBpC0yI/AAAAAAAAAQA/4w_0OQFA6Ts/s72-c/10th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-3586606538119505624</id><published>2008-11-01T14:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:01:26.585-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week 17'/><title type='text'>week 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SQynIZljRcI/AAAAAAAAAP4/XK_kfRW5LEg/s1600-h/number+17.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 106px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SQynIZljRcI/AAAAAAAAAP4/XK_kfRW5LEg/s200/number+17.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263765827238446530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  this picture reflects how I feel as the time passes.   Almost like a robot.  No emotions.  Just passing thru the motions.  Just waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-3586606538119505624?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3586606538119505624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=3586606538119505624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3586606538119505624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3586606538119505624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/week-17.html' title='week 17'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SQynIZljRcI/AAAAAAAAAP4/XK_kfRW5LEg/s72-c/number+17.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-2083427135102936959</id><published>2008-10-29T00:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T01:42:24.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation 3:8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know your deeds.  See, I have placed before you an open door that no one can shut.  I know that you have little strength, yet you have kept my word and have not denied my name.  (NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;My friends, you may have noticed that my post have been limited to the count down and my pictures.  One of my friends in Texas is a reader of my blog and she asked me to PLEASE write a decent post.  I realized that I am just waiting... waiting .... waiting.....   And I have been quiet.  Very quiet.   I have been struggling with some very scary life events.  Situations that good or bad can be hurtful, disappointing, and embarrassing.  I have been quiet for the fear that if I open my mouth I will be unable to find my voice.  To explain. To ask for forgiveness. To ask for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2008 has been a doozy!   Anyone close to me knows that I have hidden my head in the sand refusing to deal with some very hurtful acts of betrayal.  But, with the prayers of some very close friends and some very wise strangers, I moved into a different phase of my life.  I moved forward in my dreams to become a mommy.  I know many people were shocked when I made this decision, but I thank God that EVERYONE close to me has accepted and are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excited &lt;/span&gt;about where I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, although God holds our future, and knows what will become, we are given freewill and are actions, inactions and reactions will have consequences.   Despite God's greatest hopes for us to seek his face and follow him and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;allow &lt;/span&gt;him to direct our paths, often we take our own route.  And for that we will have consequences.   If only we could say "Lord, I'm sorry, my bad...." and all of the repercussions would be erased, wouldn't that be magnificent?  What I do know is that no matter what... it will all turn out for good, according to God's purpose and plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the coming days, I am faced with the repercussions of my own actions, inactions, and reactions.  There was a point where I had given up and things were left uncared for and unresolved.  It has put in jeopardy somethings that I worked hard to achieve.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a very talkative person, and I have rarely met a stranger.  I had the opportunity to have two completely different conversations recently that made an impact on my outlook.   The first conversation happened when I changed my insurance policy.  The agent that helped me was as chatty as me and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;witty.  He kept me on the phone for 2 HOURS!   And somewhere in there I decided to share with him a secret that I have not shared with many people.  I don't have any ideal why.  I also shared with him that I was adopting a child.  Well later on in another conversation, the same guy was teasing me about my secret and I was pretty down about it and he told me that my future was already set and that I had to have endurance because "endurance is when the competition gives up and you are competing against yourself."   It was just what I needed to hear.  It just amazes me that God brings ppl in your life to be ready and in place to give you the motivation to keep moving forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second conversation was with a girl that called about renting a property that I own.   Now the Michigan market is horrible and some landlords will rent to anybody.   I am blessed with a family that is very supportive of my ventures and I have been able to be more picky.  It hasn't been the most financially satisfying decision but it has been a well thought out one.  Anyway, so this girl starts telling me her story and I know almost immediately that I would not be able to rent to her.  But her name sounded familiar and I asked her if she knew me and although she didn't recognize my name, I knew who she was and she was actually a friend of mine in elementary.  I remember as a little girl that she had a really hard life so when she told me her story sadly it wasn't much different from what I expected.  She started to tell me why she was moving and how her landlord was going into foreclosure and yet still collecting rent and had filed for a money judgment against her in court.  I work as an extern in the court and I gave her detailed instructions on how to get back in front of the judge to resolve her situation.  She seemed grateful and shared with me that she was a single mom to 3 children but fighting to take custody of her 20 year old sister's infant twin sons.   Her sister had 6 children, the first died of SIDs and the others are 5, 3, 1 and the twin 2 month old boys.  They are now in foster care because of some injuries to the 5 year old.  The young lady works as a manager at KFC and had a very tight budget but yet she wanted desperately to try to get her nephews out of the system.  I was amazed by her tenacity.  I ended the conversation with the resolve that I will use my gifts to help others.  I will remember to speak for those that are ignored not because of what they say but how they say it.   I was challenged by her.  And I was reminded of my own struggle, to find my own tenacity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the coming days I am struggling with remembering that God holds my fate.  That God determines my path.  I must remind myself that he is the ultimate decision maker and what others may perceive as an opportunity to shut a door is NOTHING because God opened the door.   I must remind myself that my gifts are to be used to help others.  And that they will not be taken from me because they were given to me by God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I wake up in the middle of the night, afraid of what awaits me, I must remind myself that God has told me to fear not.  For each and every day, he has told me to FEAR NOT.  And it appears 365 times in the Bible.   Once for each day.  How magnificent is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Its been a long time since I reached out  and I apologize if this post seem coded.   I ask all of my friends that read this to please pray with me and for me, that my situation will be settled in the coming days.  And that I remember to FEAR NOT.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-2083427135102936959?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2083427135102936959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=2083427135102936959&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/2083427135102936959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/2083427135102936959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/revelation-38.html' title='Revelation 3:8'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-2321941343283730452</id><published>2008-10-25T10:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T11:02:08.274-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week 16'/><title type='text'>Week 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SQM0yulReTI/AAAAAAAAAPw/8W2y7QYWJkM/s1600-h/number+16.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 108px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SQM0yulReTI/AAAAAAAAAPw/8W2y7QYWJkM/s200/number+16.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261106835801340210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONTH 4!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough said!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL  Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-2321941343283730452?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2321941343283730452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=2321941343283730452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/2321941343283730452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/2321941343283730452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/week-16.html' title='Week 16'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SQM0yulReTI/AAAAAAAAAPw/8W2y7QYWJkM/s72-c/number+16.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-2485058947696310007</id><published>2008-10-21T10:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T10:48:03.920-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age 15'/><title type='text'>Age 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SP3q-lSQQmI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LWdhtC0tSVA/s1600-h/Robbin+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SP3q-lSQQmI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LWdhtC0tSVA/s200/Robbin+15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259618300720071266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SP3q_GsX6EI/AAAAAAAAAPo/76pkrM2LmLw/s1600-h/10th+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SP3q_GsX6EI/AAAAAAAAAPo/76pkrM2LmLw/s200/10th+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259618309687994434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I got very few comments on the last year maybe because the pics were so hard to see or maybe cause I'm getting cuter (yes that's a word) and ya'll stopped laughing lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The top picture was my first date with my first boyfriend... yes I was fast.  I went to church with his family.  And the second pic was a typical Robbin glamour shot!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe if my referral comes soon then I can start a new parade of something else!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&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/7164586283261437549-2485058947696310007?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2485058947696310007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=2485058947696310007&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/2485058947696310007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/2485058947696310007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/age-15.html' title='Age 15'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SP3q-lSQQmI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LWdhtC0tSVA/s72-c/Robbin+15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-7856422254973822632</id><published>2008-10-18T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:23:46.735-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week 15'/><title type='text'>Week 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SPvrmxudSLI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VRENIrTs0aM/s1600-h/number+15.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SPvrmxudSLI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VRENIrTs0aM/s200/number+15.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259056041300936882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-7856422254973822632?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7856422254973822632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=7856422254973822632&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/7856422254973822632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/7856422254973822632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/week-15.html' title='Week 15'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SPvrmxudSLI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VRENIrTs0aM/s72-c/number+15.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-8627872962626032733</id><published>2008-10-15T19:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:33:19.207-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week 14'/><title type='text'>Age 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SPZ5xZO3bMI/AAAAAAAAAPI/rfA_yPon5Ds/s1600-h/Robbin+10c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SPZ5xZO3bMI/AAAAAAAAAPI/rfA_yPon5Ds/s200/Robbin+10c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257523504495422658" /&gt; Graduation from 8th grade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SPZ5x0kg8KI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/yAFUyL06vx0/s1600-h/Robbin+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SPZ5x0kg8KI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/yAFUyL06vx0/s200/Robbin+14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257523511833981090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my cousin Cheryl.  Sorry.... that's me in the pants!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These aren't the best photos but I have to locate my class pic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-8627872962626032733?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8627872962626032733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=8627872962626032733&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/8627872962626032733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/8627872962626032733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/age-14.html' title='Age 14'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SPZ5xZO3bMI/AAAAAAAAAPI/rfA_yPon5Ds/s72-c/Robbin+10c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-6225157816473117352</id><published>2008-10-14T01:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T02:19:37.789-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual baby'/><title type='text'>Virtual Baby</title><content type='html'>Apparently there is some discussion going on on the list about VW and Brooke Shields making an "offensive" ad.  I guess I just didn't get as offended as many.  In the really (extremely) long ad spot on the VW website which is obviously intended as a spoof similar to SNL skit, Brooke says something about ppl "cyber adopting" for the purpose of being able to drive this minivan.  And what appears to be two white women remove what appears to be an asian baby from the minivan.  Some on the list have said that it was "hurtful".  I thought it was kind of stupid, but I wasn't offended.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You &lt;a href="http://www.vw.com/routan/en/us/#/video/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it and decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what I did love is that I was able to have me a virtual-baby, with anyone that I want.  So I called my Baby daddy... Hill &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SPQ4n3xxqFI/AAAAAAAAAPA/wXUT2cgWfMc/s200/hill-harper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256888922686990418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he agreed!!!   So here is our little one!!!    Isn't&lt;a href="http://www.vw.com/vwhype/babymaker/en/us/?mId=28320039"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cute?  (Kind of weird huh?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you want to have your own little one, check it out &lt;a href="http://www.vw.com/vwhype/babymaker/en/us/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!  And please, let shoot me a picture.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL  Robbin&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-6225157816473117352?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6225157816473117352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=6225157816473117352&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/6225157816473117352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/6225157816473117352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/virtual-baby.html' title='Virtual Baby'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SPQ4n3xxqFI/AAAAAAAAAPA/wXUT2cgWfMc/s72-c/hill-harper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-1493638968367913973</id><published>2008-10-11T12:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T12:21:09.829-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week 14'/><title type='text'>Week 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SPDQ0S0iDiI/AAAAAAAAAOw/9ig4bpqm2iA/s1600-h/number+14.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SPDQ0S0iDiI/AAAAAAAAAOw/9ig4bpqm2iA/s400/number+14.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255930361965317666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time keeps on ticking ticking ticking.... into the future!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-1493638968367913973?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1493638968367913973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=1493638968367913973&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/1493638968367913973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/1493638968367913973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/week-14.html' title='Week 14'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SPDQ0S0iDiI/AAAAAAAAAOw/9ig4bpqm2iA/s72-c/number+14.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-2599365874875304664</id><published>2008-10-08T13:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:17:06.469-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8th grade'/><title type='text'>What can I say.... 8th grade and I can't even blame my mom for this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SOzqEiGBbaI/AAAAAAAAAOY/gqZi0NAEjHg/s1600-h/8th+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SOzqEiGBbaI/AAAAAAAAAOY/gqZi0NAEjHg/s400/8th+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254832228826967458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SOzqEoqS6SI/AAAAAAAAAOg/WwFUgPcR6LU/s1600-h/8th+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SOzqEoqS6SI/AAAAAAAAAOg/WwFUgPcR6LU/s400/8th+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254832230589720866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SOzqE91feoI/AAAAAAAAAOo/DMiZ7bulG48/s1600-h/8th+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SOzqE91feoI/AAAAAAAAAOo/DMiZ7bulG48/s400/8th+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254832236273826434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Words can't really express this travesty.  LOL, I picked my own outfits and backdrops.   I take no responsibility for the hair.  I should not have been allowed to admire Grace Jones  lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL  Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-2599365874875304664?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2599365874875304664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=2599365874875304664&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/2599365874875304664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/2599365874875304664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-can-i-say-8th-grade-and-i-cant.html' title='What can I say.... 8th grade and I can&apos;t even blame my mom for this!'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SOzqEiGBbaI/AAAAAAAAAOY/gqZi0NAEjHg/s72-c/8th+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-7130877053180136136</id><published>2008-10-05T01:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T01:46:38.581-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week 13'/><title type='text'>Week 13</title><content type='html'>I was wondering if I could just skip week 13 the same way that elevators skip floor 13 and then I could just skip to week 14?  Whaddaya think?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SOhUk7VkMXI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KTB0-R5BzNg/s400/floor+13.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253541958707851634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TTYL  Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-7130877053180136136?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7130877053180136136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=7130877053180136136&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/7130877053180136136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/7130877053180136136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/week-13.html' title='Week 13'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SOhUk7VkMXI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KTB0-R5BzNg/s72-c/floor+13.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-6894455933332212900</id><published>2008-10-04T05:11:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T05:48:28.604-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>TAGGED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SOc49SlEBKI/AAAAAAAAAOI/s2tfOGyFe3o/s1600-h/tag.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SOc49SlEBKI/AAAAAAAAAOI/s2tfOGyFe3o/s400/tag.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253230115961439394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay I've been tagged!  Unlike most sane folks, I actually WANTED to get tagged and I've been secretly coveting an invitation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://torussia-withlove.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Amy  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I am now officially a blogger! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So here goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 Random Things About ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.    I eat hummus just about EVERY day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.    I love to read --  anything and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.   I enjoy cooking and I bake cakes from scratch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.   Both my mother and my father have 11 brothers and sisters EACH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.   I CANNOT wash dishes.  I mean really!  Its just bad (especially considering # 3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.   I have to have a different glass EVERYTIME I get something to drink -- Thank goodness I have a dishwasher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so of course I get to "pay it forward" and tag me some other folks, here are the rules&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Link to the person that tagged you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Post the rules on the blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Write six random facts about yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Tag six people at the end of your post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  Let each person know they have been tagged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  Let the taggers know when your entry is up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I tag the following people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.)  &lt;a href="http://www.lessycurls.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Celeste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-- Fellow PAP and great new friend.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.)  &lt;a href="http://tami-borninmyheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -- Because her blog is hilarious and she inspired me to blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.)  &lt;a href="http://tothemotherland.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Laura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -- Because her life is so darn interesting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.journeytofamily.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Julie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -- Because I love her wit and humor (is that the same thing?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.witheyeslikemine.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.witheyeslikemine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Valerie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- Because I'm interested to see what she will share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.) &lt;a href="http://trice-waitingforeden.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Trice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -- Because she is a new blogger and I want to break her in early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more rule for my fellow Taggers.  You have to post a baby picture of yourself at the top of your post, because I shouldn't be humiliated by myself!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-6894455933332212900?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6894455933332212900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=6894455933332212900&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/6894455933332212900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/6894455933332212900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged.html' title='TAGGED'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SOc49SlEBKI/AAAAAAAAAOI/s2tfOGyFe3o/s72-c/tag.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-2566756384498987680</id><published>2008-10-02T21:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:07:01.930-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grade 6'/><title type='text'>Age 12 - Glamour shot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SOV-N4oTcvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/8nNk76k9plw/s1600-h/6th+grade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SOV-N4oTcvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/8nNk76k9plw/s400/6th+grade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252743317402383090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, I had to put this glamour shot of me with my flute!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-2566756384498987680?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2566756384498987680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=2566756384498987680&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/2566756384498987680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/2566756384498987680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/age-12-glamour-shot.html' title='Age 12 - Glamour shot!'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SOV-N4oTcvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/8nNk76k9plw/s72-c/6th+grade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-2085727479378424609</id><published>2008-10-02T21:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:54:46.943-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6th grade'/><title type='text'>SORRY!!!!!  Age 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SOV7WA9Y4OI/AAAAAAAAAN4/vx4KyFBFzwc/s1600-h/7th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SOV7WA9Y4OI/AAAAAAAAAN4/vx4KyFBFzwc/s400/7th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252740158542373090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that much sleep is loss of these pics, but they just don't seem to get any better so I will continue my self-inflicted abuse!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-2085727479378424609?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2085727479378424609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=2085727479378424609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/2085727479378424609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/2085727479378424609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/sorry-age-12.html' title='SORRY!!!!!  Age 12'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SOV7WA9Y4OI/AAAAAAAAAN4/vx4KyFBFzwc/s72-c/7th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-7106460518359758708</id><published>2008-09-28T15:01:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T15:35:39.343-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stroller'/><title type='text'>I bought a stroller!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://tami-borninmyheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for sending me to &lt;a href="https://www.mamabargains.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;mamabargaincom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   I am sure I didn't need to buy anything, I've spent so much on &lt;a href="http://www.ebay.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that I can no longer account for the packages arriving at the door.  I have purchased all of my big ticket item, except my biggest ticket item -- Nursery furniture!   I am hoping Grandma will want to buy that.   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I digress.   I haven't done as much research on strollers as I did on the high chair, but I did know that this time, I wasn't asking any of my friends for their opinions!   I knew that I wanted it to be able to move easily over smooth surfaces and rough surfaces.  I doubt that I needed off roading or all-terrain because clearly, I will not be doing much of that :).  I also wanted something that wasn't too bulky, lightweight and easy to maneuver with ONE hand and thanks to the advice of Christina, it needs to fold UP to me.  I guess it is stupid that most strollers you collapse and it falls to the ground.  So now you have baby in hand and you are trying to bend over and balance the baby while lifting it up.  Of course I wasn't looking for the most expensive but not the cheapest either.  I wanted something durable that would work for more than one year.  I had really been eyeing the Maclaren strollers.  They seem to be the most popular, lightweight, umbrella step-up.    And it really is a NAME BRAND umbrella stroller.  For $100.00 plus.  I knew I didn't want the old school style all in one with ducks and stuff.  I really wanted cup holders Somewhere!  And lets face it.  Ya'll know by now, I want it to not look "baby".  So there were a lot of choices with fabulous colors, features, material and of course nice hefty price tags.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So back to mamabargains.com, this place is great, one item a couple times a day for at least half off and these are things you didn't even KNOW you needed  LOL.   So that's where I found it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Micralite Fast Fold. Yes I got the red.   It has many of the features I needed and many that I wanted that I didn't get, but this was really a souped up umbrella stroller on steroids.  Its not bulky at all.  Mine came with the bassinet that you see but I don't expect to get much use out of it.  However its a good alternative to a cradle for the little one.   It retails at $529.  And I got it for $238!   Yep I'm crazy.  I like it and now that's on e more thing off of my list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SN_aZ3EWPkI/AAAAAAAAANg/5MQ84dRt8Ls/s400/micralite+fast+fold+238+mamabargains.com.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251155828351057474" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SN_aZzRtn1I/AAAAAAAAANo/MNmffE_Hc5A/s400/micralite+newborn+system.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251155827333373778" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SN_aZ9a38mI/AAAAAAAAANw/_IGCcz0Z__4/s400/micralite+folded+view.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251155830056153698" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tell me what you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TTYL  Robbin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-7106460518359758708?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7106460518359758708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=7106460518359758708&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/7106460518359758708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/7106460518359758708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-bought-stroller.html' title='I bought a stroller!'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SN_aZ3EWPkI/AAAAAAAAANg/5MQ84dRt8Ls/s72-c/micralite+fast+fold+238+mamabargains.com.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-6000120834065770827</id><published>2008-09-27T14:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:34:57.132-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='12'/><title type='text'>WEEK 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SN_OAOZ59kI/AAAAAAAAANY/kGyVeKQUEpo/s1600-h/number+12.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SN_OAOZ59kI/AAAAAAAAANY/kGyVeKQUEpo/s400/number+12.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251142193799362114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay well this is it!  I have entered the&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SN_M5RepWqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/hxyLEoXI5do/s400/window.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251140974853839522" /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My agency is quoting 3-5 months as a wait time for a referral.  I am making great strides on the unofficial list.  I have made some big decisions regarding my future career and my education.  Some by choice, some not.  But none the less I believe that everything happens the way it is supposed to.  I believe we all have free will and that although our choices may chose the path, what awaits us at the end is not decided by us.   I am okay with the "postponement" of things and I am ready to get my little girl home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL Robbin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-6000120834065770827?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6000120834065770827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=6000120834065770827&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/6000120834065770827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/6000120834065770827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/09/week-12.html' title='WEEK 12'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SN_OAOZ59kI/AAAAAAAAANY/kGyVeKQUEpo/s72-c/number+12.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-3389874355572059867</id><published>2008-09-22T10:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:10:24.064-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week 11'/><title type='text'>11 years old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SNem37W5LPI/AAAAAAAAANA/lGzdyVqAxBM/s1600-h/Robbin+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SNem37W5LPI/AAAAAAAAANA/lGzdyVqAxBM/s400/Robbin+11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248847370480332018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Off to junior high!  I think that I was able to actually pick my own clothes and hair.  But I don't think it got much better.  I have to find some middle school class pictures to excite everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL  Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-3389874355572059867?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3389874355572059867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=3389874355572059867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3389874355572059867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3389874355572059867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/09/11-years-old.html' title='11 years old'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SNem37W5LPI/AAAAAAAAANA/lGzdyVqAxBM/s72-c/Robbin+11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-6834126391549907256</id><published>2008-09-20T17:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T17:30:41.233-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week 11'/><title type='text'>Week 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SNVrazMseXI/AAAAAAAAAM4/9JFYcizLJsg/s1600-h/number+11.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SNVrazMseXI/AAAAAAAAAM4/9JFYcizLJsg/s400/number+11.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248219048934406514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow..... its all I can say.  Time moves forward.  Its what happens.... We have no control of it.  If I continue to do the things I'm scheduled to do... time will just pass.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-6834126391549907256?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6834126391549907256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=6834126391549907256&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/6834126391549907256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/6834126391549907256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/09/week-11.html' title='Week 11'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SNVrazMseXI/AAAAAAAAAM4/9JFYcizLJsg/s72-c/number+11.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-4100103573682640900</id><published>2008-09-15T18:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T18:20:24.592-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10'/><title type='text'>Age 10 -- I don't know what to say!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SM7fXctVicI/AAAAAAAAAMw/QShjQ48fUgc/s1600-h/robbin+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SM7fXctVicI/AAAAAAAAAMw/QShjQ48fUgc/s400/robbin+10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246376209869539778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-4100103573682640900?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4100103573682640900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=4100103573682640900&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/4100103573682640900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/4100103573682640900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/09/age-10-i-dont-know-what-to-say.html' title='Age 10 -- I don&apos;t know what to say!'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SM7fXctVicI/AAAAAAAAAMw/QShjQ48fUgc/s72-c/robbin+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-7248928236232467561</id><published>2008-09-14T14:21:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:23:38.038-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='svan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kellae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dr brown'/><title type='text'>Home from Atlanta and miscellaneous happenings</title><content type='html'>This weekend I went to the wedding of my good friend Kellae to her extra wonderful new husband Kakra G.  So I wanted to post a picture of the event.  It was at the beautiful Rhodes Hall on Peachtree, and it was a sunset wedding so please forgive the dark pic!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SM1W9vWY2iI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Vy7sBsF4Xuc/s400/Kellae+and+Kakra.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245944759638874658" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I came home to lots of packages!  I've been ebaying (yes its a verb), and I got some good deals.  I got about 10 Dr. Brown glass bottles, about 5 BPA free bottles, and about 10 Playtex drop in bottles.  I plan on using the playtex while in ET and transitioning over to the Dr. Brown's after I get home.  I also bought a cute diaper bag from &lt;a href="http://www.potterybarnkids.com/index.cfm?cm_type=gnav"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Pottery Barn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and a little tennis dress.   here is a picture of the bag mine is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;mint green&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SM1adQigyvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/rOCxXHEM2eY/s400/pottery+barn+diaper+bag+and+toiletry+bag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245948599658924786" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And most importantly I got the &lt;a href="http://www.svan.com/index.php?type=view&amp;amp;pk=5&amp;amp;pk_language=17"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SVAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; baby bouncer in watermelon and khaki.  It retails for 129.00 and I got it NIB (that's Ebay lingo -- New In the Box :), for $56.00 plus shipping.  The model pictured is my "son" Junior.  He loves it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SM1dkx_IAaI/AAAAAAAAAMo/MczVrcTkc8w/s400/svan+bouncer+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245952027431272866" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TTYL&lt;/span&gt;   Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-7248928236232467561?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7248928236232467561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=7248928236232467561&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/7248928236232467561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/7248928236232467561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/09/home-from-atlanta-and-miscellaneous.html' title='Home from Atlanta and miscellaneous happenings'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SM1W9vWY2iI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Vy7sBsF4Xuc/s72-c/Kellae+and+Kakra.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-1381398471290175783</id><published>2008-09-13T08:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T09:03:29.830-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bar Exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prediction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week 10'/><title type='text'>Week 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SM0Ll5vzx4I/AAAAAAAAAMA/0O314UOrVlE/s1600-h/number+10.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SM0Ll5vzx4I/AAAAAAAAAMA/0O314UOrVlE/s400/number+10.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245861886740907906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, time is passing quickly and now I am getting nervous!   I will enter the window in just 2 weeks!!!!!!!   I am prepared for referral times to increase.   My agency is quoting 3-5 months, and just 3 months ago referrals were coming closer to the earlier part of the timeframe.  Now referrals are easily exceeding that timeframe.  So I am predicting within one month, the agency will change the referral time to at the very least 4-6 months but more than like 5-7 months.  I am not at all stressed by that.  I believe my child will be referred to me, despite timeframes and case coordinators, and law changes and regulations, she will be my daughter and I will be her mom.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention, I take the Bar Exam in February and I don't know why I thought traveling &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/span&gt; that would make ANY SENSE AT ALL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my new referral guess:  12/05 (No scientific calculations, its my brother's birthday lol) up from 10/16 (Michigan Sweetest Day lol).  With travel week 1 of March!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all my PAP's (adoption speak: Prospective Adoptive Parent) hang in there, our time is not always the right time.  There are greater forces in the universe that contribute (I know weird huh).   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-1381398471290175783?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1381398471290175783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=1381398471290175783&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/1381398471290175783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/1381398471290175783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/09/week-10.html' title='Week 10'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SM0Ll5vzx4I/AAAAAAAAAMA/0O314UOrVlE/s72-c/number+10.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-8479827715141668841</id><published>2008-09-10T11:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T11:53:10.489-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jerri curl'/><title type='text'>more 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SMftEQS4API/AAAAAAAAAL4/SxuUFgQtU90/s1600-h/Robbin+9+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SMftEQS4API/AAAAAAAAAL4/SxuUFgQtU90/s400/Robbin+9+family.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244420948445626610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok, so the last picture my hair was so long because of extensions!  you all realized that right ...(Sorry Julie)!  Nope still looking crazy but now I enter the JERRI CURL phase!!!   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-8479827715141668841?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8479827715141668841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=8479827715141668841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/8479827715141668841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/8479827715141668841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-9.html' title='more 9'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SMftEQS4API/AAAAAAAAAL4/SxuUFgQtU90/s72-c/Robbin+9+family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-9216320154238138695</id><published>2008-09-09T04:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T04:29:33.596-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jongoering'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Land of Ethiopia</title><content type='html'>This is a link for a photographer they was recently visiting Ethiopia in his wife's home town.  Please enjoy!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jongoering.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;http://www.jongoering.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-9216320154238138695?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/9216320154238138695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=9216320154238138695&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/9216320154238138695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/9216320154238138695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/09/beautiful-land-of-ethiopia.html' title='Beautiful Land of Ethiopia'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-3631322716840535400</id><published>2008-09-08T13:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:11:21.179-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th grade pic'/><title type='text'>And a close up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SMVcNxwnJYI/AAAAAAAAALw/l2Ml0kSi1eo/s1600-h/Robbin+9a.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And a sweater of course &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SMVcNxwnJYI/AAAAAAAAALw/l2Ml0kSi1eo/s400/Robbin+9a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243698732908094850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-3631322716840535400?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3631322716840535400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=3631322716840535400&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3631322716840535400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3631322716840535400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-close-up.html' title='And a close up!'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SMVcNxwnJYI/AAAAAAAAALw/l2Ml0kSi1eo/s72-c/Robbin+9a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-2942072944342262404</id><published>2008-09-08T12:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:08:24.741-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class picture'/><title type='text'>Age 9</title><content type='html'>Ok look, these pictures get really really BAD!  I mean really bad, So I am going to do them one by one to soften the blow.   If you have a weak stomach turn your head now LOL!   The first picture is the CLASS PHOTO.  So embarrassing myself is not enough, misery LOOOOOOOOOVES company!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SMVWTMYiMpI/AAAAAAAAALo/yJo3PH-7xG4/s400/class+pic+3rd+grade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243692228884443794" /&gt;I can name just about everyone in this picture.  What's really funny is the guys you thought were the studs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Left to right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Row 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris Keys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Principal Mattie Mckinney Hatchett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher Jo Davidson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kareem Boyles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Row 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Detonya Peeples&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bobby Calhoun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stephen Kennedy (my K boyfriend)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valencia Cobb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Row 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyle Hughes (Stud lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Susan Bissett&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alan Rainge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesse Lucio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Janet Howe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ronald Weaver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ME!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Row 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Martin Chavez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angela Williams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu Le&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shamekia Hunt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuan Le&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amina Norris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dena Covert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John Collins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Row 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeff Wiscombe  (stud)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angela Rodriguez (my best friend)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marlene &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robert Bailey III&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, I know just what you wanted to sit thru is a roll call of my 4th grade class mates.   But guess what, Its not enough for me to post their pics, I want their NAMES out there too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TTYL&lt;/span&gt; Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-2942072944342262404?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2942072944342262404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=2942072944342262404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/2942072944342262404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/2942072944342262404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/09/age-9.html' title='Age 9'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SMVWTMYiMpI/AAAAAAAAALo/yJo3PH-7xG4/s72-c/class+pic+3rd+grade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-6000385304137090395</id><published>2008-09-06T12:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T12:40:49.045-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week 9'/><title type='text'>Week 9!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SMVVhh8ofPI/AAAAAAAAALg/lZXRSZD6TW4/s1600-h/number+9.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SMVVhh8ofPI/AAAAAAAAALg/lZXRSZD6TW4/s400/number+9.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243691375679536370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-6000385304137090395?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6000385304137090395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=6000385304137090395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/6000385304137090395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/6000385304137090395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/09/week-9.html' title='Week 9!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SMVVhh8ofPI/AAAAAAAAALg/lZXRSZD6TW4/s72-c/number+9.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-3199268985712763829</id><published>2008-09-05T18:15:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:25:17.986-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='svan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highchair'/><title type='text'>High Chair</title><content type='html'>I made my first big purchase today.  I bought this very trendy, very functional and very "un-baby" high chair. You see, I really loathe baby looking baby stuff.  I don't think it requires all that fluff fluff frill.  My style is sort of not quite modern, not quite contemporary -- more "transitional".  I really think that my baby stuff should fit within my decor.  Of course this has clearly driven my friends MAD!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been accused of lots of things during this adoption journey, but none more often than the accusation that:  I don't have a clue what I am signing up for.  But I think that I have about as much of an understanding as any first time mom.  Perhaps more.  In searching for every major item -- stroller, crib, highchair, carseat, bottles --- I have reviewed hundreds of reviews, reports and comments.  I just wanted to be certain that my Type- A -personality-mind was satisfied with each and every decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the high chair.   Like I said, I had a few criteria to fill, I wanted something that wasn't frilly, not plastic, not obtrusive, multi-functional, works well with the table and not a lot of crevices to hold little crumbs and stickies.  Needless to say, my list was whittled down quickly.  I settled on two: Stokke or Svan.   I chose the Svan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course price was a consideration, but not a deciding factor.  After seeing that the mid price highchair runs between 100-175.00, I realized that my choices weren't SOOO out of reach.  My Svan included the easily removable tray, a dishwasher safe tray cover, and a cushion for $250.00 delivered to my door.  It has a very clean look and it doesn't look like a highchair.   It fits right at my table and even changes to a toddler chair and can seat an adult.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm surprised how few ppl say they used their high chair.   When I eat, I eat at the table.  I don't agree with eating all over the house.  I was not allowed to as a child and it seems that our norms are what we were raised to believe.  I've heard a bunch of different places that children are fed at -- carriers, bouncers, carseats, laps, floors --  just seems like a highchair would be a good place to start.   But then I am always accused of going against the norms.  Just like with this adoption.   I am single, not infertile, and parenting by choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, I bought an expensive highchair, that doesn't look like a high chair.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And its fabulous.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a picture and no this is not my family lol, but I do love their kitchen.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL Robbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SMG-UNEXahI/AAAAAAAAALY/9OJerhveR7c/s400/home-main.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242680695550601746" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164586283261437549-3199268985712763829?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3199268985712763829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=3199268985712763829&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3199268985712763829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/3199268985712763829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/09/high-chair.html' title='High Chair'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SMG-UNEXahI/AAAAAAAAALY/9OJerhveR7c/s72-c/home-main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164586283261437549.post-1080523713495798161</id><published>2008-09-02T21:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:39:43.625-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week 8'/><title type='text'>For your laughing pleasures....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SL3pnbBH2LI/AAAAAAAAALQ/46ewFAFvmQw/s1600-h/robbin+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SL3pnbBH2LI/AAAAAAAAALQ/46ewFAFvmQw/s400/robbin+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241602404805761202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm starting to feel like these are the same pictures.  The tweety bird look is the WORSE!!!!!!   And of course RED must be my color!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TTYL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Robbin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wait:  That might be the same sweater as a year ago!!!!!   Must've been dippin in my brothers closet again!&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/7164586283261437549-1080523713495798161?l=fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1080523713495798161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164586283261437549&amp;postID=1080523713495798161&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/1080523713495798161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164586283261437549/posts/default/1080523713495798161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromaddisababawithlove.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-your-laughing-pleasures.html' title='For your laughing pleasures....'/><author><name>Robbin Hopkins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SHFKEdYkUKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NBlPlIMTmAw/S220/robbin+alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H1keLM0JORs/SL3pnbBH2LI/AAAAAAAAALQ/46ewFAFvmQw/s72-c/robbin+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
