<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544</id><updated>2012-02-01T21:28:32.817-08:00</updated><category term='worry'/><category term='anxiety'/><category term='running skirts'/><category term='ultra marathon'/><category term='50 mile race'/><category term='running'/><category term='eating clean'/><category term='stress'/><category term='jesus'/><category term='olive leaf extract'/><category term='trail running'/><category term='clean eating'/><category term='swine flu I hate you'/><category term='fear'/><category term='montana de oro'/><category term='flu virus'/><category term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Patience, Love &amp; Running</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>228</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-7138701918921342200</id><published>2012-01-07T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T23:24:25.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Conquers All...</title><content type='html'>How do I write this?  I'm not one to write about really personal things.  But I feel this needs to be shared... Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks have been very different.  My marriage has changed in ways I never thought they would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start here...  I used to be a party animal.  I loved drinking and smoking and doing whatever I wanted.  I loved staying up till 4 am and waking up at 2 pm.  That was life and it was fun.  I got pregnant with Claire and stopped everything.  And I truly believe that God used that tiny baby in my belly to change my heart.  I no longer cared about drinking and partying and "having fun".  As that sweet baby girl grew inside of me my love for God grew.  I was a changed woman and it felt amazing.  But nothing changed for Lane.  And I prayed for him.  I prayed and prayed and prayed.  For almost six years I prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago my world came crashing down.  I won't be specific, but life changed.  My marriage changed.  God was doing something and he had to shake me to make me see that he wanted things to change.  He wanted Lane and I to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent two days praying and crying.  Praying for peace and hope and change.  I cried more than I ever have.  I cried myself to sleep and I cried all day.  I cried until I had no tears left.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it happened.  God took my heart and lit a fire.  A fire for my husband.  A fire for my marriage.  I would fight for us no matter what.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hugged Lane.  I cried and we prayed.  I don't think we've prayed like that together since the day we got engaged over 10 years ago.  But we prayed and I felt God there with us.  I knew he was saying, "This is what I want for you two.  This is what I want for your marriage."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at Lane now.  I've changed.  I've changed the way I see him and the way I feel about him.  I'm so in love with this man.  I'm so blessed to be married to a man who is so in love with his wife and so adoring of his little girls.  He is a good man.  A man who works hard to provide for us and who will always put us first.  A man who I can go to at 3 AM for prayer when I'm feeling anxious and can't sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I write this with tears in my eyes, I am overwhelmed.  Overwhelmed because after six years of prayer God answered.  God is bigger and better and more powerful than ever and I see it in our marriage.  More than anything, I wanted to share God with my husband.  I wanted God in our marriage.  Now I can proudly say that He is here, in our marriage.  The last three weeks have been crazy and intense and then wonderful and amazing.  God truly changed my heart for my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wives, pray for your husbands.  Don't give up praying for your husbands!  And pray for yourselves.  Pray that God will give you a love for you husband that is more powerful than you even thought possible.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a quote from a book I read recently... "All I ever wanted in life was to fall in love, be married, have children, and live a passionate romance unknown to the world.  I wanted to prove that even through trials, marriages could be beautiful, romantic and conquering amidst a thousand enemies."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the love I want.  This is the romance I've prayed for since I was a little girl.  And I have it.  I'm so blessed to have it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing love with new eyes.  Love truly does conquer all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-7138701918921342200?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/7138701918921342200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=7138701918921342200' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/7138701918921342200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/7138701918921342200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-conquers-all.html' title='Love Conquers All...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-5065470032987063118</id><published>2011-12-21T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T09:12:06.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALMOST the best Christmas present ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time is flying by. &amp;nbsp;I can't believe Christmas is here and it's been almost 4 1/2 months since we saw our little mans face for the first time. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lane got home from work yesterday and said, "Well, what do you want for Christmas... because what I wanted to get you fell through." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He didn't want to tell me. &amp;nbsp;I kept asking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He had contacted our agency and asked if there was any way to get me out there to meet our little one. &amp;nbsp;He was trying to fly me out to South Korea at the end of January so I could be with our son for a few hours. &amp;nbsp;(&lt;i&gt;JUST&lt;/i&gt; a few hours. &amp;nbsp;Isn't that crazy?) &amp;nbsp;The ladies at the agency got back to him yesterday and told him there was no way we could make it work. &amp;nbsp;They said they are so busy over in Korea with the new year and that it would be tough to get everything together. &amp;nbsp;A meeting place, translators, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so bummed. &amp;nbsp;But I understand. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So baby boy, we're still here... and you're still there. &amp;nbsp;I miss you more every day. &amp;nbsp;I know you are healthy and happy. &amp;nbsp;I know you are loved. &amp;nbsp;But every day when I look at your sweet face my heart sinks because you are part of me and we aren't together. &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord, please let him come home sooner than later. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-5065470032987063118?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/5065470032987063118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=5065470032987063118' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/5065470032987063118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/5065470032987063118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/12/almost-best-christmas-present-ever.html' title='ALMOST the best Christmas present ever.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-7996636608137002723</id><published>2011-12-16T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T10:04:55.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions for 2012.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's that time again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like I JUST did this. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every year I write out my resolutions... and surprisingly by the end of the year I accomplish most of them. &amp;nbsp;365 days is plenty of time to accomplish something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here they are... my resolutions for 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Bring our baby home!!! &amp;nbsp;(Hoping and praying with all of my heart that it'll be in 2012.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;Run at least two half marathons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;Become a CPT by February. &amp;nbsp;(I haven't talked about this at all. &amp;nbsp;I've been working on this for awhile.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Do at least one charity event with Running Grrrl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Eat clean. &amp;nbsp;(As clean as possible and be aware of what I'm putting into my body...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Go to bed earlier so I can do AM workouts before the girls get up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Keep my house cleaner &amp;amp; keep my laundry done. &amp;nbsp;(We'll see about this one.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Be better with money... seriously!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. &amp;nbsp;Pay off credit cards. &amp;nbsp;This is gonna happen! &amp;nbsp;Exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. &amp;nbsp;Less TV, less computer time, more reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think these are pretty reasonable. &amp;nbsp;Can't wait to see what I accomplish and when. &amp;nbsp;I'm so excited for a new year! &amp;nbsp;Also this year, I turn 30!!!!!!!! &amp;nbsp;Crazy. &amp;nbsp;I'm actually really excited about this. &amp;nbsp;I had a talk with my sister in law last night. &amp;nbsp;We talked about how women in their thirties are actually cool. &amp;nbsp;You can still be stylish and cute and fun but you've got more shiz figured out than you did in your twenties. &amp;nbsp;Sounds good to me! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's to 2012!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-7996636608137002723?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/7996636608137002723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=7996636608137002723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/7996636608137002723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/7996636608137002723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/12/resolutions-for-2012.html' title='Resolutions for 2012.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-3363288878331146420</id><published>2011-12-05T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T17:09:53.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the past few weeks we've gotten a few updates on our little man. &amp;nbsp;He's doing soo great. &amp;nbsp;He's healthy. &amp;nbsp;He's growing. &amp;nbsp;He's changing. &amp;nbsp;He's looking absolutely adorable. &amp;nbsp;He's looking more like a little boy than a baby and I just love him so much. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got an email from our agency saying that we are done with the paperwork on our side and now we &lt;b&gt;WAIT&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Forever. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wrote to our agency asking for an estimate on when they think we might be able to bring him home. &amp;nbsp;And I got some news that broke my heart. &amp;nbsp;Because of when we accepted our referral we'll probably be the last or one of the last families to bring our baby home in 2012. &amp;nbsp;Or we'll have to wait until 2013. &amp;nbsp;We were thinking he'd be home summer of 2012. &amp;nbsp;But now it's looking like early 2013. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's my son. &amp;nbsp;Of course I want him home sooner than later. &amp;nbsp;But also I just feel like I'm missing out on so much in those few months. &amp;nbsp;We thought we'd be bringing him home at 18 months old. &amp;nbsp;Now he might be over two years old and that makes such a huge difference. &amp;nbsp;In those months babies turn into kids. &amp;nbsp;They become so much more independent. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So please pray with me friends. &amp;nbsp;Pray that 2012 will be our year!!! &amp;nbsp;I know God has plans for us. &amp;nbsp;My heart is hurting for our precious boy and I want him home! &amp;nbsp;Anything is possible with prayer. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew this would be hard but I didn't expect to love this little someone so much. &amp;nbsp;I didn't know I'd love him like he was my own before I even held him in my arms. &amp;nbsp;He is part of of me and I adore him. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pray him home!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-3363288878331146420?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/3363288878331146420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=3363288878331146420' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/3363288878331146420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/3363288878331146420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/12/prayers-please.html' title='Prayers please...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-4718651396079160308</id><published>2011-11-29T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T12:02:08.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days of (somewhat) clean eating...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright people. &amp;nbsp;Yesterday was 30 days of "eating clean" for me. &amp;nbsp;I started on October 28th. &amp;nbsp;(Right before Halloween. &amp;nbsp;That was &lt;b&gt;TORCHER&lt;/b&gt;!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be honest. &amp;nbsp;I was not perfect. &amp;nbsp;But I ate so much better than I normally would have and I was able to make better choices because I was making a conscious effort to put good things into my body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here's how it went...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I'm going to be honest here.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Breakfast was usually eggs with a little goat cheese and dill. &amp;nbsp;Some days I switched it up and had oatmeal. &amp;nbsp;Most days I also had a banana and my yummy Super Green Drink from Trader Joe's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snacks were usually veggies and hummus, nuts, or brown rice cakes with peanut butter. &amp;nbsp;I became obsessed with Trader Joe's Wasabi Wow mix. &amp;nbsp;I think I've eaten like 5 bags of it this month. &amp;nbsp;It has almonds, peanuts, wasabi peas &amp;amp; cranberries. &amp;nbsp;It's sweet, spicy and a little salty all at once. &amp;nbsp;Delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iFetWef-VVg/TtUxnw44qII/AAAAAAAABYI/hNiJcHxV0Y0/s1600/DownloadedFile.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iFetWef-VVg/TtUxnw44qII/AAAAAAAABYI/hNiJcHxV0Y0/s1600/DownloadedFile.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lunch is always hard for me. &amp;nbsp;But I usually had a sandwhich. &amp;nbsp;Whole wheat with turkey or lean ham and veggies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For dinners we tried a few new things. &amp;nbsp;One of my faves (which I think I mentioned before...) was the coconut chicken curry with brown rice and steamed broccoli. &amp;nbsp;We also did our usual tacos, stir fry, bbq...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I made sure that I was drinking a lot of water all day. &amp;nbsp;And I always finished my day with hot caffeine free tea while I watched TV. &amp;nbsp;I made a point to not snack at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And some days (NOT all days!!!) I indulged in my favorite thing on the planet. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dark chocolate. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;And I have to get this off my chest... I had some Diet Coke. &amp;nbsp;I know that soda is a no-no. &amp;nbsp;I know I should stay away from it but on days when I was craving something sweet Diet Coke did the trick. &amp;nbsp;Everything in moderation, right? &amp;nbsp;I don't know... &amp;nbsp;Aaahhh I'm glad I got that out there in the open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I also found a loop hole for sugar cravings. &amp;nbsp;I mentioned before &lt;a href="http://www.chocolatecoveredkatie.com/"&gt;www.chocolatecoveredkatie.com&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;These recipes are amazing. &amp;nbsp;They are all vegan. &amp;nbsp;A few times I made her fudge babies. &amp;nbsp;All they are are ground up dates and cashews. &amp;nbsp;You mix a little unsweetened cocoa powder in there and they taste and feel like your eating balls of chocolate cookie dough. &amp;nbsp;Pretty amazing. &amp;nbsp;We also tried the vegan chocolate chip cookies. &amp;nbsp;They have 2 tablespoon of sugar in the entire batch of cookies! Crazy, right? &amp;nbsp;They are delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Annnnd my favorite eating out meal was Chipotle. &amp;nbsp;Hands down. &amp;nbsp;I order the same thing every time. &amp;nbsp;A veggie bowl with brown rice (Yep! &amp;nbsp;They have brown rice now!) black beans, veggies, roasted corn salsa, medium salsa and a little cheese, and lettuce. &amp;nbsp;It's sooo yummy!&amp;nbsp;Eating out can be tough if you're extremely strict with your eat clean plan. &amp;nbsp;But it's not impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also Thanksgiving dinner wasn't as tough as I though it would be. &amp;nbsp;I was in charge of veggies. &amp;nbsp;I made &amp;nbsp;a &lt;i&gt;huge &lt;/i&gt;amount of roasted butternut squash, sweet potatoes, bell peppers and onions tossed in olive oil, balsamic vinegar and fresh rosemary. &amp;nbsp;I loaded up my plate with veggies and kind of filled up on them before I got to my meat and stuffing. &amp;nbsp;And I'll be honest... I ate pumpkin pie! &amp;nbsp;And I didn't feel guilty for one second! &amp;nbsp;It was soo good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So all in all I think these last 30 days went great! &amp;nbsp;I feel good about what I put into my body. &amp;nbsp;No Doritos, no candy (besides a little dark chocolate). &amp;nbsp;I didn't even have a bit of cake! &amp;nbsp;And I had numerous opportunities to get in on some cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I realize that eating what's good makes me feel good. &amp;nbsp;I have more energy and I sleep better. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I plan to keep going with this. &amp;nbsp;Saying no to processed foods and foods loaded with sugar is what I have to do. &amp;nbsp;And now it's not because it's a game or a challenge, it's because I know that's what will feel best for me in the long run.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now on with life! &amp;nbsp;Eating good, running, strength training, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;getting ready for baby boy!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Life is busy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hope some of you did this with me! &amp;nbsp;How did it go? &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-4718651396079160308?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/4718651396079160308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=4718651396079160308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/4718651396079160308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/4718651396079160308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/11/30-days-of-somewhat-clean-eating.html' title='30 days of (somewhat) clean eating...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iFetWef-VVg/TtUxnw44qII/AAAAAAAABYI/hNiJcHxV0Y0/s72-c/DownloadedFile.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-1409578062232027542</id><published>2011-11-13T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T23:10:48.581-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating clean'/><title type='text'>Eating Clean... Pretty much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little update. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm doing pretty good. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't had candy or sweets. (Besides some dark chocolate... just a little... Oh and these amazing garbanzo bean blondies I made last night. &amp;nbsp;YUM.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've had some chips and salsa, which I'm pretty sure isn't part of this eating plan. &amp;nbsp;Ooops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first weekend after I started this we went out of town and that was extremely difficult. &amp;nbsp;I wasn't prepared and I was pretty much starving. &amp;nbsp;We took a quick trip to Trader Joes. &amp;nbsp;I stocked up on nuts, a little dried fruit, and some fresh fruit. &amp;nbsp;(We didn't have fridge in our hotel room so I got what I could.) &amp;nbsp;We ate out for every meal which was hard. &amp;nbsp;But you can always find something. &amp;nbsp;I haven't been perfect but this is the best I've ever done. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things I'm learning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Eating clean takes work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Preparing meals and snacks ahead of time is crucial to not failing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-I feel sooo good! &amp;nbsp;No sugar crashes! &amp;nbsp;What was I thinking before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-There are ways to enjoy desserts. and not feel like crap. &amp;nbsp;Check out &lt;a href="http://chocolatecoveredkatie.com/"&gt;chocolatecoveredkatie.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So all in all it's going good. &amp;nbsp;I've been around a lot of yummy treats and I haven't given in. &amp;nbsp;I'm 13 days in. &amp;nbsp;Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My daily eating plan is still consisting of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Breakfast: Eggs (Sometimes I throw some meat in there and maybe a few tablespoons of crumbled goat cheese. &amp;nbsp;Oh and dill... I never eat eggs without dill.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snacks: Fruit, nuts, brown rice cakes with nut butter, roasted seaweed snack. &amp;nbsp;(Not all of this at once...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lunch: A big salad with lean turkey or lean ham and all sorts of veggies. &amp;nbsp;I've been making my dressing at home too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner: Usually chicken? &amp;nbsp;Brown rice, veggies. &amp;nbsp;(I made an insanely good coconut curry chicken last week!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desserts... Check out the website above. &amp;nbsp;I've only tried the garbanzo bean blondies and the chocolate chip cookie dough babies. &amp;nbsp;Both are amazing. &amp;nbsp;Both are full of things that are good for you! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So eating clean is fun! &amp;nbsp;There is so much we CAN eat. &amp;nbsp;And there is so much out there that we shouldn't eat so this works out well! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyone else doing this? &amp;nbsp;How's it going?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-1409578062232027542?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/1409578062232027542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=1409578062232027542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/1409578062232027542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/1409578062232027542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/11/eating-clean-pretty-much.html' title='Eating Clean... Pretty much.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-1055739209684547631</id><published>2011-11-01T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T19:13:35.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clean eating'/><title type='text'>Eating Clean - Day One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day one is done and I feel good! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*And FYI I will not be posting daily about this. &amp;nbsp;I'll just do a post every week or so to let you know that I'm not failing horribly and also it'll help keep me accountable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before I go on I want to clarify... A lot of people have different ideas about what "eating clean" is. &amp;nbsp;None of these ideas are right or wrong. &amp;nbsp;My idea of eating clean is &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt; processed food. &amp;nbsp;However I will eat turkey deli meat. &amp;nbsp;I love Columbus turkey. &amp;nbsp;It's minimally processed and they have one with low sodium. &amp;nbsp;I'll be sticking to veggies (raw or steamed), fresh fruits, lean meats/proteins, minimal salt intake, and minimal dairy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's how today went:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Breakfast - Cottage cheese and a banana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snack - Sliced turkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lunch - A huge pile of carrots w/ hummus and two scrambled eggs topped with pepper and dill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snack - Handful of strawberries and TJ's Green Drink Mix in water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner - A plate of steamed broccoli and homemade turkey/veggie/black bean chili.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snack - Roasted seaweed snack (my favorite) while I watch The Biggest Loser! &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I drank a TON of water today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And before bed I'll have ginger/chamomile tea. &amp;nbsp;Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So today was a breeze. &amp;nbsp;This is how I normally eat but a lot of the time there is some candy or chips thrown into the mix. &amp;nbsp;But not today! &amp;nbsp;One day down! &amp;nbsp;29 more to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Clean Eating!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-1055739209684547631?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/1055739209684547631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=1055739209684547631' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/1055739209684547631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/1055739209684547631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/11/eating-clean-day-one.html' title='Eating Clean - Day One'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-6759655501871903453</id><published>2011-10-31T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T21:52:54.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating Clean in November!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow is November 1st. &amp;nbsp;I'm excited to start something new. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clean eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PT0HfOFROtg/Tq96Gk_rg6I/AAAAAAAABW4/tAIICP6dXoE/s1600/fruitsandveggies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PT0HfOFROtg/Tq96Gk_rg6I/AAAAAAAABW4/tAIICP6dXoE/s400/fruitsandveggies.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to try and eat &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;super&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; clean for 30 days. &amp;nbsp;Maybe one cheat a week. &amp;nbsp;But by cheat I mean some dark chocolate. &amp;nbsp;No M&amp;amp;M's. &amp;nbsp;No Doritos. &amp;nbsp;Just the good stuff. &amp;nbsp;And in reality I should be committing to eating clean for longer than 30 days but I can't. &amp;nbsp;I don't want to let myself down. &amp;nbsp;Lately I have a hard time committing to anything so I need to take this one month at a time, or even one day at a time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been doing some new things. &amp;nbsp;I started seeing a new Dr. to try and get my hormones and my anxiety under control. &amp;nbsp;The results have been wonderful! &amp;nbsp;I'm taking some new herbs and a new progesterone cream and I'm pretty excited about it. &amp;nbsp;I think the last thing left to do is to seriously change what I'm putting into my body. &amp;nbsp;I eat pretty good, lot's of veggies, lot's of lean protein... but still this last weekend I ate In N Out. &amp;nbsp;I ate a veggie burger with tons of amazing melty cheese and french fries, then finished it off with half of a milk shake. &amp;nbsp;And I didn't feel great after so it's just not worth it! &amp;nbsp;I've also been obsessed with Tootsie Rolls this last week! &amp;nbsp;It's horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been doing &lt;b&gt;A LOT&lt;/b&gt; of research on clean eating. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They (&lt;a href="http://www.jamieeason.com/"&gt;Jamie Eason&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.toscareno.com/"&gt;Tosca Reno&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.everydaypaleo.com/"&gt;Sarah Fragoso&lt;/a&gt; from Everyday Paleo) all say changing your body is 80% nutrition, 10% genetics and 10% exercise. &amp;nbsp;I believe it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I want to feel good. &amp;nbsp;Really good. &amp;nbsp;When we put good things into our body, we feel better, we sleep better, we have more energy, our mood is better. &amp;nbsp;It's all around the best thing we can do for our bodies. &amp;nbsp;And we should want to feel good, right??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this means preparing meals and snacks ahead of time and always having something on me that is good for me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If anyone wants to do this with me, please do! &amp;nbsp;It'll be a fun challenge with great benefits! &amp;nbsp;30 days of feelin' good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm hoping that I'll feel soo good that I won't ever want to dabble in the junky stuff again. &amp;nbsp;I know it gets to a point where that stuff just doesn't sound appetizing at all. &amp;nbsp;And there are sooo many other options out there! &amp;nbsp;Even when we're craving sweets there are things we can eat other than a Snickers bar (my personal favorite). &amp;nbsp;I found &lt;a href="http://www.chocolatecoveredkatie.com/"&gt;www.chocolatecoveredkatie.com&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;It's all about healthy desserts. &amp;nbsp;And really, they look and sound &lt;i&gt;amazing&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;And they are filled with things that are good for you like chick peas and beets and oats and flax seed. &amp;nbsp;You have to check her out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here we go. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Time to eat clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-6759655501871903453?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PT0HfOFROtg/Tq96Gk_rg6I/AAAAAAAABW4/tAIICP6dXoE/s72-c/fruitsandveggies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-3356422160612049065</id><published>2011-10-24T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T11:36:05.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foofie is three.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faye turned three on Friday. &amp;nbsp;I'm so sad. &amp;nbsp;She is my tiny little peanut baby. &amp;nbsp;It's so crazy how fast these kids grow and change. &amp;nbsp;The morning of Faye's birthday I held her tight and begged her to stay two! &amp;nbsp;She said she would. &amp;nbsp;But I think she'll keep getting older :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faye is soo incredibly special. &amp;nbsp;She is absolutely hilarious and soo freakin' cute. &amp;nbsp;She is sweet and sensitive and loves to do her own thing. &amp;nbsp;She loves her sissy, her mama and her daddy. &amp;nbsp;She loves her baby brother. &amp;nbsp;And she &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;adores&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bridgette. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is just a crazy little lady that makes us laugh hysterically every day. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love our Faye Faye. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Foof Mouse. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Foo Foo. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Miso Soup. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Faye-be. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Faysian Invasion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is so wonderful! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to our sweet girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L8Cg16UmFvU/TqWud6dmWsI/AAAAAAAABWQ/k7NPQvMKezc/s1600/IMG_0764.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L8Cg16UmFvU/TqWud6dmWsI/AAAAAAAABWQ/k7NPQvMKezc/s400/IMG_0764.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1-_SKmy2adU/TqWuha3aiMI/AAAAAAAABWY/DCegU42Zyeg/s1600/IMG_3264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1-_SKmy2adU/TqWuha3aiMI/AAAAAAAABWY/DCegU42Zyeg/s400/IMG_3264.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Faye and her buddy Tayden:) &amp;nbsp;They are so cute!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3yOF7VW_MKQ/TqWuoRleqFI/AAAAAAAABWg/ptOQNou3wwE/s1600/IMG_3295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3yOF7VW_MKQ/TqWuoRleqFI/AAAAAAAABWg/ptOQNou3wwE/s400/IMG_3295.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't blogged for almost a month. &amp;nbsp;We've been busy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;October 15th was a good day. &amp;nbsp;Good enough to blog about. &amp;nbsp;In the afternoon I went to a friends house to meet her sweet baby Quinne for the first time. &amp;nbsp;This little baby girl is precious. &amp;nbsp;Newborns are the sweetest. I stayed for a few hours and got an insanely good arm workout while holding her. &amp;nbsp;For real. &amp;nbsp;I was super sore the next day. &amp;nbsp;New moms are hard core. &amp;nbsp;I'm not joking... I could barely lift my arms the next day... Ha. &amp;nbsp;So while I was there I got a text from Lane...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V5ABDBq_ZtE/TqDjDMzSlSI/AAAAAAAABWI/AQbgOiqEKGc/s1600/IMG_3289.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V5ABDBq_ZtE/TqDjDMzSlSI/AAAAAAAABWI/AQbgOiqEKGc/s400/IMG_3289.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew this was coming. &amp;nbsp;Our agency told us earlier in the week that they'd be sending us a video of our baby boy. &amp;nbsp;I kind of tried to forget about it because I didn't want to get my hopes up. &amp;nbsp;But it came. &amp;nbsp;I drove home shaking with excitement. &amp;nbsp;It was finally time to see our little guy in action. &amp;nbsp;To see his sweet face and hear his sweet voice. &amp;nbsp;I ran into the house. &amp;nbsp;Lane had the video ready but hadn't watched it yet which I was super excited about. &amp;nbsp;The second that video started my heart skipped a beat. &amp;nbsp;Our baby. &amp;nbsp;I know I've said this already but GEEEEZ!!! &amp;nbsp;HE. IS. PERFECT. &amp;nbsp;I fell in love with him even more within seconds of watching that video. &amp;nbsp;A few minutes in I looked over at Claire. &amp;nbsp;Her eyes were full of tears and she kept saying "He's sooo cute. &amp;nbsp;He's the cutest baby in the world." &amp;nbsp;And then she cried and said, "I want baby brother to come home!" &amp;nbsp;My heart broke into a million pieces right there. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The video is seven minutes long. &amp;nbsp;Seven minutes that I could watch &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;over and over and over &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;again. &amp;nbsp;I've watched it&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;And I'll keep watching it. &amp;nbsp;Every time I watch it I laugh because he is so sweet and I tear up because I love him and my heart breaks because I miss him sooo much. &amp;nbsp;I want him home so badly. &amp;nbsp;Our family is not complete. &amp;nbsp;I'm hoping and praying that this won't take another year! &amp;nbsp;But that is just what I want and maybe not what God has in mind. &amp;nbsp;Who knows. &amp;nbsp;I just need to be patient. &amp;nbsp;I need to be content in knowing that this is just the beginning and that this little guy is part of family forever and that he is meant to be with us and HE WILL get here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish so badly that I could share pictures because I'm so proud to call him my son. &amp;nbsp;But I can't. &amp;nbsp;If I see you in person I'll gladly show you his sweet face! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that's the latest on our sweet boy. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And another blog is coming soon. &amp;nbsp;Tomorrow is Faye's 3rd birthday! &amp;nbsp;She gets a post all to herself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-6234214783011066623?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/6234214783011066623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=6234214783011066623' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/6234214783011066623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/6234214783011066623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-15th.html' title='OCTOBER 15TH'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V5ABDBq_ZtE/TqDjDMzSlSI/AAAAAAAABWI/AQbgOiqEKGc/s72-c/IMG_3289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-8413226819826022936</id><published>2011-09-30T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T10:17:55.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fashion Week - Day Seven :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So sad that today is the last day! &amp;nbsp;This week has been sooo much fun!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I'm going super casual. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my ladies are running errands all day... Target, Costco, Trader Joe's and a million other places. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YU4mpilIooA/ToX3p3Mp9HI/AAAAAAAABV4/4ZqGm0T9bhc/s1600/securedownload.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YU4mpilIooA/ToX3p3Mp9HI/AAAAAAAABV4/4ZqGm0T9bhc/s400/securedownload.jpeg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;T-shirt: Make Pie Not War (A local girl who makes jewelry.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pants: Selena Gomez... again. &amp;nbsp;These things are comfy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shoes: Blowfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Earrings: Forever 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6OqVyPTyv-I/ToX4Wd6NybI/AAAAAAAABV8/EMCV9jJNq-M/s1600/securedownload.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6OqVyPTyv-I/ToX4Wd6NybI/AAAAAAAABV8/EMCV9jJNq-M/s400/securedownload.jpeg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kmP3bWO-5Iw/ToX456V8PTI/AAAAAAAABWE/PzqbTkARUsY/s1600/securedownload.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kmP3bWO-5Iw/ToX456V8PTI/AAAAAAAABWE/PzqbTkARUsY/s400/securedownload.jpeg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4vwehh-oxW4/ToX4lTe6s0I/AAAAAAAABWA/5DVxtpweapI/s1600/securedownload.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4vwehh-oxW4/ToX4lTe6s0I/AAAAAAAABWA/5DVxtpweapI/s400/securedownload.jpeg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Crazy face.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ladies this week has been amazing! &amp;nbsp;I got so many fun ideas from everyone. &amp;nbsp;I can't wait for Spring Fashion Week!!! &amp;nbsp;(Emery... hint hint!) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can't wait to see what &lt;a href="http://www.emeryjo.blogspot.com/"&gt;you girls&lt;/a&gt; have on today. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Have a great Friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-8413226819826022936?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/8413226819826022936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=8413226819826022936' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/8413226819826022936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/8413226819826022936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/09/fall-fashion-week-day-seven.html' title='Fall Fashion Week - Day Seven :('/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YU4mpilIooA/ToX3p3Mp9HI/AAAAAAAABV4/4ZqGm0T9bhc/s72-c/securedownload.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-6626599450419629616</id><published>2011-09-29T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T11:30:24.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fashion Week - Day Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's finally feeling a little like fall today so I'm wearing pants! &amp;nbsp;It's nice out though. &amp;nbsp;Overcast but not cold. &amp;nbsp;Here's today's little number...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X19SopNdK6U/ToS33kvzOjI/AAAAAAAABVs/D1l18idsjac/s1600/securedownload.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X19SopNdK6U/ToS33kvzOjI/AAAAAAAABVs/D1l18idsjac/s400/securedownload.jpeg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lacy get up: &amp;nbsp;Borrowed from my sis in law. &amp;nbsp;She works at this amazing little boutique called Stella Casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jeans: Forever 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Head band: Forever 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shoes: No idea. &amp;nbsp;I've had them for 10 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rf8iKC1DU_g/ToS4CetI-5I/AAAAAAAABVw/QI6ahsDZeFg/s1600/securedownload.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rf8iKC1DU_g/ToS4CetI-5I/AAAAAAAABVw/QI6ahsDZeFg/s400/securedownload.jpeg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-toAA-7vEcAQ/ToS4Ooiy56I/AAAAAAAABV0/nv6wjA65Ahw/s1600/securedownload.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-toAA-7vEcAQ/ToS4Ooiy56I/AAAAAAAABV0/nv6wjA65Ahw/s400/securedownload.jpeg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This post is short but I'm busy today! &amp;nbsp;Can't wait to check out all of &lt;a href="http://www.emeryjo.blogspot.com/"&gt;you ladies&lt;/a&gt; later! &amp;nbsp;Have a great day:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-6626599450419629616?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/6626599450419629616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=6626599450419629616' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/6626599450419629616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/6626599450419629616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/09/fall-fashion-week-day-five_29.html' title='Fall Fashion Week - Day Six'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X19SopNdK6U/ToS33kvzOjI/AAAAAAAABVs/D1l18idsjac/s72-c/securedownload.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-5808245045738622063</id><published>2011-09-27T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T22:56:20.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fashion Week - Day Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm out of clothes to wear. &amp;nbsp;For real. &amp;nbsp;I have nothing exciting left in my closet. &amp;nbsp;So I texted my sister in law and she came to the rescue with an arm full of dresses, tops &amp;amp; rompers... Thanks Brittany!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;I chose the romper. &amp;nbsp;Because I'm tellin' you... It's hot! &amp;nbsp;It was 82 degrees today! &amp;nbsp;I'm loving this weather. &amp;nbsp;And I'm loving that I get to wear summer clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;So here it is...&lt;/div&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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wmj2OYVvGh0/ToKzXcqjjAI/AAAAAAAABVY/VrTvHLw1bO8/s1600/securedownload-5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wmj2OYVvGh0/ToKzXcqjjAI/AAAAAAAABVY/VrTvHLw1bO8/s400/securedownload-5.jpeg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Romper: Forever 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shoes: CL by Laundry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Faye's dress: Target&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Claire's halloween costume: My closet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OWMKMYmXpwk/ToKzbI5RcRI/AAAAAAAABVc/5F-_ExyQVTA/s1600/securedownload-6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OWMKMYmXpwk/ToKzbI5RcRI/AAAAAAAABVc/5F-_ExyQVTA/s400/securedownload-6.jpeg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8UjcqBtNFOE/ToKzh508wdI/AAAAAAAABVg/_rpxjiQ452U/s1600/securedownload-8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8UjcqBtNFOE/ToKzh508wdI/AAAAAAAABVg/_rpxjiQ452U/s400/securedownload-8.jpeg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love that they are pounding their lemonade in every picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbmFZeDsT0k/ToKzPv2NMGI/AAAAAAAABVU/WCsIXxLAsO0/s1600/securedownload.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbmFZeDsT0k/ToKzPv2NMGI/AAAAAAAABVU/WCsIXxLAsO0/s400/securedownload.jpeg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And after Lane took my pictures outside I remembered to put these earrings on. &amp;nbsp;Super cute teal feather earrings. &amp;nbsp;These too belong to my sis in law. &amp;nbsp;And this picture is funny. &amp;nbsp;I look like a scared alien and Claire's face is just awesome. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I feel so good about getting this blog done the night before! &amp;nbsp;Yes! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can't wait to see &lt;a href="http://www.emeryjo.blogspot.com/"&gt;everyone else&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow! &amp;nbsp;Good night friends:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-5808245045738622063?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/5808245045738622063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=5808245045738622063' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/5808245045738622063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/5808245045738622063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/09/fall-fashion-week-day-five.html' title='Fall Fashion Week - Day Five'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wmj2OYVvGh0/ToKzXcqjjAI/AAAAAAAABVY/VrTvHLw1bO8/s72-c/securedownload-5.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-3458938157975707819</id><published>2011-09-26T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T23:10:40.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fashion Week - Day Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe I'm posting this so early. It's so not like me! But here you go! &amp;nbsp;And once again, (I feel I need to clarify) it is &lt;b&gt;STILL&lt;/b&gt; hot up in here... so I'm not dressed for fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s7rFkq07Q-4/ToFmjV9bzdI/AAAAAAAABVI/Vt6ip9M48Cg/s1600/IMG_3084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s7rFkq07Q-4/ToFmjV9bzdI/AAAAAAAABVI/Vt6ip9M48Cg/s400/IMG_3084.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I hate to do the mirror pictures... but sometimes when all you have is an iPhone, a 2 year old, and a 4 year old, the mirror just makes sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZA2kToxgb4/ToFmwZTyVWI/AAAAAAAABVM/D-hFagRZTwo/s1600/IMG_3080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZA2kToxgb4/ToFmwZTyVWI/AAAAAAAABVM/D-hFagRZTwo/s400/IMG_3080.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm wearing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tank top: Urban Outfitters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Skirt: Forever 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shoes: Ross (I don't know what brand and I don't feel like getting up to check...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And Faye isn't wearing the same dress two days in a row(not that it would be surprising if she did) ... I just changed and took some pictures of outfit #2 for the day. &amp;nbsp;But Faye's face is awfully funny in this picture, don't you think? &amp;nbsp;Cutie patootie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And please check out the beautiful ladies &lt;a href="http://www.emeryjo.blogspot.com/"&gt;here!!!&lt;/a&gt; &amp;nbsp;This really is so much fun! &amp;nbsp;And you can still join in if you want to! &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;And you totally should!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-3458938157975707819?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/3458938157975707819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=3458938157975707819' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/3458938157975707819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/3458938157975707819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/09/fall-fashion-week-day-four.html' title='Fall Fashion Week - Day Four'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s7rFkq07Q-4/ToFmjV9bzdI/AAAAAAAABVI/Vt6ip9M48Cg/s72-c/IMG_3084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-2372032867202374510</id><published>2011-09-26T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T11:55:42.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fashion Week - Day Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day three already! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once again I'm dressed for summer. &amp;nbsp;It's hot here! &amp;nbsp;We're finally getting our "summer" weather and I'm loving it. &amp;nbsp;We've been outside all morning. &amp;nbsp;The girls have been riding their bikes through the sprinklers and we're about to head out to Jamba Juice. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm super comfy today. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRaFn3cz1YA/ToDJNcJaVWI/AAAAAAAABVA/1liwXupcE08/s1600/IMG_3053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRaFn3cz1YA/ToDJNcJaVWI/AAAAAAAABVA/1liwXupcE08/s400/IMG_3053.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dress: Target&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Faye's dress: &amp;nbsp;Also Target&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-srmJUvi12Ps/ToDJiZ32DRI/AAAAAAAABVE/GXBLL2zMlLc/s1600/IMG_3063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-srmJUvi12Ps/ToDJiZ32DRI/AAAAAAAABVE/GXBLL2zMlLc/s400/IMG_3063.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Once again my photographer is my 4 year old little lovely. &amp;nbsp;She's pretty good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm really loving this fall fashion week. &amp;nbsp;I think I've said that every day so far. &amp;nbsp;But it's so fun. &amp;nbsp;And I'm getting such great fun ideas from all of you. &amp;nbsp;And after seeing you guys I'm desperately wanting to do some thrift store shopping. &amp;nbsp;I don't do that enough and I really should because you guys look awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Check out the lovely ladies at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.emeryjo.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.emeryjo.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-2372032867202374510?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/2372032867202374510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=2372032867202374510' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/2372032867202374510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/2372032867202374510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/09/fall-fashion-week-day-three.html' title='Fall Fashion Week - Day Three'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRaFn3cz1YA/ToDJNcJaVWI/AAAAAAAABVA/1liwXupcE08/s72-c/IMG_3053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-5074956033118188146</id><published>2011-09-25T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T14:44:54.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fashion Week - Day Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I had a special photographer. &amp;nbsp;She's 4. &amp;nbsp;Her name is Claire and she's awesome. &amp;nbsp;So my pictures are extra artsy today :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my outfit... well, it's like 75 degrees today. &amp;nbsp;Not very fall-ish. &amp;nbsp;So I'm wearing something summery. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, I've worn this shirt thing every time I've done a fashion week with Emery. &amp;nbsp;I still love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xh3smvmmQLs/Tn-fD5Gn2EI/AAAAAAAABUU/DqCLw4Dl3f8/s1600/securedownload-1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xh3smvmmQLs/Tn-fD5Gn2EI/AAAAAAAABUU/DqCLw4Dl3f8/s320/securedownload-1.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shirt: Hand me down from a dear friend. &amp;nbsp;It's from Urban Outfitters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shorts: Target &amp;nbsp;I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sandals: Marshalls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cute tiny girl: Made by ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AkuWnh-ILp4/Tn-fGCuazyI/AAAAAAAABUY/Bq0KE0Nqbes/s1600/securedownload-2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AkuWnh-ILp4/Tn-fGCuazyI/AAAAAAAABUY/Bq0KE0Nqbes/s320/securedownload-2.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2dDn-cpS0U/Tn-fJCm5qrI/AAAAAAAABUc/RmfnafIZ_SE/s1600/securedownload-3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2dDn-cpS0U/Tn-fJCm5qrI/AAAAAAAABUc/RmfnafIZ_SE/s320/securedownload-3.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm loving seeing everyone else's outfits. &amp;nbsp;I think tomorrow I'll borrow something cute from my my sis in law. &amp;nbsp;I've got nothing exciting to share with all of you. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Go check out everyone else at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.emeryjo.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.emeryjo.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-5074956033118188146?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/5074956033118188146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=5074956033118188146' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/5074956033118188146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/5074956033118188146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/09/fall-fashion-week-day-two.html' title='Fall Fashion Week - Day Two'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xh3smvmmQLs/Tn-fD5Gn2EI/AAAAAAAABUU/DqCLw4Dl3f8/s72-c/securedownload-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-5754921951500711470</id><published>2011-09-24T17:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T14:06:52.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fashion Week - Day One!</title><content type='html'>Yay!  I'm so excited to do this!!!  Thank you Emery!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love doing this because it gives me a reason to actually get dressed and maybe even put a little makeup.  I mean right now I'm writing this and I'm in sweats.  Haha!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is last nights outfit.  I went out to dinner with some of my lady friends.  We had a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/24/4494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/24/s_4494.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super duper casual...  And super duper cheap!!!&lt;br /&gt;Shirt: Kmart.  $3.00 by Selena Gomez&lt;br /&gt;Pants: Kmart. $5.00 ALSO Selena Gomez&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: TOMS (my faves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up of my pants.  They look white in the picture up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/24/4495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/24/s_4495.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/24/4496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/24/s_4496.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earrings handmade by my lovely friend Taryn.  She makes beautiful stuff!  Find her on Facebook!  She's called Ella Dolce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/24/4497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/24/s_4497.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited to see everyone else's outfits!!!  My favorite thing to do is sit with a cup of tea after the girls go to bed and look at every single one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the other ladies at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.emeryjo.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Emery's blog!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogpress_location"&gt;Location:&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Fall%20Fashion%20Week%20-%20Day%201!!!&amp;amp;z=10"&gt;Fall Fashion Week - Day 1!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-5754921951500711470?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/5754921951500711470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=5754921951500711470' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/5754921951500711470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/5754921951500711470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/09/yay-im-so-excited-excited-to-do-this.html' title='Fall Fashion Week - Day One!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-1850669240758503528</id><published>2011-09-19T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T21:54:16.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was a rough one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was rough. &amp;nbsp;Some days Claire and I just don't click... at all. &amp;nbsp;Today was one of those days. &amp;nbsp;We fight like sisters and that's hard. &amp;nbsp;I don't really know, because I don't have a sister but I imagine that this might be what it feels like. &amp;nbsp;It's wild because she goes from this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XYkkPfHy5eY/TngVZ49CUiI/AAAAAAAABTw/OlyFYDMIzdw/s1600/IMG_2919.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XYkkPfHy5eY/TngVZ49CUiI/AAAAAAAABTw/OlyFYDMIzdw/s400/IMG_2919.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZrODPBabqc/TngVtgIY8AI/AAAAAAAABT0/0dK0wLS7WjI/s1600/IMG_2923.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZrODPBabqc/TngVtgIY8AI/AAAAAAAABT0/0dK0wLS7WjI/s400/IMG_2923.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She's four. &amp;nbsp;Why do I feel so defeated??? &amp;nbsp;She's FOUR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then I have this other crazy little lady. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Who goes from this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8JeS2YJUDKk/TngWYSD-daI/AAAAAAAABT4/UNjdNmKGHvA/s1600/IMG_2584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8JeS2YJUDKk/TngWYSD-daI/AAAAAAAABT4/UNjdNmKGHvA/s400/IMG_2584.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b0ilb-aHlZk/TngWhYrW9fI/AAAAAAAABT8/ASRPaPNcheM/s1600/IMG_2586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b0ilb-aHlZk/TngWhYrW9fI/AAAAAAAABT8/ASRPaPNcheM/s400/IMG_2586.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To this!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QYjXsIDmAzg/TngWq1Q5DKI/AAAAAAAABUA/HjiNUaaMWP8/s1600/IMG_2585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QYjXsIDmAzg/TngWq1Q5DKI/AAAAAAAABUA/HjiNUaaMWP8/s400/IMG_2585.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Faye and I don't fight as much but she is still a handful. &amp;nbsp;She's my crazy one but she's also waaay more sensitive so she actually listens a little bit because she doesn't like to be in trouble. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh these girls&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Holy Moly! &amp;nbsp;I'm tired!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;And it's been awhile so here are some pictures just for fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p_IPJTwUBsE/TngYQsO256I/AAAAAAAABUE/yjfY4QgTozw/s1600/IMG_2910.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p_IPJTwUBsE/TngYQsO256I/AAAAAAAABUE/yjfY4QgTozw/s400/IMG_2910.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday was my beautiful mothers birthday so our family went to the Santa Barbara Zoo then out to lunch! &amp;nbsp;We had a great time! &amp;nbsp;The weather was perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pHSBqRSwQAA/TngYdQKJ1YI/AAAAAAAABUM/ptfZIW9dCPA/s1600/IMG_2594.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pHSBqRSwQAA/TngYdQKJ1YI/AAAAAAAABUM/ptfZIW9dCPA/s400/IMG_2594.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Faye is super into this lately. &amp;nbsp;She loves thumbs up, peace signs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oNP5S5wOR-M/TngYeY1xbNI/AAAAAAAABUQ/vxIu6XY_Zso/s1600/IMG_2859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oNP5S5wOR-M/TngYeY1xbNI/AAAAAAAABUQ/vxIu6XY_Zso/s400/IMG_2859.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And proof that my hair is &lt;b&gt;finally&lt;/b&gt; growing and that I'm figuring out how to style it! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tWQWz3y93Ls/TngYS--OcVI/AAAAAAAABUI/fUoiE9RarVs/s1600/IMG_2946.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tWQWz3y93Ls/TngYS--OcVI/AAAAAAAABUI/fUoiE9RarVs/s320/IMG_2946.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And last but certainly not least. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;The best part of my day today. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Putting this stuff together. &amp;nbsp;This is a picture of the things we are sending to our baby boy and his foster mom at the end of September. &amp;nbsp;Our agency is going over to Korea so they're going to bring our stuff over and hopefully get new pictures and videos of our little man!!! &amp;nbsp;I CANNOT EVEN WAIT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So today was just one of those days. &amp;nbsp;I'm worn out. &amp;nbsp;And after I finish this blog I'm going to clean my house for an hour then go to bed. &amp;nbsp;Nothing is ever done around here. &amp;nbsp;But really quick I'll say that even though today felt horrible I had peace. &amp;nbsp;I ran and prayed. &amp;nbsp;I'm realizing that when I have these days I can't pray for God to take them from me. &amp;nbsp;I can only pray that he'll help me have the strength to change my attitude and to see the good in my life. &amp;nbsp;And when I willingly accept his peace and joy, only then will my attitude change. &amp;nbsp;He won't force anything on me... even his peace. &amp;nbsp;I'm almost thirty and just now figuring this out. &amp;nbsp;Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-1850669240758503528?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/1850669240758503528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=1850669240758503528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/1850669240758503528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/1850669240758503528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/09/today-was-rough-one.html' title='Today was a rough one...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XYkkPfHy5eY/TngVZ49CUiI/AAAAAAAABTw/OlyFYDMIzdw/s72-c/IMG_2919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-5121591264165263063</id><published>2011-09-10T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T22:31:48.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in LOVE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thursday morning started just like any other day. &amp;nbsp;I had a stressful morning getting the girls out of the house and to preschool. &amp;nbsp;I dropped Claire off, then Faye. &amp;nbsp;I got back on the freeway and I literally took a deep breath, listened to music and was super excited to have 3 1/2 hours to myself. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At 9:25 am I got a call from a blocked number. &amp;nbsp;I normally would never answer but I did. &amp;nbsp;It was Regina from our agency. &amp;nbsp;She asked me if I had a minute to talk. &amp;nbsp;I said yes but didn't think anything of it since we'd been going over some paperwork stuff earlier in the week. &amp;nbsp;And then she said, "We have a little guy here for you. &amp;nbsp;Can I email you his picture and medical reports?" &amp;nbsp;I immediately started bawling. &amp;nbsp;I told her &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;YES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;I pulled over because I couldn't see through my tears. &amp;nbsp;My heart felt like it was going to explode. &amp;nbsp;I was soo extremely overwhelmed with joy but I was also nervous. &amp;nbsp;Honestly I felt exactly the same way I did the morning I found out I was pregnant with both girls. &amp;nbsp;I was hopeful and surprised even though I totally knew it was coming. &amp;nbsp;Honestly though, I wasn't expecting to hear anything about our baby until the end of September. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I called Lane as soon as I got off the phone with Regina. &amp;nbsp;He was pretty shocked and told me that I had to wait for him to open the email. &amp;nbsp;He got off early and we met at home. &amp;nbsp;I set up the video camera so I could record our faces while we saw his little face for the first time. &amp;nbsp;I hope he'll love that someday:) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And man oh man. &amp;nbsp;We opened that email and I couldn't believe my eyes. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Our baby. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Our son.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The baby boy that we have been hoping and praying for was right before our eyes. &amp;nbsp;Finally. &amp;nbsp;I knew instantly that he was meant for us. &amp;nbsp;My heart is aching for him at this very moment. &amp;nbsp;I want him here so bad. &amp;nbsp;But I do know that the Lord has perfect timing. &amp;nbsp;I feel so blessed to have come this far in the process. &amp;nbsp;I feel so blessed to know the face of this little person that was meant for our family. &amp;nbsp;We are so very lucky to have been chosen for him. &amp;nbsp;Thank you God for choosing us. &amp;nbsp;We are so grateful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sadly I can't post a picture. &amp;nbsp;I don't know what the policies are on that. &amp;nbsp;I know they're different for every country or agency. &amp;nbsp;As soon as I can I will! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But thank you friends and family for all of your prayers for our little man. &amp;nbsp;He's perfect and he's perfect for us. &amp;nbsp;Please continue to pray that things will move along and that his journey home will be smooth. &amp;nbsp;Right now we are looking at bringing him home in about 11 months. &amp;nbsp;That puts us at August of 2012. &amp;nbsp;So hopefully things will stay on track! &amp;nbsp;Hoping and praying! &amp;nbsp;Thanks again friends for all of your love and support. &amp;nbsp;We feel it and we're so thankful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-5121591264165263063?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/5121591264165263063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=5121591264165263063' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/5121591264165263063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/5121591264165263063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m in LOVE.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-713100833097824777</id><published>2011-08-24T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T21:13:47.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting there...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life has been interesting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been trying &lt;i&gt;realllly&lt;/i&gt; hard to get my priorities straight, to exercise more, to get more sleep, to eat better, to pray more, to take all of my supplements and vitamins and to be a good mom, daughter, sister, wife and friend at the same time. &amp;nbsp;It's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;hard&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to do all of this. &amp;nbsp;The easiest way for me is to write everything down, at least until I get into a crazy consistent routine. &amp;nbsp;I haven't found that place yet where I just automatically do these things. It's going to take time. &amp;nbsp;Lot's of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lane and I just sat down and wrote down a workout plan for me. &amp;nbsp;Along with training for the Vegas half marathon in December I'm doing a TON of strength training. &amp;nbsp;I can feel my body changing and it's fun. &amp;nbsp;It's cool to feel stronger. &amp;nbsp;I just started this routine so I haven't been running... at all. &amp;nbsp;Right now I'm just getting stronger then I'll start running more and more as the half marathon gets closer. &amp;nbsp;The goal is to run this thing and feel good, to have no knee pain and to finish feeling strong and like I could keep going. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, I'm on a ton of supplements/vitamins. &amp;nbsp;From calcium to aloe shots to progesterone cream... It's sooo hard for me to remember to take everything. &amp;nbsp;Why do I have such hard time with this??? &amp;nbsp;But I know I feel better when I take them so I need to stick with it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good sleep is a work in progress. &amp;nbsp;I mean all I have to do is go to bed earlier, but I have a hard time with that considering that I &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; my evening alone time. &amp;nbsp;I love watching TV and folding laundry and I love to clean at night. &amp;nbsp;I get so much done. &amp;nbsp;I just need to let that go though and sleep more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm almost 30 years old and I'm finally learning that in order for me to be a better mom, daughter, sister, wife and friend I have to be healthy and strong. &amp;nbsp;When I am healthy and strong and eating right I am happy. &amp;nbsp;And when I am happy I'm a better person all around. &amp;nbsp;So with all that said, I &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to take care of me first. &amp;nbsp;This sounds selfish I know. &amp;nbsp;But it's totally true and right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to be good to them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D3XtaxJvz9Y/TlXKxRgfqtI/AAAAAAAABTk/o2KLOKQcf7Y/s1600/IMG_2497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D3XtaxJvz9Y/TlXKxRgfqtI/AAAAAAAABTk/o2KLOKQcf7Y/s400/IMG_2497.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o3PZiZxKYL8/TlXK5EEJtAI/AAAAAAAABTo/T9pZLdCgs8A/s1600/IMG_2323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o3PZiZxKYL8/TlXK5EEJtAI/AAAAAAAABTo/T9pZLdCgs8A/s400/IMG_2323.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vp746DYPk9o/TlXLPkqFfCI/AAAAAAAABTs/lFprVGz7H0Q/s1600/IMG_0492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vp746DYPk9o/TlXLPkqFfCI/AAAAAAAABTs/lFprVGz7H0Q/s400/IMG_0492.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They're worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-713100833097824777?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/713100833097824777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=713100833097824777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/713100833097824777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/713100833097824777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/08/getting-there.html' title='Getting there...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D3XtaxJvz9Y/TlXKxRgfqtI/AAAAAAAABTk/o2KLOKQcf7Y/s72-c/IMG_2497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-7808545542702973423</id><published>2011-08-12T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T21:05:40.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pixie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As some of you know Faye loves to cut her hair. &amp;nbsp;She also loves to have other people cut her hair, particularly other 3 year olds. &amp;nbsp;We went camping a few weeks ago at Lake San Antonio and Faye told her precious little friend Danica, "Find some scissors and cut my hair." &amp;nbsp;And you know me! &amp;nbsp;Of course there were scissors in my purse! &amp;nbsp;Right there in the tent where they were playing. &amp;nbsp;Even after the experience we'd had a few weeks prior when Faye cut her own hair a few times because we literally have 6 pairs of scissors just laying around the house. &amp;nbsp;I know what you're going to tell me... &amp;nbsp;PUT THOSE SCISSORS UP! &amp;nbsp;And the funny thing is after all of this, I still haven't. &amp;nbsp;Ooops. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, so her little friend did a little snippy snip. &amp;nbsp; She actually cut it pretty even. &amp;nbsp;She cut both sides, right above the ear. &amp;nbsp;It's hard to get the full effect when it's not in person... but it wasn't pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YHsUfdInHAM/TkX2SibAb3I/AAAAAAAABTQ/DrR2JfllJlw/s1600/IMG_2499.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YHsUfdInHAM/TkX2SibAb3I/AAAAAAAABTQ/DrR2JfllJlw/s400/IMG_2499.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQjXZIWQUe4/TkX2a_FrFFI/AAAAAAAABTU/smzL1jPRbCw/s1600/IMG_2503.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQjXZIWQUe4/TkX2a_FrFFI/AAAAAAAABTU/smzL1jPRbCw/s400/IMG_2503.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My amazing friend Amy cut it and it looks ADORABLE. &amp;nbsp;She did such a good job! Seriously I look at it and I want to chop my hair off! &amp;nbsp;It's &lt;i&gt;sooo&lt;/i&gt; cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jZxFdc9BmsA/TkX2iBaDeuI/AAAAAAAABTY/VDmJ6aWvwxI/s1600/IMG_2507.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jZxFdc9BmsA/TkX2iBaDeuI/AAAAAAAABTY/VDmJ6aWvwxI/s400/IMG_2507.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And the pixie cut is back in style, right??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kQIzQJfrxak/TkX2onNfknI/AAAAAAAABTc/wxMlGP4sTrE/s1600/IMG_2517.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kQIzQJfrxak/TkX2onNfknI/AAAAAAAABTc/wxMlGP4sTrE/s400/IMG_2517.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And just for fun here's my little beauties sunbathing in the yard. &amp;nbsp;I love summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rjBLU91XQz4/TkX2py10bVI/AAAAAAAABTg/iCIqBocTwvM/s1600/IMG_2515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rjBLU91XQz4/TkX2py10bVI/AAAAAAAABTg/iCIqBocTwvM/s400/IMG_2515.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-7808545542702973423?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/7808545542702973423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=7808545542702973423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/7808545542702973423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/7808545542702973423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/08/pixie.html' title='Pixie.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YHsUfdInHAM/TkX2SibAb3I/AAAAAAAABTQ/DrR2JfllJlw/s72-c/IMG_2499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-9083582123266198658</id><published>2011-08-09T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T17:17:13.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never ever post pictures on my blog anymore... I thought it was time. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've been sooo busy this summer. &amp;nbsp;We've been all over the place. &amp;nbsp;Camping, Sea World, camping, concerts, and more camping... I'm so glad we just get to be home now. &amp;nbsp;School starts soon and we're just relaxing till then! &amp;nbsp;Aaaaahhh. &amp;nbsp;Feels good. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's our summer in pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vRVRodGFlKM/TkHJeYmK4-I/AAAAAAAABSg/pUXmxfZYuOE/s1600/IMG_2434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vRVRodGFlKM/TkHJeYmK4-I/AAAAAAAABSg/pUXmxfZYuOE/s400/IMG_2434.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Most mornings we hang out late in bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-myE1CION9Os/TkHJooUdojI/AAAAAAAABSk/Ew8qQcUubMY/s1600/IMG_2454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-myE1CION9Os/TkHJooUdojI/AAAAAAAABSk/Ew8qQcUubMY/s400/IMG_2454.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; Lake San Antonio!!! &amp;nbsp;It's hot and we swim all day. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YqgKZo8QYyE/TkHJyOrKryI/AAAAAAAABSo/DzKd2-nY_H8/s1600/IMG_2458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YqgKZo8QYyE/TkHJyOrKryI/AAAAAAAABSo/DzKd2-nY_H8/s400/IMG_2458.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QLA5RFw9H7I/TkHJ7vpS1gI/AAAAAAAABSs/nFWfUMrzmZk/s1600/IMG_2470.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QLA5RFw9H7I/TkHJ7vpS1gI/AAAAAAAABSs/nFWfUMrzmZk/s400/IMG_2470.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Trouble maker. &amp;nbsp;Bridgette. &amp;nbsp;We took her to the lake last week. &amp;nbsp;She went into the water and swam out. &amp;nbsp;I had to dive in and save her life. &amp;nbsp;No joke. &amp;nbsp;She was way under. &amp;nbsp;She lived!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LLgTAng6PcA/TkHLI-eHQ1I/AAAAAAAABS4/UjlbNZpXBr8/s1600/IMG_2478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LLgTAng6PcA/TkHLI-eHQ1I/AAAAAAAABS4/UjlbNZpXBr8/s400/IMG_2478.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shaver Lake Bakery. &amp;nbsp;We had Chunky Bread for breakfast and it was insanely good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u9ogr-icR8o/TkHLKFH-8oI/AAAAAAAABS8/BbFrpt_epFY/s1600/IMG_2491.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u9ogr-icR8o/TkHLKFH-8oI/AAAAAAAABS8/BbFrpt_epFY/s400/IMG_2491.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Faye being cute. &amp;nbsp;As usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7M-h5cQFUxY/TkHLLH1h7gI/AAAAAAAABTA/Wr_NNGG-Chc/s1600/IMG_2493.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7M-h5cQFUxY/TkHLLH1h7gI/AAAAAAAABTA/Wr_NNGG-Chc/s400/IMG_2493.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't they look old in this??? &amp;nbsp;So funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U5obRegPpyI/TkHJ85V_QKI/AAAAAAAABSw/ZHva4QHAZOg/s1600/IMG_2412.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U5obRegPpyI/TkHJ85V_QKI/AAAAAAAABSw/ZHva4QHAZOg/s400/IMG_2412.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Selena Gomez concert with Suzanne!!! &amp;nbsp;We had soo much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XnaJGtNOXX4/TkHKDT3Eq1I/AAAAAAAABS0/ZTdNQKbMcRc/s1600/IMG_2414.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XnaJGtNOXX4/TkHKDT3Eq1I/AAAAAAAABS0/ZTdNQKbMcRc/s400/IMG_2414.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kbgtt4LiuIc/TkHLtaBjWSI/AAAAAAAABTE/BGOdnMmHeI0/s1600/IMG_1051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kbgtt4LiuIc/TkHLtaBjWSI/AAAAAAAABTE/BGOdnMmHeI0/s400/IMG_1051.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And lastly some pictures of Lane's new girlfriend. &amp;nbsp;It's a jeep and he loves it. &amp;nbsp;He actually spent the morning and afternoon of our 9th wedding anniversary with it. &amp;nbsp;Yay! &amp;nbsp;But really it's pretty cool and I guess he did some crazy trails with it or something... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YWwkGT-CBHo/TkHLxY1y3XI/AAAAAAAABTI/HDGAtvwCLiw/s1600/IMG_1055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YWwkGT-CBHo/TkHLxY1y3XI/AAAAAAAABTI/HDGAtvwCLiw/s400/IMG_1055.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uZ4-g9ZhWEo/TkHL1ri2yLI/AAAAAAAABTM/83XcO4FNuCA/s1600/IMG_1058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uZ4-g9ZhWEo/TkHL1ri2yLI/AAAAAAAABTM/83XcO4FNuCA/s400/IMG_1058.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So that's our life in a few pictures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Life is good. &amp;nbsp;We're happy and having fun and &lt;b&gt;STILL &lt;/b&gt;waiting to hear something... ANYTHING!!! from the adoption agency. &amp;nbsp;We're still at #2 and we have been for a few weeks. &amp;nbsp;C'mon baby boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-9083582123266198658?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/9083582123266198658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=9083582123266198658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/9083582123266198658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/9083582123266198658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/08/picture-update.html' title='Picture update...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vRVRodGFlKM/TkHJeYmK4-I/AAAAAAAABSg/pUXmxfZYuOE/s72-c/IMG_2434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-4393383697269943784</id><published>2011-07-26T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T00:05:37.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As some of you know I keep a journal with letters to our baby. &amp;nbsp;It's hard right now because all of my letters say the same things over and over again... but I keep writing them because I'm &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; thinking about him and I have to let him know. &amp;nbsp;You'd think it would be hard to write letters to a little person that you've never seen or met but it's so easy. &amp;nbsp;He is such a part of us already. &amp;nbsp;He's talked about all day long. &amp;nbsp;He is prayed for and loved and adored. &amp;nbsp;Here's one of my letters...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Written June 1st, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello little one. &amp;nbsp;Life has been so busy, but I'm thinking of you all day long. &amp;nbsp;We pray for you every night, for your tiny body and you little beating heart... for every little part of you. &amp;nbsp;We pray that your foster family is loving on you like crazy! &amp;nbsp;We miss you! &amp;nbsp;Can we miss you?? &amp;nbsp;We haven't met you yet. &amp;nbsp;I have never held you or looked into your face but I miss you so much! &amp;nbsp;My life is incomplete. &amp;nbsp;My heart is aching to hold you and kiss your sweet face and I just want to tell you that I love you! &amp;nbsp;Baby boy, come home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope that he looks back on these letters one day and knows how loved he was even before we saw him or met him for the first time. &amp;nbsp;I hope he knows that he was a part of our family from the moment God put him on our hearts. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I seriously love our little baby boy! &amp;nbsp;I've been having a rough time with the wait lately. &amp;nbsp;But I'm feeling peace about everything. &amp;nbsp;I'm not stressed... just a little sad. &amp;nbsp;I just always feels like something is missing. &amp;nbsp;We should be seeing his picture for the first time any day now!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-4393383697269943784?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/4393383697269943784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=4393383697269943784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/4393383697269943784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/4393383697269943784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/07/dear-baby.html' title='Dear baby...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-8364793751914708090</id><published>2011-07-09T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T22:24:35.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BFF's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AI0wZ1DcXzY/Thk2lCS-qXI/AAAAAAAABSc/mdv91YeqoTY/s1600/IMG_1590.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AI0wZ1DcXzY/Thk2lCS-qXI/AAAAAAAABSc/mdv91YeqoTY/s400/IMG_1590.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE that Claire and &amp;nbsp;Faye have each other. &amp;nbsp;Lately they are the best of friends. &amp;nbsp;And I'm loving it. &amp;nbsp;They still fight... a lot. &amp;nbsp;But when they are not fighting they've got a pretty amazing little thing goin' on. &amp;nbsp;They laugh, they scream, they run around, they play make believe &lt;i&gt;allllll&lt;/i&gt; day, they talk, they read, they watch movies, they color, they pick out each other's outfits and shoes... they do everything together... no wonder why they fight! &amp;nbsp;But I look at their little friendship and I just think it's so freaking cool how God does that. &amp;nbsp;They have each other. &amp;nbsp;They will always have each other. &amp;nbsp;And I pray every night that they will be patient and kind to each other... and I will pray this when they're 15 and 17, I'll even pray this prayer when they are in their 30's. &amp;nbsp;But they have such a bond and it's so cool to see them grow together. &amp;nbsp;It's cool to see how they influence each other and need each other and I hope and pray that it will always be that way. &amp;nbsp;They are sooo different but sooo made for each other. &amp;nbsp;What a special thing to have. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I can't even wait to watch them love on their baby brother!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ys9Aa6dntoY/Thk12_Xlq6I/AAAAAAAABSM/P9yuF6aI70E/s1600/IMG_1594.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ys9Aa6dntoY/Thk12_Xlq6I/AAAAAAAABSM/P9yuF6aI70E/s400/IMG_1594.JPG" 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along and that we'll have patience. &amp;nbsp;If this falls through I want to be okay with it. &amp;nbsp;I know I'll be heartbroken because I have my heart set on that sweet little asian face but I'm trusting that God knows what is best for our family. &amp;nbsp;So this is just a little update. &amp;nbsp;We need your prayers friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-5308133506683207154?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/5308133506683207154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=5308133506683207154' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;We've had a great week. &amp;nbsp;Lane was off and we went camping at Lake San Antonio with our wonderful friends. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so nice to get away and to sit by a lake and do &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;absolutely nothing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; for three days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I was there I also did a lot of thinking... more on that in a minute...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, a week or so before our camping trip Lane bought a gnarly trailer. &amp;nbsp;An authentic army trailer to be exact. &amp;nbsp;I have to admit, it's pretty sweet. &amp;nbsp;When we got it, it looked like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iFAC3ybGOMU/TggEg_-W2_I/AAAAAAAABR0/j4RvQiRNLW8/s1600/IMG_2154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iFAC3ybGOMU/TggEg_-W2_I/AAAAAAAABR0/j4RvQiRNLW8/s400/IMG_2154.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He did some work on it and painted it black. &amp;nbsp;He also mounted a huge box for us to store stuff in. &amp;nbsp;And our rig ended up looking like this, which is awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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legit, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On the way up to the lake we took the top off the jeep and drove. &amp;nbsp;It was hot out! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IXIcg_d0LS8/TggFah84wWI/AAAAAAAABR8/6e2VD3KdRcc/s1600/IMG_2230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IXIcg_d0LS8/TggFah84wWI/AAAAAAAABR8/6e2VD3KdRcc/s400/IMG_2230.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We got to the lake and the girls ran to the water and pretty much stayed there for the next three days. &amp;nbsp;They &lt;b&gt;LOVED&lt;/b&gt; it. &amp;nbsp;I've never camped at this lake before. &amp;nbsp;But it was cool. &amp;nbsp;There were no real bathrooms, just port-a-potties, (GROSS!!!) and no showers. &amp;nbsp;But I loved it. &amp;nbsp;We got really dirty. &amp;nbsp;We didn't shower the entire time and that was kind of fun. &amp;nbsp;I didn't stress about it at all. &amp;nbsp;Big step for me! &amp;nbsp;Woo hoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GISxhTQlqJc/TggHAN3InLI/AAAAAAAABSE/7Ak4TTPFaeQ/s1600/IMG_2241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GISxhTQlqJc/TggHAN3InLI/AAAAAAAABSE/7Ak4TTPFaeQ/s400/IMG_2241.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Claire did soo good in the water this trip! &amp;nbsp;She's always been a little scared of the water. &amp;nbsp;But she was all about it. &amp;nbsp;She was swimming around with her little tube on and didn't have any freak outs. &amp;nbsp;She did awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-si3_S6Pbn38/TggHieWjblI/AAAAAAAABSI/GTXbDP9CVTc/s1600/IMG_0670.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-si3_S6Pbn38/TggHieWjblI/AAAAAAAABSI/GTXbDP9CVTc/s400/IMG_0670.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And Faye was just as crazy as ever. &amp;nbsp;She was adorable (as usual) and really wild. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So all in all, it was great. &amp;nbsp;Camping is great because you can have so much fun with so little. &amp;nbsp;You just sit back and appreciate your family and the beauty around you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had so much fun and we can't wait to go back! &amp;nbsp;Soon! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now, back to the other thing...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;God has &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;really really&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; been laying "patience" on my heart! &amp;nbsp;Like big time. &amp;nbsp;There are so many things that I need to give up to him. &amp;nbsp;There are so many things that I need to let go of. &amp;nbsp;(Isn't this everyone's story?? &amp;nbsp;I know!) &amp;nbsp;But I feel like God wants to do something big in me. &amp;nbsp;I'm excited! &amp;nbsp;I want to be stirred and moved and changed. &amp;nbsp;But I can't be until I let go of ME. &amp;nbsp;I love life too much. &amp;nbsp;I love things, and money, and I want to be more fit and have prettier hair. &amp;nbsp;I want to have better skin and cuter clothes. &amp;nbsp;I want something &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;all. the. time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &amp;nbsp;But this &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;IS NOT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; what he wants for me. &amp;nbsp;He wants me to have what will last. &amp;nbsp;Peace, hope, joy, love, patience... &amp;nbsp;He wants me to be humble and to love him with my whole heart. &amp;nbsp;He wants me to let go of the things of this world and to cling to him. &amp;nbsp;And I want these things that he wants to give to me... but now he's reminding me that I need to be patient. &amp;nbsp;That it won't happen overnight. &amp;nbsp;I won't wake up tomorrow and have these things. &amp;nbsp;These are things that I need to work for. &amp;nbsp;Things that I need to seek out and search for. &amp;nbsp;These things will come to me when I ask for them and truly want them and when I'm willing to give up everything else. &amp;nbsp;So I'm starting a journey. &amp;nbsp;A journey to true peace and hope. &amp;nbsp;I love that in our relationship with God there is always more room to grow. &amp;nbsp;There are always new things to learn. &amp;nbsp;I'm excited to see how he changes me this time. &amp;nbsp;This goes a lot deeper but that's all I want to share for now. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Goodnight friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br 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things...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iFAC3ybGOMU/TggEg_-W2_I/AAAAAAAABR0/j4RvQiRNLW8/s72-c/IMG_2154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-3859273553597401645</id><published>2011-06-14T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T18:51:24.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye outage.  Phew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been a while. &amp;nbsp;I haven't wanted to blog/ have nothing to blog about/ have been too busy to blog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But today I'm blogging. &amp;nbsp;Nothing too interesting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Lane is finally working a normal schedule again! &amp;nbsp;Thank goodness!!! &amp;nbsp;That was an insane month and a half. &amp;nbsp;It was too much. &amp;nbsp;I made it through, but it was rough and I'm exhausted. &amp;nbsp;We had numerous colds, strep throat, nervous breakdowns, horrendous tantrums, nights where I just didn't care that the girls were staying up till 11 pm, and times where I hadn't cleaned the house for a week straight. &amp;nbsp;And now were ending it with a round of colds. &amp;nbsp;Yes. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just so grateful for Lane. &amp;nbsp;Not really seeing him for six weeks makes me realize how much we need him around. &amp;nbsp;Not only does he help so much with the girls and around the house, our family is just so much better with him here. &amp;nbsp;The girls listen better. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now summer has begun and it's been interesting. &amp;nbsp;With no school there is a lot of arguing happening. &amp;nbsp;Not only between Claire and Faye but between me and Claire. &amp;nbsp;Ugh. &amp;nbsp;It's amazing how being apart for 4 hours 3 days a week helps. &amp;nbsp;We've been together &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;24/7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, even though the girls are feeling a bit under the weather we went out to Avila Barn and then tried to see Kung Fu Panda 2. &amp;nbsp;We went with my mom and aunt. &amp;nbsp;I can't tell you how the movie was because Faye was ready to leave 20 minutes in. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some pics from Avila Barn. &amp;nbsp;One of our favorite&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;places...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dy8OgRjmL9A/Tff_z1j77YI/AAAAAAAABRs/RtFiFzc06R4/s1600/IMG_2125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dy8OgRjmL9A/Tff_z1j77YI/AAAAAAAABRs/RtFiFzc06R4/s320/IMG_2125.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7BNbCvfCbxk/Tff_YddHvuI/AAAAAAAABRg/hjvzpZSEhQ4/s1600/IMG_2111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7BNbCvfCbxk/Tff_YddHvuI/AAAAAAAABRg/hjvzpZSEhQ4/s320/IMG_2111.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QsNBKEJoi5c/Tff_90lS9iI/AAAAAAAABRw/u8_G5YKoLEc/s1600/IMG_2134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QsNBKEJoi5c/Tff_90lS9iI/AAAAAAAABRw/u8_G5YKoLEc/s320/IMG_2134.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Poor Foofie... not feelin' good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here are some randoms...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rK5XYbgTAS8/Tff-oyyxhnI/AAAAAAAABRM/9GTZkuyGS6g/s1600/IMG_2072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rK5XYbgTAS8/Tff-oyyxhnI/AAAAAAAABRM/9GTZkuyGS6g/s320/IMG_2072.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Proof that we have a cool dog. &amp;nbsp;They nap together all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ym7qcOuwVL0/Tff-1Ppw9SI/AAAAAAAABRQ/2ADAqQEa8-Y/s1600/IMG_2074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ym7qcOuwVL0/Tff-1Ppw9SI/AAAAAAAABRQ/2ADAqQEa8-Y/s320/IMG_2074.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They even nap like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hn_n8GoqTuE/Tff-2R6-b_I/AAAAAAAABRU/_EjX8CSdm7I/s1600/IMG_2092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hn_n8GoqTuE/Tff-2R6-b_I/AAAAAAAABRU/_EjX8CSdm7I/s320/IMG_2092.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And proof that I have a cool husband. &amp;nbsp;Folding laundry for 2 1/2 hours. &amp;nbsp;Pretty sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And nothing is new with our adoption! &amp;nbsp;Still waiting! &amp;nbsp;But checking my email 50 times a day for word from the agency! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-3859273553597401645?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/3859273553597401645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=3859273553597401645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/3859273553597401645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/3859273553597401645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/06/goodbye-outage-phew.html' title='Goodbye outage.  Phew.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XwhdJsPIUEw/Tff-_iYlfqI/AAAAAAAABRY/fwoXI-R1mmw/s72-c/IMG_2105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-3089452273902555668</id><published>2011-05-27T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T10:26:27.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Control.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday was a bad day. &amp;nbsp;One of the worst I've had in a LONG time. &amp;nbsp;And it wasn't because of anxiety. &amp;nbsp;It was just a bad day. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;First of all, Lane has been working like 80 hours a week. &amp;nbsp;So I'm tired. &amp;nbsp;And we miss him. &amp;nbsp;We all miss him. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;And then yesterday we just had all kinds of things happen. &amp;nbsp;Crazy car problems, kid problems, I was an emotional wreck... &amp;nbsp;It was just a reallllly long day. &amp;nbsp;I'm worn out. &amp;nbsp;Yesterday sucked. &amp;nbsp;All around sucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;After a really long day and having our car break down in Monterey, we finally made it home after 1 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;I've come so far with my anxiety. &amp;nbsp;I've written about it a dozen times. &amp;nbsp;But last night in bed around 2 am I just felt this fear. &amp;nbsp;My mind was racing and I felt afraid. &amp;nbsp;I don't even know what I'm really so afraid of. &amp;nbsp;But I got up and prayed for the girls and kissed them. &amp;nbsp;I love doing this when they're sleeping. &amp;nbsp;I got back into bed and got this book out that I read awhile ago called Living Fearlessly. &amp;nbsp;In the first part of the book she has all of these prayers that she calls "fearful prayers". &amp;nbsp;They are all the prayers she wrote down in the beginning of her "letting go of fear" journey. &amp;nbsp; I read this one last night and I had to share...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Dear God, I want to love you with my whole heart. &amp;nbsp;I want to trust you, but I'm afraid. &amp;nbsp;I'm afraid I'll lose control --- and then anything could happen. &amp;nbsp;I wonder what you'll ask me to do to prove that I love you or what you might take away from me and how painful will it be. &amp;nbsp;I want to change, but I don't know how. &amp;nbsp;I know you know that. &amp;nbsp;Please help me. &amp;nbsp;Please do it gently."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;It's so simple. &amp;nbsp;And this is what I fear most. &amp;nbsp;Losing control. &amp;nbsp;I want control over my life and over my girls. Their happiness, their health. &amp;nbsp;But I have to let go of this. &amp;nbsp;I can do my best as a mom, but in the end life is out of my control and I'm still trying to figure out how to be okay with that. &amp;nbsp;I'm still not ready to be okay with that and it's something I might be working on for a&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;VERY&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;long time...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;So if you have any stories to share with me I'd appreciate. &amp;nbsp;If any of you deal with this fear of not being in control... I want you to share! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iBWjRSRxwY8/Td_dMdqqBgI/AAAAAAAABRA/PTD_PSknjZo/s1600/221642_1943375658001_1050758715_2291864_2593427_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iBWjRSRxwY8/Td_dMdqqBgI/AAAAAAAABRA/PTD_PSknjZo/s400/221642_1943375658001_1050758715_2291864_2593427_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My two little lovelies!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Thanks for this picture Krista.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-3089452273902555668?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/3089452273902555668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=3089452273902555668' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/3089452273902555668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/3089452273902555668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/05/losing-control.html' title='Losing Control.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iBWjRSRxwY8/Td_dMdqqBgI/AAAAAAAABRA/PTD_PSknjZo/s72-c/221642_1943375658001_1050758715_2291864_2593427_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-2853638912887117420</id><published>2011-05-21T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T17:30:50.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garage Sale DONE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today went soo well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My goal was to raise $500. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We did a little better than that... &amp;nbsp;We raised $832!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh it feels so good to know that we have $832 to go towards the adoption. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our garage sale was insane. &amp;nbsp;We had &lt;b&gt;SO MUCH STUFF&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;And not only that... it was mostly clothes and little things... so you can only imagine how much we had to sell to raise that much money... also keep in mind we were selling a lot of the clothes for 25¢ a piece. &amp;nbsp;That's&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; A LOT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of clothes! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We closed down today and all we had left were clothes. &amp;nbsp;We ended up giving it to the thrift store. &amp;nbsp;We decided we didn't have enough stuff to do another sale tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so worried that this wouldn't be worth it. &amp;nbsp;But man, this ended up being super duper cool!!! &amp;nbsp;Yay!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I can't write this without thanking the people that helped. &amp;nbsp;My aunt, who let us use her house and helped a ton, the wonderful Suzanne, Marika, and Amy, and my parents. &amp;nbsp;I have amazing people in my life. &amp;nbsp;I'm so thankful for all you guys did today. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now it's time to relax!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-2853638912887117420?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/2853638912887117420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=2853638912887117420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/2853638912887117420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/2853638912887117420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/05/garage-sale-done.html' title='Garage Sale DONE!!!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-7673128311159288978</id><published>2011-05-16T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T15:59:54.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for EVEN longer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So... I've been anxious today. &amp;nbsp;Not anxious anxious... but just feeling antsy. &amp;nbsp;We keep hearing different things about the agency in Korea. &amp;nbsp;Now we're hearing the wait is &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;14 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; from referral time. &amp;nbsp;That means we probably won't travel to get our baby boy until August or September of 2012!!! &amp;nbsp;I feel so overwhelmed. &amp;nbsp;It also means that our son will be over 18 months old when he comes home. &amp;nbsp;I don't know. &amp;nbsp;I just need to trust God. &amp;nbsp;To trust that he has a plan and that he makes all things work for good. &amp;nbsp;When we went into this... the wait time from referral was 8-9 months. &amp;nbsp;The difference between 9 months and 14 months is HUGE. &amp;nbsp;Especially when you're looking at a baby's development. &amp;nbsp;He'll change so much from 12 months to 18 months. &amp;nbsp;I'm just so frustrated! &amp;nbsp;Okay, okay. &amp;nbsp;I got that out. &amp;nbsp;I feel a little better now. &amp;nbsp;I have days where I'm completely okay with it and days where it breaks my heart. &amp;nbsp;Today, it's breaking my heart. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-7673128311159288978?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/7673128311159288978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=7673128311159288978' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/7673128311159288978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/7673128311159288978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/05/waiting-for-even-longer.html' title='Waiting for EVEN longer...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-2761005314431782834</id><published>2011-05-10T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T14:54:16.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even more waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got an email on Saturday. &amp;nbsp;A bummer of an email. &amp;nbsp;It was from our agency, stating that adoptions are really slowing down in South Korea. &amp;nbsp;South Korea has a goal to stop international adoptions completely within the next few years. &amp;nbsp;Some say it's supposed to shut down by 2012, others say 2016. &amp;nbsp;I don't know which is correct. &amp;nbsp;But either way, things are slowing down and that's a bummer for all of us that are waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I got the email, I didn't feel stressed though. &amp;nbsp;I felt calm and okay with everything. &amp;nbsp;Life is soo busy with two little girls and Lane working like crazy. &amp;nbsp;A few extra months of waiting is okay with me. &amp;nbsp;That gives me more time to get ready for him. &amp;nbsp;To get his room ready and to work on other parts of our house. &amp;nbsp;My goal is to stay super busy and time will fly. &amp;nbsp;Shoot, it already is. &amp;nbsp;I can't believe how fast time flies after you have kids. &amp;nbsp;It's insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's looking like we'll still be getting our referral within the next month to month and a half and then we &lt;b&gt;WAIT&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Instead of waiting for 8 months after our referral, which is what we thought originally, we'll be waiting for closer to a year or maybe even a bit longer. &amp;nbsp;So when our son comes home he'll be almost 18 months old. &amp;nbsp;I feel like now knowing that he's going to be older I need to do a lot of research and learn &lt;b&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt; of korean words! &amp;nbsp;I know babies at 18 months may not talk a lot buy they can understand almost everything! &amp;nbsp;And the korean language is not an easy one to learn! &amp;nbsp;But we'll try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please continue to pray for us. &amp;nbsp;For patience and for peace. &amp;nbsp;I believe in God's timing. &amp;nbsp;The Lord knows us. &amp;nbsp;He knows our hearts and he knows our baby boy. &amp;nbsp;I know it'll all work out the way it's supposed to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3538149928813397544-2761005314431782834?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/2761005314431782834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=2761005314431782834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/2761005314431782834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/2761005314431782834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/05/even-more-waiting.html' title='Even more waiting...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-2598383390132273033</id><published>2011-05-06T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T14:12:36.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, acupuncture &amp; aloe vera.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is good. &amp;nbsp;We are busy and things are changing... improving. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've needed improvement in my life for so long now... over two years. &amp;nbsp;At the height of my anxiety there was no end in sight. &amp;nbsp;I thought I'd just be dealing with my "symptoms" forever. &amp;nbsp;Thank the Lord that that was not the case. &amp;nbsp;I needed time to grow and to change and that's exactly what I did. &amp;nbsp;Looking back now I can't even believe that I was ever in that place. &amp;nbsp;It seems so unreal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I conquered it. &amp;nbsp;I made it through without the help of meds. &amp;nbsp;Which now I'm realizing that meds may have helped me to get through it sooner, but that's okay. &amp;nbsp;I'm proud of how far I've come on my own. It took years but I'm here now. &amp;nbsp;I feel alive. &amp;nbsp;I feel accomplished. &amp;nbsp;I'm happy. &amp;nbsp;I have purpose. &amp;nbsp;Life is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still have anxiety. &amp;nbsp;I probably always will. &amp;nbsp;But I've learned how to stop it before it spirals out of control. &amp;nbsp;I do this with prayer, breathing, distraction, and just reminding myself that I don't have control over this life. &amp;nbsp;That what happens, happens. &amp;nbsp;And I'm okay with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday I went to my first acupuncture appointment. &amp;nbsp;It was pretty cool. &amp;nbsp;My acupuncturist is amazing. &amp;nbsp;She is so knowledgeable and I'm excited to see what she can do for me. &amp;nbsp;I'm gonna see her every week for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My anxiety is under control, but now instead of having shortness of breath, dizziness, or heart palpitations, it all goes straight to my stomach. &amp;nbsp;And then I have issues... stomach aches, nausea, heartburn... you name it. &amp;nbsp;It sucks. &amp;nbsp;So my acupuncturist really focused on my digestive system. &amp;nbsp;She put the needles in then I relaxed and had a nap!!! &amp;nbsp;It was incredible. &amp;nbsp;What a great way to escape!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also today I started drinking aloe vera juice. &amp;nbsp;I'm gonna take a couple shots a day. &amp;nbsp;It's really supposed to help with digestive issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So these are the new things I'm doing, along with eating good clean foods, drinking tons of water, exercising and trying to get more sleep. &amp;nbsp;Seriously people, improving your whole self will change your life. &amp;nbsp;I know I'm such a better person, mother and wife when I feel good. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Any of you a fan of acupuncture? &amp;nbsp;Tell me about your experience...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-2598383390132273033?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/2598383390132273033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=2598383390132273033' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/2598383390132273033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/2598383390132273033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-acupuncture-aloe-vera.html' title='Life, acupuncture &amp; aloe vera.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-3556639009363164453</id><published>2011-05-05T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T17:13:27.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#4.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been thinking about our baby constantly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over the past few weeks I've posted a few things on our adoption agency forum, wondering if anyone had heard of any movement on the list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every said, "Just call and ask!" &amp;nbsp;And I didn't want to bother the girls over at the agency so I didn't call...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I got some great news!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We're #4!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was shocked! &amp;nbsp;I was bawling my eyes out on the phone with the agency. &amp;nbsp;And then I called Lane and cried and then I called my mom and cried some more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just can't believe that we are sooo close to knowing who our baby boy is. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is real. &amp;nbsp;This is happening! &amp;nbsp;And I'm &lt;b&gt;sooo sooo&lt;/b&gt; incredibly excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-3556639009363164453?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/3556639009363164453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=3556639009363164453' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/3556639009363164453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/3556639009363164453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/05/4.html' title='#4.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-4295666070041871625</id><published>2011-04-26T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T22:48:59.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SON.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I wrote about this a little bit in my Disneyland blog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it's been so heavy on my heart I have to write more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart is aching for our baby. &amp;nbsp;I think about him constantly. &amp;nbsp;I honestly just feel like part of our family is missing. &amp;nbsp;And anytime the girls and I are laughing like crazy and having fun, or just sitting quietly and reading or cuddling I want him here so bad to share the moment with us. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is sooo much a part of of our family already. &amp;nbsp;He's part of our conversation all the time. &amp;nbsp;We pray for him every night... for his health and that he'll come home soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's just part of us! &amp;nbsp;And I &lt;b&gt;can't even&lt;/b&gt; wait to bring him home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been keeping a journal for him... It's more like a book of letters written to him. &amp;nbsp;I tell him about our day and how things are moving along with the agency. &amp;nbsp;I pray for him. &amp;nbsp;Keeping a journal for him was suggested to me by a friend who was adopted from South Korea. &amp;nbsp;I thought it was such a good idea and I started it as soon as we got going on the adoption. &amp;nbsp;I know one day he'll appreciate it greatly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know... I guess things are feeling more real because I started clearing out the play room to make room for his things... Not that he has a lot of things yet. &amp;nbsp;But he will soon. &amp;nbsp;So it's hitting hard that he is actually going to be here! &amp;nbsp;He'll have a room and his own toys and clothes. &amp;nbsp;It's crazy to think about. &amp;nbsp;We're going to have a son!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we're still at #7 on the waiting list. &amp;nbsp;We might be hearing some good news within in the next few weeks. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully, we'll have moved up a few spots! &amp;nbsp;But I'm not feeling anxious. &amp;nbsp;I'm feeling peace about everything. &amp;nbsp;I'm feeling like God knows exactly who he is. &amp;nbsp;He knows our son. &amp;nbsp;I've been praying that we'll bring the baby home that was made for our family and that the timing will be perfect. &amp;nbsp;He's out there and I trust that the Lord knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I just needed to write a little... about him. &amp;nbsp;About how much I love him and how much I can't wait to look at his precious face and feel so proud to call him my baby... my son. &amp;nbsp;Aaaahhh. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little man... here I am in California. &amp;nbsp;And there you are in South Korea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jfWJgtagfxI/TbeuMNELOUI/AAAAAAAABQ4/MApnR0mNbnM/s1600/south-korea1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jfWJgtagfxI/TbeuMNELOUI/AAAAAAAABQ4/MApnR0mNbnM/s320/south-korea1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so far apart but you are my son and &lt;b&gt;I adore you&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-4295666070041871625?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/4295666070041871625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=4295666070041871625' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/4295666070041871625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/4295666070041871625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-son.html' title='MY SON.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jfWJgtagfxI/TbeuMNELOUI/AAAAAAAABQ4/MApnR0mNbnM/s72-c/south-korea1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-9178161179145222883</id><published>2011-04-16T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T15:39:32.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Wednesday evening we drove to Anaheim so we could go to Disneyland Thursday morning. &amp;nbsp;Yay!!! &amp;nbsp;Me and the girls had been talking about it for weeks and we were so excited. &amp;nbsp;Kind of last minute we got Brittany (sister-in-law/auntie) to go with us. &amp;nbsp;I'm so glad she did. &amp;nbsp;Also, my mom, dad and my aunt came with us. &amp;nbsp;Then while we were there my older brother and his girlfriend Natalie met us for dinner and Lane's sister, Dani also met up with us. &amp;nbsp;Family renunion!!!! &amp;nbsp;It was a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we made it about 10 miles from our house and I got a speeding ticket!!!!!!!! &amp;nbsp;I honestly didn't even notice that I was going 83! &amp;nbsp;The girls had How to Train your Dragon blasting on their DVD players and I didn't hear the siren. &amp;nbsp;The cop was mad and said he'd had his lights and siren on for "a long time". &amp;nbsp;Ooops. &amp;nbsp;While he was writing up my ticket Claire was screaming in the back seat saying that she wanted to go to Disneyland!!! &amp;nbsp;She didn't think we were gonna make it. &amp;nbsp;Then she asked about every 15 minutes on the way down if we were there yet. &amp;nbsp;We finally made it to our hotel at 10:00 pm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all slept good. &amp;nbsp;We got ready and off we went!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WVRzHmnNV60/TaoWI8as1uI/AAAAAAAABQM/UWsrquMvL-g/s1600/IMG_1729.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WVRzHmnNV60/TaoWI8as1uI/AAAAAAAABQM/UWsrquMvL-g/s400/IMG_1729.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ready to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k9EjCqD5sN4/TaoWJ4tZMlI/AAAAAAAABQQ/pbRwuWJYO0U/s1600/IMG_1731.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k9EjCqD5sN4/TaoWJ4tZMlI/AAAAAAAABQQ/pbRwuWJYO0U/s400/IMG_1731.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Blonde hair &amp;amp; brown eyes. &amp;nbsp;People think they're mother and daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SP3UW0TWMfw/TaoWUJfxVSI/AAAAAAAABQU/RnfVXWWD8as/s1600/IMG_1734.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SP3UW0TWMfw/TaoWUJfxVSI/AAAAAAAABQU/RnfVXWWD8as/s400/IMG_1734.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Autographs from Minnie! &amp;nbsp;So cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bCLE_iKS3w4/TaoWeLUYPYI/AAAAAAAABQY/HICuooz1m-Y/s1600/IMG_1735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bCLE_iKS3w4/TaoWeLUYPYI/AAAAAAAABQY/HICuooz1m-Y/s400/IMG_1735.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i9o2cL5nHzY/TaoWqWUsHqI/AAAAAAAABQc/fQHCYNQhMXk/s1600/IMG_1741.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i9o2cL5nHzY/TaoWqWUsHqI/AAAAAAAABQc/fQHCYNQhMXk/s400/IMG_1741.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Autograph from Woody. &amp;nbsp;The highlight of Faye's day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8eI96ob_Iok/TaoW2oAu7oI/AAAAAAAABQg/xPMWUjIJodM/s1600/IMG_1742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8eI96ob_Iok/TaoW2oAu7oI/AAAAAAAABQg/xPMWUjIJodM/s400/IMG_1742.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She was in heaven here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FUyKhRyI3HI/TaoXjGsamQI/AAAAAAAABQk/hiYCoXhMy3g/s1600/IMG_1744.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FUyKhRyI3HI/TaoXjGsamQI/AAAAAAAABQk/hiYCoXhMy3g/s400/IMG_1744.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Faye cried her eyes out for 10 minutes after we left Woody. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She was heartbroken!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M1owGxfc91M/TaoXrVgSL8I/AAAAAAAABQo/F8K3KmQ8PUY/s1600/IMG_1746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M1owGxfc91M/TaoXrVgSL8I/AAAAAAAABQo/F8K3KmQ8PUY/s400/IMG_1746.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cotton candy! &amp;nbsp;Claire at the whole thing.... gross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O39Sz8408Y8/TaoX0rmBIjI/AAAAAAAABQs/9R7DFxR8uNE/s1600/IMG_1749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O39Sz8408Y8/TaoX0rmBIjI/AAAAAAAABQs/9R7DFxR8uNE/s400/IMG_1749.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cute Faye in her first Minnie ears. &amp;nbsp;Isn't she precious??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9d1pJLV8gJA/TaoX-CTt-8I/AAAAAAAABQw/ppJl0tWgw-U/s1600/IMG_1760.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9d1pJLV8gJA/TaoX-CTt-8I/AAAAAAAABQw/ppJl0tWgw-U/s400/IMG_1760.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My grumpy girl after waiting in line to meet Rapunzel for an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_7zsanG_wMY/TaoYIn4SinI/AAAAAAAABQ0/auEEWV5fIws/s1600/IMG_1771.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_7zsanG_wMY/TaoYIn4SinI/AAAAAAAABQ0/auEEWV5fIws/s400/IMG_1771.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Finally! &amp;nbsp;We met Rapunzel and Flynn Rider! &amp;nbsp;It was so worth the wait. &amp;nbsp;They talked to the girls for so long and asked questions and made them feel so special. &amp;nbsp;When we were done Faye blew Flynn Rider a kiss which surprised me! &amp;nbsp;She's NEVER EVER done that before. &amp;nbsp;She's in love. &amp;nbsp;At dinner we asked her who she likes more, Justin Bieber or Flynn Rider?? &amp;nbsp;She said, "Flynn Widew". &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So all in all this was a great trip! &amp;nbsp;Everything went smoothly and was easy (besides my stupid speeding ticket!!!). &amp;nbsp;We had so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*And the &lt;b&gt;WHOLE ENTIRE&lt;/b&gt; time my heart was aching for our baby boy. &amp;nbsp;I just felt like he was missing. &amp;nbsp;Like we weren't complete. &amp;nbsp;I'm so in love with our baby already and fun days like this just make me miss him, even though I've never met him or held him, I just want him to be home! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yay for Disneyland! &amp;nbsp;Can't wait to go back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-9178161179145222883?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/9178161179145222883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=9178161179145222883' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/9178161179145222883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/9178161179145222883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/04/disneyland.html' title='Disneyland!!!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WVRzHmnNV60/TaoWI8as1uI/AAAAAAAABQM/UWsrquMvL-g/s72-c/IMG_1729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-2001001242371537514</id><published>2011-04-11T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T20:28:46.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garage Sale Fundraiser!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello friends....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here's the deal... When Lane and I started this whole adoption process we didn't have the funds ready to pay for everything. &amp;nbsp;We've managed to come up with quite a bit of money but still need to raise a few thousand dollars. &amp;nbsp;Lane has been working a ton of overtime and we have some other ideas as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's where you come in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you've all got stuff you need to get rid of! &amp;nbsp;Bring it over and let me get rid of it for you! &amp;nbsp;I'm gonna do a garage sale to raise funds for our adoption. &amp;nbsp;And if you have stuff you want to get rid of I'll take it! &amp;nbsp;And I'm shooting for Saturday and Sunday, May 21st and 22nd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This would be a HUGE help you guys. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Email me at thebiermanns@yahoo.com or message me on facebook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-2001001242371537514?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/2001001242371537514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=2001001242371537514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/2001001242371537514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/2001001242371537514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/04/garage-sale-fundraiser.html' title='Garage Sale Fundraiser!!!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-7705495636863088136</id><published>2011-04-11T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T11:11:35.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paso 1/2 Marathon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1omxcmWxEX4/TaNAdLXkFCI/AAAAAAAABQA/_WrALkR9ceI/s1600/IMG_1698.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1omxcmWxEX4/TaNAdLXkFCI/AAAAAAAABQA/_WrALkR9ceI/s400/IMG_1698.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got up at 4:45 am on Sunday, got ready, and me and some girl friends headed to Paso Robles to run the Wine Country 1/2 Marathon. &amp;nbsp;I was super duper nervous because I didn't train. &amp;nbsp;Well not really. &amp;nbsp;I started training seriously about 2 1/2 weeks before the race so I thought it would be rough one. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But I have to say, training in my Vibrams was a HUGE success!!! &amp;nbsp;My legs felt amazing but my feet hurt like crazy. &amp;nbsp;And about a week ago I got my NB 10's and decided that I'd wear those for the 1/2 marathon. &amp;nbsp;I'm glad I did. &amp;nbsp;I would have died wearing Vibrams for 13 miles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So the race started out great. &amp;nbsp;Jess and I decided that we'd try and keep around a 9:00 minute pace since we both weren't feeling prepared. &amp;nbsp;The first 6 miles were amazing. &amp;nbsp;No knee pain, no foot pain. &amp;nbsp;I felt awesome. &amp;nbsp;Around mile 7 my feet started to hurt... bad. &amp;nbsp;I think just from running in Vibrams for months. &amp;nbsp;They're pretty tore up. &amp;nbsp;But my knee wasn't hurting at all so that kept me going! &amp;nbsp;I was super stoked because normally my knees start throbbing at mile 6 or 7. &amp;nbsp;At mile 11 I thought, "I don't want to run 1/2 marathons. &amp;nbsp;I'm crazy. &amp;nbsp;Why do I like this???" &amp;nbsp;At mile 12.6 there was in INTENSE hill. &amp;nbsp;Like seriously sooo steep that you &lt;b&gt;COULD NOT&lt;/b&gt; run up it. &amp;nbsp;What a perfect way to end a 1/2 marathon??? &amp;nbsp;I think not. &amp;nbsp;But we finished! &amp;nbsp;And I felt pretty dang good. &amp;nbsp;We were were able to keep a 9:15 pace and finished in 2:01! &amp;nbsp;We were happy with our time! &amp;nbsp;I wanted to finish in 2:10 or less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Afterwards me and my friends, Suzanne and Christin went to a yummy place in downtown Paso and had brunch. &amp;nbsp;Then went to Powell's sweet shoppe and got some candy. &amp;nbsp;We deserved it!!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So all in all it was a good race! &amp;nbsp;The best I've felt running that far ever! &amp;nbsp;My legs felt different and stronger. &amp;nbsp;I highly recommend training in Vibrams for shorter runs just to use those muscles that we don't normally use. &amp;nbsp;They've changed my world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Next up... Miracle Miles 10k and the Bull Canyon 10k. &amp;nbsp;And then &lt;i&gt;I GUESS&lt;/i&gt; I'll attempt another 1/2 marathon in October. &amp;nbsp;City to Sea here we come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8fSDKVH-lI/TaNAjsXFwYI/AAAAAAAABQI/mCzo5GJ0D2k/s1600/IMG_1707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8fSDKVH-lI/TaNAjsXFwYI/AAAAAAAABQI/mCzo5GJ0D2k/s400/IMG_1707.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christin, Me, Lealah, Jess and Courtney! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Team Running Grrrl!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-7705495636863088136?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/7705495636863088136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=7705495636863088136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/7705495636863088136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/7705495636863088136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/04/paso-12-marathon.html' title='Paso 1/2 Marathon.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1omxcmWxEX4/TaNAdLXkFCI/AAAAAAAABQA/_WrALkR9ceI/s72-c/IMG_1698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-206724246926514291</id><published>2011-03-28T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T21:41:03.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Form.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This post is all about running... so beware...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Today I put in 11 miles. &amp;nbsp;Pretty good for me. &amp;nbsp;Considering that I haven't really run over five miles in months. &amp;nbsp;I ran 8 by myself. &amp;nbsp;I pushed Faye in the jogger. &amp;nbsp;That was a rough 8 miles but I made it and I felt pretty good. &amp;nbsp;I got home and Lane wanted to run so I did another 3 with him and my mom. &amp;nbsp;Surprisingly, I felt good on that run also... but I was running suuuuper duper slow. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I wanna talk about form. &amp;nbsp;My form has improved soo much since I started running in Vibrams. &amp;nbsp;Seriously, it's crazy. &amp;nbsp;And it's not like I meant to do it either. &amp;nbsp;My body just had to change what I normally did to feel good in my Vibrams. &amp;nbsp;Now my legs are stronger, I don't swing my arms. &amp;nbsp;My heels never hit the ground and I feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; when I run. &amp;nbsp;I feel like I could go forever. &amp;nbsp;No knee pain, no IT band issues... my only complaint is super sore feet and blister after blister. &amp;nbsp;But sore feet and blisters are nothing compared to what I was dealing with before. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The past few weeks I've been transitioning back into "real" shoes. &amp;nbsp;I was running in Vibrams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; for a few months, but it's been hard on my feet. &amp;nbsp;And now when I wear my running shoes I actually feel like my form is good enough to where I won't have IT band issues. &amp;nbsp;I've learned how to use the right muscles. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Last week Lane ordered these for me... for my birthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-bliipGFCc/TZFhBJJIhuI/AAAAAAAABP8/5NHbIiXjP2k/s1600/detail_hero_template_400x400.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-bliipGFCc/TZFhBJJIhuI/AAAAAAAABP8/5NHbIiXjP2k/s400/detail_hero_template_400x400.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm soooo excited to try them out. &amp;nbsp;They're the New Balance Minimus 10's. &amp;nbsp;Here's what New Balance says about them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #595959; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Minimus is a whole new approach to footwear, a place on the spectrum from barefoot running to the traditional maximum-cushioning running shoe. Inspired by Good Form Running and designed to be worn with or without socks. With only a 4mm drop from heel to toe, as little as a third of that of a traditional running shoe,the Minimus collection holds a world of discovery for neutral runners as well as those with gait issues or chronic injury to conquer by learning better form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #595959; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm excited about these things! &amp;nbsp;And I'm getting them before my 1/2 marathon, which is in about 2 weeks... so I think I'm gonna wear them. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And if you don't run or you don't care about running than this post was horrible. &amp;nbsp;Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-206724246926514291?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/206724246926514291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=206724246926514291' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/206724246926514291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/206724246926514291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/03/form.html' title='Form.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-bliipGFCc/TZFhBJJIhuI/AAAAAAAABP8/5NHbIiXjP2k/s72-c/detail_hero_template_400x400.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-1590472401061040618</id><published>2011-03-25T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:33:29.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm shaking with excitement today! &amp;nbsp;This morning I was laying in bed... praying for patience for the day. &amp;nbsp;Praying that I'd be good to Lane and good to the girls... and praying that we'd hear something...&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ANYTHING!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;from our adoption agency! &amp;nbsp;It had been weeks! &amp;nbsp;As you know we were waiting for "permission" from South Korea to bring a baby home to California. &amp;nbsp;I've been feeling doubtful and a little defeated and just wondering if maybe we were going to have to switch countries, because I know of someone who for some reason couldn't get permission so they switched agencies and countries. &amp;nbsp;The past few days, I've just been praying for extra patience. &amp;nbsp;This morning I got the email! &amp;nbsp;We got permission! &amp;nbsp;And not only that!!! &amp;nbsp;We are now at #7 on the waiting list! &amp;nbsp;Not too long ago we were at #12. &amp;nbsp;The list is moving fast. &amp;nbsp;The agency informed me that we'd be getting our referral "in a few short months". &amp;nbsp;Craziness!!! &amp;nbsp;So we're looking at 2 1/2 to 4 months till referral!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-1590472401061040618?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/1590472401061040618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=1590472401061040618' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/1590472401061040618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/1590472401061040618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/03/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-4074105966708557206</id><published>2011-03-10T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T22:29:50.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost "pregnant"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Urg4vXrAKhY/TXm8_g8IlKI/AAAAAAAABPM/BcmAohwiNrM/s1600/IMG_1466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Urg4vXrAKhY/TXm8_g8IlKI/AAAAAAAABPM/BcmAohwiNrM/s400/IMG_1466.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This doesn't look like much. &amp;nbsp;But it's taken me a month to complete this paperwork. &amp;nbsp;And I'm DONE!!!!!!!!! &amp;nbsp;I had to take a picture. &amp;nbsp;This was the first big step and it's done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I've realized how much I &lt;i&gt;haven't&lt;/i&gt; been writing about my precious girls. &amp;nbsp;I know I posted that blog about Claire the other day... but I've been sooo busy with all of the adoption stuff that that's all I can think about, write about, talk about... I feel like now I can just kind of let things happen and soon we'll be officially "waiting". &amp;nbsp;Kind of like being pregnant:) &amp;nbsp;For over a year. &amp;nbsp;Ouch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here's what the girls have been up to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WecfWO7dqrY/TXm93yLwuPI/AAAAAAAABPY/fu9t3yTecIM/s1600/IMG_1433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WecfWO7dqrY/TXm93yLwuPI/AAAAAAAABPY/fu9t3yTecIM/s320/IMG_1433.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Claire's creation.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sg6-nbeWcsU/TXm91jteLXI/AAAAAAAABPQ/qxeXxNaU_8s/s1600/IMG_1406.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sg6-nbeWcsU/TXm91jteLXI/AAAAAAAABPQ/qxeXxNaU_8s/s320/IMG_1406.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Faye's creation.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I literally have hundreds of pictures on my iPhone just like these! &amp;nbsp;It's crazy. &amp;nbsp;They love to play games on my phone and take pictures of their creations. &amp;nbsp;Claire also has this game where you can take a picture of your own face and put a fancy princess body on it... Super creepy... I need to go find it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NPItfiJKiBY/TXm-3jFRWSI/AAAAAAAABPc/Fdebh_F4PiA/s1600/IMG_0768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NPItfiJKiBY/TXm-3jFRWSI/AAAAAAAABPc/Fdebh_F4PiA/s400/IMG_0768.JPG" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Found it. &amp;nbsp;Scary, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And here they are! &amp;nbsp;My little lovelies just being lovely...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-J9Qa4Lrfd8w/TXm_bF_xVOI/AAAAAAAABPg/Pz52PqayeJE/s1600/IMG_1241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-J9Qa4Lrfd8w/TXm_bF_xVOI/AAAAAAAABPg/Pz52PqayeJE/s400/IMG_1241.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Watching Princess and the Frog with baby Tiana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-507BwNUPhww/TXm_itPABAI/AAAAAAAABPk/B0bnFsGgwpg/s1600/IMG_1293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-507BwNUPhww/TXm_itPABAI/AAAAAAAABPk/B0bnFsGgwpg/s400/IMG_1293.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TQXNUiT5FRk/TXm_sBb8OfI/AAAAAAAABPo/FZrqhEuR124/s1600/IMG_1291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TQXNUiT5FRk/TXm_sBb8OfI/AAAAAAAABPo/FZrqhEuR124/s400/IMG_1291.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fnxykWSnc1Y/TXm_02LjPkI/AAAAAAAABPs/ZGVV4eEgn8w/s1600/IMG_1443.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fnxykWSnc1Y/TXm_02LjPkI/AAAAAAAABPs/ZGVV4eEgn8w/s400/IMG_1443.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Trying on Papa's motorcycle helmet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-GT-RzQvstoI/TXnAA14jkeI/AAAAAAAABPw/TkvDlDlx5go/s1600/IMG_1439.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-GT-RzQvstoI/TXnAA14jkeI/AAAAAAAABPw/TkvDlDlx5go/s400/IMG_1439.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Goodnight world. &amp;nbsp;We've got a home visit in the morning that I'm pretty excited about so I probably won't sleep! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-4074105966708557206?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/4074105966708557206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=4074105966708557206' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/4074105966708557206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/4074105966708557206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/03/almost-there.html' title='Almost &quot;pregnant&quot;...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Urg4vXrAKhY/TXm8_g8IlKI/AAAAAAAABPM/BcmAohwiNrM/s72-c/IMG_1466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-7879649849396942999</id><published>2011-03-09T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:47:05.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He quiets me with his love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This first part is an update on our adoption...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Aaaahhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We have our final home visit on Friday. &amp;nbsp;This means we hand over all of our paperwork! &amp;nbsp;Insane that this is happening already. &amp;nbsp;I can't even believe it. &amp;nbsp;I was actually feeling a little stressed and like I couldn't get everything ready on time so I called our social worker and she talked me into keeping our appointment. &amp;nbsp;And I'm so glad she did. &amp;nbsp;I just went through everything and we are missing two things! &amp;nbsp;ONLY two things. &amp;nbsp;I'm just waiting on some reference letters... &amp;nbsp; But I've been promised that I'll have them by tomorrow and we'll be set!!! &amp;nbsp;I feel soo relieved. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So in the mean time we are waiting for permission from Korea to adopt. &amp;nbsp;Since our agency works out of Colorado they have to ask for permission to adopt a baby out to a California family. &amp;nbsp;And then once we receive permission we're put on the waiting list for our boy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &amp;nbsp;And I think I already said this but the waiting list is moving quickly!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So things are happening! &amp;nbsp;Life is so good. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And in all of this... I've been reminded how important it is to stay focused on Jesus. &amp;nbsp;Last night I did a quick run on the treadmill and then hopped in the shower. &amp;nbsp;My plan was to be cozy in a my pajamas with a cup of tea and watch my 2 hours of recorded TV shows. &amp;nbsp;But in the shower I felt like the Lord was just telling me "Spend some time with me instead". &amp;nbsp;So I did. &amp;nbsp;And it was incredible. &amp;nbsp;He is so real. &amp;nbsp;He is so good. &amp;nbsp;He filled me up. &amp;nbsp;I was overflowing and it felt good. &amp;nbsp;I had had a hard day. &amp;nbsp;Two sick girls and a messy house, along with mounds of paperwork has worn me down. &amp;nbsp;But I spent time with Jesus and I felt refreshed and alive and I had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;PEACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;Oh how I love his peace. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I kept reading this verse over and over again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Lord your God is with you.&lt;br /&gt;He is mighty to save.&lt;br /&gt;He will take great delight in you,&lt;br /&gt;He will quiet you with his love,&lt;br /&gt;He will rejoice over you with singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zephaniah 3:17&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ohhhh it's soo good right? &amp;nbsp;I just LOVE that it says, "He will quiet you with his love". &amp;nbsp;Because so often my mind is so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;LOUD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;. &amp;nbsp; There is so much going on. &amp;nbsp;I'm going over my lists of things to do, thinking about how frustrated I am that my house is a mess AGAIN, wishing I could take a nap, thinking about how I need to get a run in but instead I should make more time for the girls, &amp;nbsp;then what to make for dinner???... CRAP. &amp;nbsp;It's never ending. &amp;nbsp;But sometimes we just need to let him quiet us. &amp;nbsp;That's what I did last night. &amp;nbsp;Prayed that he would quiet me with his love. &amp;nbsp;Quiet my heart and my mind. &amp;nbsp;And the peace I felt was so good and so real. &amp;nbsp;And that peace carried on into today. &amp;nbsp;I had an amazing day. &amp;nbsp;The girls were both still sick but the sun was out and we got to spend the day outside. &amp;nbsp;The girls would play and maybe run a little then both have insane cough attacks:( &amp;nbsp;But it was just good to be outside! &amp;nbsp;I got absolutely nothing done around the house and I didn't even care. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So I'm just glad to know that peace. &amp;nbsp;It carries me through. &amp;nbsp;I love it and I need it.&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/3538149928813397544-7879649849396942999?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/7879649849396942999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=7879649849396942999' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/7879649849396942999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/7879649849396942999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/03/he-quiets-me-with-his-love.html' title='He quiets me with his love.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-3970986787191291417</id><published>2011-03-04T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T20:55:47.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's Claire's new name. &amp;nbsp;Lane doesn't call her anything but Spanky. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dGapqHufTc8/TXG_FAYfKKI/AAAAAAAABPE/oncSVRWa_C0/s1600/IMG_1418.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dGapqHufTc8/TXG_FAYfKKI/AAAAAAAABPE/oncSVRWa_C0/s400/IMG_1418.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Claire these days... She's awesome. &amp;nbsp;At four years old she knows everything. &amp;nbsp;She's so sweet. &amp;nbsp;She's so kind. &amp;nbsp;She takes such good care of her sister. &amp;nbsp;She's doing great in school. &amp;nbsp;She still loves everything princess-y. &amp;nbsp;She dresses herself and I have to bite my tongue... because she leaves the house in some wild outfits. &amp;nbsp;As long as the patterns are not matching, her shoes are sparkly and she has a fancy skirt on then she's good to go. &amp;nbsp;She loves to eat... especially fruits and veggies! &amp;nbsp;She LOVES to watch movies. &amp;nbsp;She's hilarious. &amp;nbsp;She's been saying the craziest stuff and coming up with some awesome ideas. &amp;nbsp;One thing she say's that drives me insane is "Mom, I can't listen to you cause you're just a kid..." &amp;nbsp;What??? &amp;nbsp;I asked her to explain this to me. &amp;nbsp;She thinks that since I'm small (I'm 5 feet tall) that I'm a kid, like her. &amp;nbsp;And her dad (who's 6'3) is an adult, cause he's big. &amp;nbsp;Aaaahhhh. &amp;nbsp;That drives me crazy. &amp;nbsp;Some days when she says it I don't know if I should laugh or cry. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lately a lot of our conversation is about her baby brother-to-be. &amp;nbsp;She's so excited to meet him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just loving Claire these days (not that I didn't before, OF COURSE I did) but this age is really fun. &amp;nbsp;She is &lt;b&gt;sooo&lt;/b&gt; her own little person and I love that little person. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7sp0L7rXvrY/TXG_GI68zHI/AAAAAAAABPI/9FS_4uNlslg/s1600/IMG_1420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7sp0L7rXvrY/TXG_GI68zHI/AAAAAAAABPI/9FS_4uNlslg/s400/IMG_1420.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Faye in the background... Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pE5L3sDsxsw/TXG_DamcGVI/AAAAAAAABPA/tdsVPQN0wLs/s1600/IMG_1415.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pE5L3sDsxsw/TXG_DamcGVI/AAAAAAAABPA/tdsVPQN0wLs/s400/IMG_1415.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;How precious is this picture? &amp;nbsp;Lane was outside of the car pumping gas and him and Claire were chatting. &amp;nbsp;She is so in love with her daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-3970986787191291417?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/3970986787191291417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=3970986787191291417' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/3970986787191291417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/3970986787191291417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/03/spanky.html' title='Spanky.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dGapqHufTc8/TXG_FAYfKKI/AAAAAAAABPE/oncSVRWa_C0/s72-c/IMG_1418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-1871226570385128340</id><published>2011-02-28T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:46:21.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In this adoption process (which we've only been in for about a month now) I've learned a lot. &amp;nbsp;I've already had ups and downs. &amp;nbsp;Days where I'm so excited and so hopeful and days where I am full of doubt and don't know if we're doing the right thing. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I am hopeful. &amp;nbsp;Today I know that we are doing the right thing. &amp;nbsp;Today I am so incredibly excited that our tiny boy is probably about to make his way into the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've had a few days filled with doubt but today the Lord reassured me that it's right. &amp;nbsp;That this is what he wants for our family and that he will provide. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today we found out that our wait time for a referral is 5 months!!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;5 months!!!&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;That's so soon! &amp;nbsp;That also means that our son isn't born yet. &amp;nbsp;He's still in his mama's belly. &amp;nbsp;In South Korea, they don't allow any babies to be put up for adoption until they are 5 months old. &amp;nbsp;First they try to find them a family in Korea and if that doesn't work out they allow an agency in Korea to find a family for them. &amp;nbsp;And that's where we come in! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I can do now is pray that he is safe and healthy and that he goes to a wonderful foster family until he's ready to come home to us forever. &amp;nbsp;I can't believe that our baby boy is out there. Probably not "out there" yet but in a tummy somewhere in South Korea. &amp;nbsp;Insane. &amp;nbsp;Aaaaahhhh. &amp;nbsp;I've been shaking with excitement all day because today it became so much more real to me that this is happening. &amp;nbsp;It's really happening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pray for us. &amp;nbsp;We need it so much. &amp;nbsp;We need to keep our eyes on Jesus in all of this. &amp;nbsp;We need to trust him. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-1871226570385128340?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/1871226570385128340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=1871226570385128340' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/1871226570385128340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/1871226570385128340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/02/hope.html' title='Hope.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-1334548914486899338</id><published>2011-02-20T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T14:24:02.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the beginning... a little update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This adoption is so new to us. &amp;nbsp;I haven't written a whole lot about it. &amp;nbsp;But I'll explain a little...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lExaiEWzS_0/TWGSBVXxpdI/AAAAAAAABO8/vUrz8Th0LZo/s1600/map_of_south-korea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lExaiEWzS_0/TWGSBVXxpdI/AAAAAAAABO8/vUrz8Th0LZo/s400/map_of_south-korea.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Originally we looked into adopting from Ethiopia. &amp;nbsp;It seemed like the obvious choice for us. &amp;nbsp;We have friends who are adopting from there and we've read a lot about it and heard great stories about it and when I pictured my son I always pictured a beautiful little black boy. &amp;nbsp;But a few weeks into this I was doing a late night run on the treadmill crying and praying for our son. &amp;nbsp;I had an epiphany and realized, "I don't care where he comes from. &amp;nbsp;He's going to be our son. &amp;nbsp;Our baby. &amp;nbsp;That's all I care about." &amp;nbsp;I talked to Lane the next morning and told him how I felt. &amp;nbsp;He told me that he felt relieved. &amp;nbsp;He didn't know why but he just did. &amp;nbsp;So we started researching some more and we felt &lt;i&gt;totally&lt;/i&gt; drawn to South Korea. &amp;nbsp;It just felt right and good and now here we are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are about 3 weeks into our paperwork and everything is moving quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had our first home visit on Friday. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When our social worker walked through our front door, tiny Faye said, "Wew's my baby bwudduh?" (Translation: Where's my baby brother.) &amp;nbsp;I promise we did not tell her to say that. &amp;nbsp;It was super cute. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But our meeting went great. &amp;nbsp;I totally freaked myself out about it and it ended up being super chill. &amp;nbsp;Not a big deal at all. &amp;nbsp;Our social worker was awesome. &amp;nbsp;We sat on the couch and talked about life and kids and our hobbies... everything. &amp;nbsp;And I think it went great. &amp;nbsp;I guess it really wasn't necessary for me to clean out and organize every single drawer and cabinet in our house... but I did and I'm glad I did. &amp;nbsp;I feel like our house is clean from the inside out. &amp;nbsp;That's a good feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So another step reached in the whole process. &amp;nbsp;I feel like everything is happening really fast. &amp;nbsp;The real waiting will begin in a few months after all of our paper work is sent to Korea and we are put on a waiting list for our baby boy. &amp;nbsp;YAY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-1334548914486899338?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/1334548914486899338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=1334548914486899338' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/1334548914486899338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/1334548914486899338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-beginning-little-update.html' title='Just the beginning... a little update...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lExaiEWzS_0/TWGSBVXxpdI/AAAAAAAABO8/vUrz8Th0LZo/s72-c/map_of_south-korea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-2648504858996115553</id><published>2011-02-12T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T02:57:34.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't sleep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we go again. &amp;nbsp;I'm up. &amp;nbsp;2:37 am. &amp;nbsp;Can't sleep. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just went outside because the night is so clear. &amp;nbsp;We live out in the middle of nowhere so there are billions of stars. &amp;nbsp;And if you keep looking and your eyes get adjusted you'll see more and more and more. &amp;nbsp;It's crazy. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I was out there I prayed... and realized... I'm talking to the God of the universe. &amp;nbsp;Insane. &amp;nbsp;He's huge. He's so much bigger than I will ever know. &amp;nbsp;I mean the stars! &amp;nbsp;He made those. &amp;nbsp;And it's nights like these that I believe he made them to remind us of how big he really is. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also while I was out there I listened to a song I'm loving right now... &amp;nbsp;It's gotten me through some rough nights. &amp;nbsp;My favorite part says...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I want to take your word and shine it all around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First help me just to live it Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when I'm doing well, help me to never seek a crown,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for my reward is giving glory to you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I only hope I can live my life this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lot is going on in my life right now. &amp;nbsp;I'm &lt;b&gt;BUSY&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Lane's been working a ton and I've been going non stop this entire week. &amp;nbsp;Maybe this is just me finally getting out of my head after 4 days of being alone with the girls and Lane not getting home till after 10:00. &amp;nbsp;This week has been chaos. &amp;nbsp;And on top of that, I'm trying to start the paperwork for the adoption. &amp;nbsp;The paperwork is a little intimidating to say the least. &amp;nbsp;It's kinda crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But in the midst of all of this, I've managed to keep my patience, which is great. &amp;nbsp;I've managed to find time to sit down and play with the girls. &amp;nbsp;Read, color, paint, playdoh, barbies, babies, Justin Bieber dance parties... all of the good stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here I am. &amp;nbsp;Getting this all out. &amp;nbsp;Life is crazy but God is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-2648504858996115553?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/2648504858996115553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=2648504858996115553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/2648504858996115553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/2648504858996115553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/02/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t sleep...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-8285061015883962862</id><published>2011-02-08T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T19:08:12.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home visits and crocheted animals.  Yes please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Talked to our social worker today! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have our first home visit on the 18th! &amp;nbsp;Woo hoo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things are moving and I'm liking it... &lt;b&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been praying like crazy. &amp;nbsp;For our baby and for this process. &amp;nbsp;I know I need to keep Jesus first in all of this. &amp;nbsp;I'm so thankful to be a part of it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please pray for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, it's been fun... I've been looking at boy "stuff". &amp;nbsp;Clothes, toys... you know. &amp;nbsp;I know nothing about this stuff but it's fun. &amp;nbsp;I was checking out some stuff on Etsy. &amp;nbsp;Trying to get ideas for a cute boys room. &amp;nbsp;Found the cutest crocheted animals. &amp;nbsp;I used to crochet. &amp;nbsp;So I decided to try it out. &amp;nbsp;I had to google, "How to read a crochet pattern". &amp;nbsp;It still didn't make sense but I kind of figured it out and ended up with this little guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TVID9-scaUI/AAAAAAAABOw/1EcZvQiQ7FQ/s1600/IMG_1265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TVID9-scaUI/AAAAAAAABOw/1EcZvQiQ7FQ/s400/IMG_1265.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TVIEGrm_EVI/AAAAAAAABO0/Kg1Za6TNrXM/s1600/IMG_1271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TVIEGrm_EVI/AAAAAAAABO0/Kg1Za6TNrXM/s400/IMG_1271.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TVIEQEBPjkI/AAAAAAAABO4/2uGm8Yjgj9g/s1600/IMG_1272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TVIEQEBPjkI/AAAAAAAABO4/2uGm8Yjgj9g/s400/IMG_1272.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This little octopus found a good home. &amp;nbsp;He went to a friend that I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now both of the girls are insisting on a little octopus. &amp;nbsp;Claire is asking me to have it done before she goes to bed so she can sleep with it. &amp;nbsp;Ya right. &amp;nbsp;This thing took me like 3 hours. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But I see a lot of cute crocheted animals in our future!&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/3538149928813397544-8285061015883962862?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/8285061015883962862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=8285061015883962862' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/8285061015883962862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/8285061015883962862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/02/home-visits-and-crocheted-animals-yes.html' title='Home visits and crocheted animals.  Yes please.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TVID9-scaUI/AAAAAAAABOw/1EcZvQiQ7FQ/s72-c/IMG_1265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-2285679448508899293</id><published>2011-01-31T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T14:09:49.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TUcymj3V1iI/AAAAAAAABOo/GKz_uS851O8/s1600/IMG_1204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TUcymj3V1iI/AAAAAAAABOo/GKz_uS851O8/s400/IMG_1204.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Application is in the mail!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We're adopting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm feeling overwhelmed. &amp;nbsp;In a really good way. &amp;nbsp;I'm excited and nervous. &amp;nbsp;I feel the same way I did when I found out I was pregnant with both of our girls. &amp;nbsp;I just love this baby so much already and I can't wait to meet him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pray for us friends... we're gonna need it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is gonna be a long road. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-2285679448508899293?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/2285679448508899293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=2285679448508899293' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/2285679448508899293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/2285679448508899293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TUcymj3V1iI/AAAAAAAABOo/GKz_uS851O8/s72-c/IMG_1204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-1601728759568453753</id><published>2011-01-28T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T12:13:38.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exciting things are happening in the Biermann household. &amp;nbsp;Can't wait to share it with all you... &amp;nbsp;Soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-1601728759568453753?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/1601728759568453753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=1601728759568453753' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/1601728759568453753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/1601728759568453753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/01/exciting-things-are-happening-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-7917070706116680161</id><published>2011-01-20T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T23:06:27.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El Cap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This past weekend, our family and &lt;b&gt;TONS&lt;/b&gt; of our amazing friends had the privilege of "camping" at El Capitan Canyon. &amp;nbsp;(We stayed in really sweet cabins... so it wasn't camping AT ALL.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were a billion kids (21 to be exact) and a lot of adults too. &amp;nbsp;The weather was absolutely perfect like 85 degrees, everyone got along, no broken bones, no missing children... it was just great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a nice way to spend a few days away in January! &amp;nbsp;I love the random January heat waves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And these few days made me really appreciate our friends. &amp;nbsp;I love them so much. &amp;nbsp;I feel like I just spent the entire 3 days laughing. &amp;nbsp;Which is so good. &amp;nbsp;I came home feeling mentally refreshed. &amp;nbsp;That's a good feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I only took a few pictures... on my phone. &amp;nbsp;And I stole one from a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TTkqkZEFZ0I/AAAAAAAABN8/T-0tmwwqUek/s1600/168769_10150163235842067_582937066_8359809_394698_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TTkqkZEFZ0I/AAAAAAAABN8/T-0tmwwqUek/s400/168769_10150163235842067_582937066_8359809_394698_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TTkqt9Q9djI/AAAAAAAABOA/WmF8bv3UWSE/s1600/IMG_1140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TTkqt9Q9djI/AAAAAAAABOA/WmF8bv3UWSE/s400/IMG_1140.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;How sweet is this cabin??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TTkq5PSnSyI/AAAAAAAABOE/y-IdHeFF2EU/s1600/IMG_1141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TTkq5PSnSyI/AAAAAAAABOE/y-IdHeFF2EU/s400/IMG_1141.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All of our cabins shared THIS backyard. &amp;nbsp;Isn't is amazing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TTkr89L1JAI/AAAAAAAABOI/gefEiCMTLgE/s1600/IMG_1142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TTkr89L1JAI/AAAAAAAABOI/gefEiCMTLgE/s400/IMG_1142.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TTksKsQA2AI/AAAAAAAABOM/P7hrMLuSxO4/s1600/IMG_1143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TTksKsQA2AI/AAAAAAAABOM/P7hrMLuSxO4/s400/IMG_1143.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TTksRRjytUI/AAAAAAAABOQ/106TY1Hve4M/s1600/IMG_1144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TTksRRjytUI/AAAAAAAABOQ/106TY1Hve4M/s400/IMG_1144.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The girls first time sleeping in a bed together. &amp;nbsp;It was kind of a nightmare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TTksZiEx6pI/AAAAAAAABOU/3dp4ZHxLJ58/s1600/IMG_1146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TTksZiEx6pI/AAAAAAAABOU/3dp4ZHxLJ58/s400/IMG_1146.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Exhausted after a HOT fun-filled three days! &amp;nbsp;And yes, they hold hands when we drive. &amp;nbsp;Cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TTktfTOZsmI/AAAAAAAABOY/zR53wOzO8Lg/s1600/IMG_1148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TTktfTOZsmI/AAAAAAAABOY/zR53wOzO8Lg/s400/IMG_1148.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;THIS happened shortly after we got home. &amp;nbsp;Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TTktouFF9xI/AAAAAAAABOc/QZk0LCVW6Go/s1600/IMG_1153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TTktouFF9xI/AAAAAAAABOc/QZk0LCVW6Go/s400/IMG_1153.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All cleaned up and watching Despicable Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TTktxet4XPI/AAAAAAAABOg/r0hJxE16kvU/s1600/IMG_1158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TTktxet4XPI/AAAAAAAABOg/r0hJxE16kvU/s400/IMG_1158.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These girls truly love each other and I love that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Have a great weekend everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-7917070706116680161?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/7917070706116680161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=7917070706116680161' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/7917070706116680161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/7917070706116680161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/01/el-cap.html' title='El Cap!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TTkqkZEFZ0I/AAAAAAAABN8/T-0tmwwqUek/s72-c/168769_10150163235842067_582937066_8359809_394698_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-8574431458854177937</id><published>2011-01-15T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T22:37:04.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life so far... 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're 15 days into 2011. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things have been... interesting. &amp;nbsp;I've made some great progress already... with my anxiety and all that stuff. &amp;nbsp;No medication (yet), but instead, tons of vitamins and progesterone cream, and lots of running. &amp;nbsp;I'm feeling good about this and I already feel better, physically and mentally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I was thinking "Okay, okay, this is good. &amp;nbsp;I'll get super healthy, run a lot, get my life back on track, get my priorities straight..." &amp;nbsp;You know, all the good stuff. &amp;nbsp;Then last night Lane threw me for a loop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We often have really good before bed conversations. &amp;nbsp;Usually serious ones. &amp;nbsp;I love these talks. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he said, straight up, "I've been thinking about a third baby. &amp;nbsp;And I'm ready... if you want to."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Of course I want to&lt;/b&gt;!!! &amp;nbsp;I've been talking about it for a year! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And remember this is coming from Lane. &amp;nbsp;The man who wanted a vasectomy two weeks ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then I freaked myself out. &amp;nbsp;The pregnancy and birth don't scare me one bit. &amp;nbsp;It's the after part that I'm stressing about. &amp;nbsp;The hormones, the depression, the crying, the anxiety... what a nightmare. &amp;nbsp;Am I ready to go there? &amp;nbsp;Do I even want to go there? &amp;nbsp;Will it be different this time or will it be even &lt;b&gt;worse&lt;/b&gt;??? &amp;nbsp;Aaaahhhh. &amp;nbsp;So many questions that I will never know the answers to unless I just go for it. &amp;nbsp;Is my hesitation a sign that I shouldn't do this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But Lane's ready. &amp;nbsp;He desperately wants a boy... but said he'll settle for a girl... haha. &amp;nbsp;(We'll probably have girl.) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't really know what to do right now. &amp;nbsp;Pray for me friends. &amp;nbsp;Please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-8574431458854177937?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/8574431458854177937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=8574431458854177937' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/8574431458854177937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/8574431458854177937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-so-far-2011.html' title='Life so far... 2011'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-190118157842917277</id><published>2011-01-11T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T23:17:48.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I do for a living... and what I want to do for a living... someday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's something I wanna put out there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other day I met with my "natural" doctor. &amp;nbsp;He asked what I did for a living. &amp;nbsp;Of course I told him I'm a stay at home mom. &amp;nbsp;He asked if I felt satisfied... I was honest and said "no". &amp;nbsp;I've been reading a lot about this lately... even before I met with my doctor. &amp;nbsp;About how if we aren't living out our life's purpose it may come out through anxiety. &amp;nbsp;Is that weird? &amp;nbsp;In a way I think it's true. &amp;nbsp;If there's something deep inside of us that's not being used or fulfilled then it comes out in a different way. &amp;nbsp;Like if God put a passion in me and I'm not using that... that's not good, right? &amp;nbsp;And honestly I have a lot of things I want to do with my life. &amp;nbsp;Things I've wanted to do for a long time but I can't because, right now in my life, I just don't have the time. &amp;nbsp;And honestly I feel like such a big idiot. &amp;nbsp;I've talked to other moms about this. &amp;nbsp;We do the same things, day in and day out. &amp;nbsp;Our time with other adults is so limited. &amp;nbsp;I just feel like I don't use my brain. &amp;nbsp;I'm just here, making meals, and cleaning, brushing Barbie's hair and coloring... all things I love... but I need to stretch myself somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For starters, I want to be a doula, like a real certified doula. &amp;nbsp;I've wanted to do this for a few years now. &amp;nbsp;Since Faye was born. &amp;nbsp;I have such a passion for birth... and labor... and pregnant women. &amp;nbsp;I just love all of it. &amp;nbsp;I love how God is sooo in it. &amp;nbsp;Labor and birth is so powerful. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, I'm really interested in nutrition. &amp;nbsp;I don't wanna go to college for a billion years... no way. &amp;nbsp;But I was thinking more along the lines of a nutritional consultant. &amp;nbsp;Doing in-home consultations... stuff like that. &amp;nbsp;And that could work well with the doula thing. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course, I have so many big running goals... and these seem a lot more attainable than the other ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, all of these goals will take years and years to complete... I'm hoping that just getting started will help me feel like I'm doing something that I need to be doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to get this out in words because I've been thinking about it a lot and I need to &lt;b&gt;get on this&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-190118157842917277?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/190118157842917277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=190118157842917277' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/190118157842917277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/190118157842917277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-i-do-for-living-and-what-i-want-to.html' title='What I do for a living... and what I want to do for a living... someday.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-9054555092333034599</id><published>2011-01-06T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T01:36:12.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings at 1:00 am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been sleeping like a champ. &amp;nbsp;Running is like a wonder drug for sleep... most of the time. &amp;nbsp;Tonight I'm exhausted... but I'm up :( &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know. &amp;nbsp;I went to bed and passed out and then woke up and here I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So maybe I should tell you my story... &amp;nbsp;A lot has happened in the last 3 weeks. &amp;nbsp;Good and bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It started with Claire getting sick a few weeks ago. &amp;nbsp;She got a tummy bug. &amp;nbsp;It was horrible and she felt awful but it was over quickly and she was back to normal in less than 24 hours. &amp;nbsp;But my anxiety stayed. &amp;nbsp;I bleached the entire house for a week after... multiple times a day. &amp;nbsp;I washed my hands every 20 minutes. &amp;nbsp;I tried my best not to let Faye go near her. &amp;nbsp;I was a nervous wreck. &amp;nbsp;I didn't eat or sleep. &amp;nbsp;I lost weight. &amp;nbsp;I felt like crap. &amp;nbsp;A week into this mess I decided to call my Dr. &amp;nbsp;I went in and explained everything and she prescribed me Prozac. &amp;nbsp;I got the prescription filled and then let the stuff sit on my counter for days. &amp;nbsp;I'd look at it and think about it, but I just couldn't bring myself to take it. &amp;nbsp;So I called her back and told her I didn't feel comfortable, and was there something else she could give me that I could take for "emergencies"? &amp;nbsp;She called in some Xanax. &amp;nbsp;I picked it up. &amp;nbsp;And that too is here... unopened. &amp;nbsp;I don't know what my problem is. I don't feel ready to take anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I called and made an appointment with a Dr. who practices integrative medicine. &amp;nbsp;My experience there has been incredible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My first appointment was with the medical assistant. &amp;nbsp;We were talking as she was doing some tests on me and we ended up talking about Jesus. &amp;nbsp;She was saying how she totally believes that so much of the battle with anxiety and depression is spiritual. &amp;nbsp;I believe it. &amp;nbsp;She prayed for me right there and I bawled my eyes out. &amp;nbsp;I left the office kind of in shock. &amp;nbsp;Can you say break through? &amp;nbsp;That's what I was hoping for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went back a few days later to meet with the Dr. &amp;nbsp;He was awesome. &amp;nbsp;He talked to me for over an hour about life, my health, my anxiety... everything. &amp;nbsp;He prescribed me LOADS of vitamins and some progesterone cream, which I'm excited to try. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, I went and saw &lt;i&gt;yet another&lt;/i&gt; new therapist who referred me to &lt;i&gt;yet another&lt;/i&gt; new therapist. &amp;nbsp;I think we're getting somewhere... I hope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm feeling confident that 2011 will be the year that I get over this STUPID anxiety. &amp;nbsp;It may always be a part of my life but it will not control me forever. &amp;nbsp;No way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this is what I'm going through lately... anxiety wise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aaaahhh running. &amp;nbsp;How I've missed it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took a five or six week break... No wonder why my anxiety was through the roof!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I started a half marathon training schedule and I am &lt;b&gt;LOVING&lt;/b&gt; it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm training in these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TSWMr04xioI/AAAAAAAABN4/KaCkpbQZ3Dg/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TSWMr04xioI/AAAAAAAABN4/KaCkpbQZ3Dg/s1600/images.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Photo: alpineshop.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vibrams. &amp;nbsp;I hope to run my half marathon in them in April. &amp;nbsp;So far they're great. &amp;nbsp;I don't have IT band issues when I wear them... yet. &amp;nbsp;But I do have some other weird twinges in my feet and ankles. &amp;nbsp;I'm hoping that these things will pass as the muscles in my feet and legs get stronger. &amp;nbsp;We'll see. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So hopefully, with the combination of running, good sleep, good food, lots of vitamins, some progesterone, prayer, and a little therapy I can kick this anxiety's a**.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodnight everyone. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-9054555092333034599?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/9054555092333034599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=9054555092333034599' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/9054555092333034599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/9054555092333034599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/01/ramblings-at-100-am.html' title='Ramblings at 1:00 am...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TSWMr04xioI/AAAAAAAABN4/KaCkpbQZ3Dg/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-525839419710442906</id><published>2011-01-01T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:59:57.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregancy update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So apparently the "blue dye" pregnancy tests are sketchy. &amp;nbsp;There are a bunch of forums out there on the internet of angry women trying to ban blue dye pregnancy tests because they're notorious for giving false positives. &amp;nbsp;Sad. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right after I took that test last week, Lane rushed to the store to get some more. &amp;nbsp;He got the EPT digitals... &amp;nbsp;I took all three of them. &amp;nbsp;One as soon as he got home, one the next morning and one in the middle of the night... the night before I started my period. &amp;nbsp;I was 4 days late... so I thought for sure this was it. &amp;nbsp;I'll admit, I'm kind of sad... &amp;nbsp;Baby number three is sounding really fun right now. &amp;nbsp;So, maybe this little situation made me realize that I'm not done having babies??? &amp;nbsp;I don't know. &amp;nbsp;We'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just wanted to update you. &amp;nbsp;I kind of left that up in the air. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry to disappoint! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-525839419710442906?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-6390472709871334644</id><published>2011-01-01T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:03:09.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions 2011.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last year I did a resolutions post... So I wanted to do it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back I realize that I actually stuck with &lt;i&gt;most&lt;/i&gt; of them... &amp;nbsp;There are a couple I'm still working on. &amp;nbsp;But I've made progress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year I have a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;To continue working on ways to be &lt;b&gt;anxiety free&lt;/b&gt;!!! &amp;nbsp;I know it's a process. &amp;nbsp;A long process. &amp;nbsp;But this year I want to put in all that I can to get out of this rut! &amp;nbsp;I want to do it for me and for my family and I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;Run &lt;b&gt;MORE&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;To run a half marathon pain free! &amp;nbsp;I have yet to do this. &amp;nbsp;I ran 2 half marathons and one 25k in 2010 and some other races... anything over 7 miles was excruciating. &amp;nbsp;(Thank you IT Bands.) &amp;nbsp;So I need to ease back into running longer distances and really do a lot of strength training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &amp;nbsp;Also, to run a half marathon in Vibrams... if my knees will let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &amp;nbsp;Less time doing pointless things... lurking on facebook, TV, doing nothing on the internet... waste. of. time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &amp;nbsp;To finally start my courses to become a doula! &amp;nbsp;Geeeez. &amp;nbsp;It's taking me a long time, I know. &amp;nbsp;But I feel like I'm needing something like that... something to push me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &amp;nbsp;To east less sugar. &amp;nbsp;I know I wrote a blog about this months ago. &amp;nbsp;But I have some serious issues. &amp;nbsp;I just have to stop. &amp;nbsp;I love chocolate so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &amp;nbsp;To stay caught up on my laundry. &amp;nbsp;I know this is a silly one. &amp;nbsp;But I'm so horrible at doing laundry, it's kind of ridiculous. &amp;nbsp;I just can't keep up... also, I just hate doing laundry... that might have something to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &amp;nbsp;To play more with the girls. &amp;nbsp;I'm always so busy doing "something". &amp;nbsp;I rarely just sit down and play with them. &amp;nbsp;But when I do, it's fun and I love it. &amp;nbsp;I love seeing their little minds work. &amp;nbsp; I don't want to miss out on anything... so I need to spend more time just being with them, whether it's princess bingo or having a wedding for Ariel and Justin Bieber &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;... I wanna be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &amp;nbsp;To be a better wife. &amp;nbsp;This one's so cliche. &amp;nbsp;But I do want that. &amp;nbsp;I want to be better in a lot of ways. &amp;nbsp;More patient. &amp;nbsp;More loving. &amp;nbsp;More attentive. &amp;nbsp;More dinners on the table when Lane gets home from work. &amp;nbsp;And to pray for Lane more. &amp;nbsp;I don't pray for him enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here they are. &amp;nbsp;And it's now 12:02 am. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited for 2011. &amp;nbsp;I need a fresh start. &amp;nbsp;I know it's just a date but it feels good to start a new year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me to grow this year. &amp;nbsp;To be a better person. &amp;nbsp;A better wife, daughter, sister, and mother. &amp;nbsp;Help me to trust you and to depend on you. &amp;nbsp;Thank you for what's to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world. &amp;nbsp;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&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/3538149928813397544-6390472709871334644?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/6390472709871334644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=6390472709871334644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/6390472709871334644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/6390472709871334644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2011/01/resolutions-2011.html' title='Resolutions 2011.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-3971115550838459180</id><published>2010-12-29T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:04:48.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bier me is (almost) back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a pursuit to get my butt in gear... I signed up for &lt;a href="http://www.active.com/running/paso-robles-ca/wine-country-runs-half-marathon-and-5k-2011?cmp=10-1"&gt;this half marathon&lt;/a&gt; yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm debating whether or not I should train for this wearing Vibrams and then see if I can run it wearing Vibrams... or if I should find some amazing comfy shoes to run in... Hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Either way, I'm running it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-3971115550838459180?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/3971115550838459180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=3971115550838459180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/3971115550838459180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/3971115550838459180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2010/12/bier-me-is-almost-back.html' title='Bier me is (almost) back...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-1755104437962180965</id><published>2010-12-26T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T21:56:51.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2010...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas was absolutely wonderful this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone was happy. &amp;nbsp;Everyone got along. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel that this year I thought a lot about what Christmas really is... and what it's supposed to be. &amp;nbsp;It felt good to not have anything on my Christmas list this year. &amp;nbsp;And to just be excited for the girls. &amp;nbsp;I wanted them to have fun. &amp;nbsp;I also talked to Claire a lot about the true meaning of Christmas. &amp;nbsp;We talked about it for weeks before. &amp;nbsp;So on Christmas Eve when she was opening her presents and yelling, "Do I have any more??? &amp;nbsp;Where are my other ones???" I was able to remind her of what we had talked about. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Eve was at my parents... it always is. &amp;nbsp;We did dinner then Claire and I did a few songs for everyone. &amp;nbsp;She sang and I played guitar. &amp;nbsp;She was so &lt;b&gt;CUTE&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;And then my dad "read" us the Christmas story. &amp;nbsp;He actually just had it playing on his iPad and he held it up so we all could see. &amp;nbsp;Haha. &amp;nbsp;Technology these days. &amp;nbsp;After we opened presents we went home and set out cookies and milk for Santa and our exhausted babies went to bed. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas morning was so fun! &amp;nbsp;The girls woke up around 8:00. &amp;nbsp;Claire ran out to make sure that Santa had eaten the cookies and drank the milk. &amp;nbsp;And of course he had. &amp;nbsp;Then they opened their presents from us and Santa. &amp;nbsp;We spent the afternoon laying around then did a big Christmas lunch at my parents. &amp;nbsp;Delicious. &amp;nbsp;Then we jumped in the car and headed to Solvang (in the pouring rain) to have dinner with Lane's dad and step mom and her kids. &amp;nbsp;We had a great time there. &amp;nbsp;Even though I spent the majority of the evening sleeping on the couch and waking up for 2 minute periods to watch iCarly. &amp;nbsp;(I love that show...) &amp;nbsp;But it was so good to spend time with the Solvang peeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a busy busy busy weekend! &amp;nbsp;But it was amazing. &amp;nbsp;I'm glad it's over. &amp;nbsp;And I'm super excited because this means that summer is right around the corner!!! &amp;nbsp;WOOHOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*This is random*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One last thing... I took a pregnancy test this morning. &amp;nbsp;It was positive. &amp;nbsp;So Lane went to the store and got me some more tests... which were negative. &amp;nbsp;I'm gonna say... I was kinda bummed. &amp;nbsp;I'm gonna take another one in the morning just to be sure... &amp;nbsp;And also, weird to get a false positive??? &amp;nbsp;Right??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are a few pictures... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't take that many this year. &amp;nbsp;Bummer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TRgnZPdrgJI/AAAAAAAABNQ/kKVFeQAfVfs/s1600/IMG_1711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TRgnZPdrgJI/AAAAAAAABNQ/kKVFeQAfVfs/s400/IMG_1711.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On our way to &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Christmas party!!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TRgnlVM5E-I/AAAAAAAABNU/nD24mdTRCmc/s1600/IMG_1740.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TRgnlVM5E-I/AAAAAAAABNU/nD24mdTRCmc/s400/IMG_1740.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Presents!!! &amp;nbsp;Yes. &amp;nbsp;It was a tad bit overboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TRgntdPvr7I/AAAAAAAABNY/kpA2HdULdm0/s1600/IMG_1744.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TRgntdPvr7I/AAAAAAAABNY/kpA2HdULdm0/s400/IMG_1744.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Foofie loves her aunt Beetee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TRgn13i-aRI/AAAAAAAABNc/oW6jsciReGs/s1600/IMG_1758.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TRgn13i-aRI/AAAAAAAABNc/oW6jsciReGs/s400/IMG_1758.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TRgn-G86hAI/AAAAAAAABNg/iQ-JpYJiik4/s1600/IMG_1762.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TRgn-G86hAI/AAAAAAAABNg/iQ-JpYJiik4/s400/IMG_1762.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Claire said, "I guess he didn't like this cookie! &amp;nbsp;He only took one bite!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TRgoIKqq7HI/AAAAAAAABNk/MgDLS4T6QVc/s1600/IMG_1771.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TRgoIKqq7HI/AAAAAAAABNk/MgDLS4T6QVc/s400/IMG_1771.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TRgoh_8OqeI/AAAAAAAABNo/_0QmD2bhZBY/s1600/IMG_1772.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TRgoh_8OqeI/AAAAAAAABNo/_0QmD2bhZBY/s400/IMG_1772.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And christmas wouldn't be christmas without this bed head. &amp;nbsp; It's getting better every year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-1755104437962180965?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TRgnZPdrgJI/AAAAAAAABNQ/kKVFeQAfVfs/s72-c/IMG_1711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-1084228151180727227</id><published>2010-12-09T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T02:49:55.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My wise man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright people... it's 2:27 am. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm typing this with shaky hands... waiting for the calm to come so I can get some sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been in a weird place for the past few weeks. &amp;nbsp;Better in some ways, worse in others. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just had an insane experience... with Lane. &amp;nbsp;As some of you know, I've been going it alone with this whole anxiety thing. &amp;nbsp;I have a wonderful husband. &amp;nbsp;He's supportive in other ways. &amp;nbsp;When he knows I'm stressed he's extra helpful around the house, or he'll take the girls so I can nap or have alone time. &amp;nbsp;He's amazing. &amp;nbsp;But when it comes to my anxiety he's never really said anything. &amp;nbsp;Tonight he was at a friends house and came in late. &amp;nbsp;I was in bed... awake. &amp;nbsp;The lights were off but when he came in I turned my light on and told him I couldn't sleep. &amp;nbsp;He asked why. &amp;nbsp;Anxiety. &amp;nbsp;He asked if he could give me a back rub. &amp;nbsp;I let him for a few minutes but I felt like I couldn't breathe so I made him stop. &amp;nbsp;He asked me what was going on and I said, "I don't really know. &amp;nbsp;My mind is just racing..." &amp;nbsp;He said, "If I could take it for you, I would in a second. &amp;nbsp;I would take on whatever you're dealing with in a split second." &amp;nbsp;And then he started to cry. &amp;nbsp;Let me say, Lane DOES NOT cry. &amp;nbsp;Ever. &amp;nbsp;He cried on our wedding day and maybe one other time...? &amp;nbsp;But we've been together for 10 years now. &amp;nbsp;And he doesn't cry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But this man wept for me tonight. &amp;nbsp;He tried to hide his face in his pillow but I could hear every sob... for me. &amp;nbsp;We cried together... for the first time ever. &amp;nbsp;He said he was just so frustrated. &amp;nbsp;Frustrated that he couldn't fix me and frustrated that I'm doing this alone. &amp;nbsp;He kept saying that he would take it from me if he could. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then we talked. &amp;nbsp;About everything. &amp;nbsp;For the first time ever. &amp;nbsp;Lot's of firsts tonight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just haven't felt like I could share this stuff with Lane. &amp;nbsp;He doesn't get anxiety about anything. &amp;nbsp;He doesn't have ANY. AT. ALL. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But he explained how it affects everyone around me. &amp;nbsp;I knew this, but it's eye opening to have someone tell you straight up. &amp;nbsp;He told me he sees how it affects the girls, and my parents, and of course, him. &amp;nbsp;I know this and it should be enough to make me say, "ENOUGH. &amp;nbsp;I'm done with anxiety." &amp;nbsp;And I want to say that with all of my heart. &amp;nbsp;But how?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also talked about the positives and negatives in my life. &amp;nbsp;I have a loooong list of positives and I have one thing on my negative list... you guessed it... anxiety. &amp;nbsp;And which one do I spend more time thinking about? &amp;nbsp;Anxiety. &amp;nbsp;Which one do I pray about more? &amp;nbsp;Anxiety. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lane told me, "I don't pray often but when I do it always starts with 'Thank you'". &amp;nbsp;He said when things come up in life that are rough he doesn't beg God for a way out, he just waits for it to pass, because that's life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am married to a wise man. &amp;nbsp;A man that sees the world in a way that we all should. &amp;nbsp;A man that is thankful. &amp;nbsp;A man that just taught me a great lesson about myself. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for loving me Lane. &amp;nbsp;Thank you for crying for me. &amp;nbsp;That's what I needed tonight. &amp;nbsp;I needed to know that you are here and that you don't understand but that you love me. &amp;nbsp;Thank you. &amp;nbsp;I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-1084228151180727227?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/1084228151180727227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=1084228151180727227' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/1084228151180727227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/1084228151180727227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-wise-man.html' title='My wise man.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-3257386956817275274</id><published>2010-11-25T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T04:52:20.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4:16 am.</title><content type='html'>I'm up. &amp;nbsp;4:16 am. &amp;nbsp;I shot out of bed in full panic mode, ready to run from something... but how can you run from yourself? &amp;nbsp;Does anyone ever feel like with your anxiety you'll be feeling really awesome about it and then it gets worse before it can get even better. &amp;nbsp;I think that's where I'm at. &amp;nbsp;It might be the enemy attacking me... or it might just be me. &amp;nbsp;Either way, I'm up. &amp;nbsp;Wide awake. &amp;nbsp;And it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone read My Utmost for His Highest by Oswald Chambers? &amp;nbsp;I've been reading this little book almost everyday for probably 8 or 9 years. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure there have been times where I've gone months without reading it, but I've read it a lot. &amp;nbsp;It's an old book. &amp;nbsp;The first edition was published in 1932. &amp;nbsp;This man had an amazing heart for God. &amp;nbsp;And it's crazy that he wrote all of these things that I can relate to today. &amp;nbsp;It shows that God never changes. &amp;nbsp;It's a little devotional book. &amp;nbsp;There's some scripture and some insight from Oswald Chambers for every day of the year. &amp;nbsp;I particularly love his entry for November 7th... "The Undetected Sacredness of Circumstances". &amp;nbsp;He's starts with the verse Romans 8:28... "We know that all things work together for good to those who love God..." &amp;nbsp;And then says this, "The circumstances of a saint's life are ordained of God. &amp;nbsp;In the life of a saint there is no such thing as chance. &amp;nbsp;God by his providence brings you into circumstances that you can't understand at all, but the Spirit of God understands. &amp;nbsp;God brings you to places, among people, and into certain conditions to accomplish a definite purpose through the intercession of the Spirit in you. &amp;nbsp;Never put yourself in front of your circumstances and say, 'I'm going to be my own providence here; I will watch this closely, or protect myself from that.' All your circumstances are in the hand of God, and therefore you don't ever have to think they are unnatural or unique."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe this... but I don't live like I believe it. &amp;nbsp;I believe that God knows every part of me. &amp;nbsp;He knows my heart and my mind and my body. &amp;nbsp;He knows what I'll do and say tomorrow... and the next day... and the next. &amp;nbsp;But I don't live my life like I know these things. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I live my life in fear of the next day, hour or moment. &amp;nbsp;I'm fearful of the unknown. &amp;nbsp;Lately it's not everyday that I feel this way, which is a step in the right direction. &amp;nbsp;Why can't I just accept my circumstances, know that I'm there for a reason, and get on with my life? &amp;nbsp;Because something in me is telling me to fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over this living in fear thing. &amp;nbsp;I'm ready to move on but I know it's gonna take more time. &amp;nbsp;I got myself into this mess and now I have to dig myself out. &amp;nbsp;And that's gonna take months... maybe even years. &amp;nbsp;But I'm willing to put in the time to get rid of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously how many blogs can one person possible write about anxiety. &amp;nbsp;A LOT apparently. &amp;nbsp;Sorry guys. &amp;nbsp;This is just what I do in the middle of the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-3257386956817275274?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/3257386956817275274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=3257386956817275274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/3257386956817275274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/3257386956817275274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2010/11/416-am.html' title='4:16 am.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-8082433016962026644</id><published>2010-11-22T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T22:45:42.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run with me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright running friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who's up for a little challenge??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna do something to get me (and all of you) motivated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How about setting a weekly miles goal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since the City to Sea half marathon I have been slacking. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;BIG TIME&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;After that I just didn't feel like I had anything to work towards. &amp;nbsp;And that race was so bad for me I was just bummed out on running. &amp;nbsp;I've ran a few miles here and there but my love and passion for running kind of died out for a little while and now I feel like I lost one of my best friends. &amp;nbsp;I'm sad. &amp;nbsp;I'm irritable. &amp;nbsp;I'm &lt;i&gt;soo&lt;/i&gt; tired all the time. &amp;nbsp;I'm depressed. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I. need. to. RUN.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So let's do something about this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's set a goal for this week. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's say 20 miles total for this week? &amp;nbsp;That gives us six days to get 20 miles in. &amp;nbsp;If we run everyday that's only a little over 3 miles a day... or split it up into some longer runs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who's with me??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-8082433016962026644?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/8082433016962026644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=8082433016962026644' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/8082433016962026644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/8082433016962026644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2010/11/run-with-me.html' title='Run with me!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-4412054727465915911</id><published>2010-11-15T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T16:53:02.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring on the earthquakes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Read this... and read &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; of it. &amp;nbsp;I want input and opinions about the last part...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I started seeing a new counselor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've seen her twice. &amp;nbsp;We're doing sessions every two weeks and I'm honestly feeling waaay better about life... about &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We focus on my specific phobias and fears and that's working out really well for me. &amp;nbsp;We aren't going to dig into my past... (I don't think there's anything to dig up.) We're just focusing on now and why I do the things I do and feel the way I feel. &amp;nbsp;She made a good point that hit me hard. &amp;nbsp;She said prayer is awesome. &amp;nbsp;It will work in amazing ways. &amp;nbsp;We can use it find peace and to relax but sometimes we need more. &amp;nbsp;She said I could take a grain of wheat and lay it on my table and have every pastor in the world come to my house and pray that it would grow and produce... but it won't. &amp;nbsp;It needs to be planted in the ground to grow. &amp;nbsp;So if I just take the grain of wheat off of my table, plant it in the ground and give it some water it'll produce. &amp;nbsp;So that's me... I have these issues. &amp;nbsp;I've been praying and praying for 2 years that God would take them from me. &amp;nbsp;But what I've really needed is to find a way to let them go.&lt;b&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; need to give them up and get them out of my life. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; need to do that on my own and then he can do amazing things in me. &amp;nbsp;I just haven't given it up yet. &amp;nbsp;But I'm well on my way. &amp;nbsp;So instead of just sitting and waiting for something to happen, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; need to take the next step. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is kind of off the subject... but it'll all tie together... I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A local pastor, whom I love and respect, made an announcement at his church the other day. &amp;nbsp;(This is the church I grew up in... but that I don't go to anymore.) &amp;nbsp;He said he had a "vision". &amp;nbsp;I don't know if those are the exact words he used. &amp;nbsp;He said that he feels there will be an earthquake in California. &amp;nbsp;He feels it might be in March. &amp;nbsp;He's predicting an 8.0 or higher and he says it will be statewide. &amp;nbsp;He's calling is a "Mercy Shake". &amp;nbsp;But an 8.0 statewide earthquake would be a lot more than a mercy shake. &amp;nbsp;People would die. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;A lot&lt;/b&gt; of people would die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;YIKES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I heard this and thought, "This is ridiculous." &amp;nbsp;Seriously. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hard part is, this is a trustworthy man. &amp;nbsp;A man that has known my family since I was tiny. &amp;nbsp;He loves Jesus soo much. &amp;nbsp;But wow. &amp;nbsp;I don't even know. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe that God still speaks to people in this way. &amp;nbsp;But I don't agree with putting a time or a number on anything. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if this doesn't happen? &amp;nbsp;Hundreds and hundreds of people in his church will be... let down? &amp;nbsp;And what if it does? &amp;nbsp;Why is the pastor the only one I know of that has ever heard from God in this way? &amp;nbsp;And why is God not speaking to other pastors in California about this? &amp;nbsp;Why can't he let them know so they can tell there churches to be prepared for this HUGE disaster?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just confused I guess. &amp;nbsp;It's the kind of thing where you hope it doesn't happen... of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, I believe that God gives people discernment and so far I haven't heard anyone say that they think &lt;b&gt;THIS IS&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;IT&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;People are like, "Uhhhh.... what?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So ya, this is going on. &amp;nbsp;I'm soo surprised that my anxiety isn't through the roof over this. &amp;nbsp;I've been pretty calm about it. &amp;nbsp;Just like, "Ya maybe, maybe not? &amp;nbsp;Whatever happens, happens." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this is to say that, my anxiety has gotten &lt;i&gt;soo&lt;/i&gt; much better. &amp;nbsp;Seriously? &amp;nbsp;I should be a crazy person right now and I'm not. &amp;nbsp;I'm okay. &amp;nbsp;I have Jesus. &amp;nbsp;I have my family. &amp;nbsp;I'm happy. &amp;nbsp;I'm content. &amp;nbsp;I've been shaken up in a good way. &amp;nbsp;I'm ready for life. &amp;nbsp;I'm ready for whatever. &amp;nbsp;These things that I'm so afraid of will only make me stronger. &amp;nbsp;So bring on the earthquakes, (not literally please) &amp;nbsp;because I can handle em'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And P.S. &amp;nbsp;This has gotten me thinking though... Getting some supplies together is not a bad idea. &amp;nbsp;You know... just in case. &amp;nbsp;You never know. &amp;nbsp;There &lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt; be an earthquake at some point. &amp;nbsp;I mean... this is California.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-4412054727465915911?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/4412054727465915911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=4412054727465915911' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/4412054727465915911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/4412054727465915911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2010/11/bring-on-earthquakes.html' title='Bring on the earthquakes...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-5625894726040984179</id><published>2010-11-09T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T00:02:24.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much needed girls trip.</title><content type='html'>Here I am. &amp;nbsp;I fell asleep on the couch a little bit ago then tried to get up and go to bed... and here's what happens... &amp;nbsp;I'm &lt;b&gt;WIDE AWAKE&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;So I thought it would be a good time to post my blog about Disneyland. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had been wanting to do a girls only trip for sooo long. &amp;nbsp;We finally sat down and kind of threw this trip together. &amp;nbsp;We decided on Disneyland. &amp;nbsp;It's not too far from home and it's super duper fun. &amp;nbsp;And I haven't been without kids in 4 years! &amp;nbsp;Lane and I used to go all the time. &amp;nbsp;And I love that place. &amp;nbsp;It really is so dang magical. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left late Thursday night and drove to Pasadena. &amp;nbsp;Lisa's parents have a condo there. &amp;nbsp;It worked out perfectly. &amp;nbsp;We got to hit up Ikea before Disneyland, which was amazing! &amp;nbsp;We got to Disneyland around 2:00 on Friday and stayed until midnight. &amp;nbsp;We were soo tired and soo delirious. &amp;nbsp;But it was a blast. &amp;nbsp;Then we got up on Saturday (after a FULL nights sleep... thank goodness!!!) and headed over to California Adventure. &amp;nbsp;We spent the day there. &amp;nbsp;I didn't go on most of the rides... because I &lt;b&gt;HATE&lt;/b&gt; that kind of stuff... but I did participate in the bumper cars and the water rafting ride when it was night time and freezing cold. &amp;nbsp;(Good idea Lisa!!! &amp;nbsp;I'm totally kidding.) &amp;nbsp;And of course I got the most soaked out of everyone. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then we ended the night with the World of Color show and that was absolutely incredible. &amp;nbsp;Even though we had to run about a mile and a half to see it. &amp;nbsp;We had to be back by a certain time and we were running late. We ran all the way from our hotel to the park. &amp;nbsp;Let me tell ya, running at 10 o'clock at night in jeggings, a jacket, a scarf and little ballet flats is not easy... and not that fun. &amp;nbsp;But we made it and that's all that matters. &amp;nbsp; It was worth it! &amp;nbsp;That show was insane. &amp;nbsp;If you're ever there you CAN NOT miss it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are some pictures. &amp;nbsp;I didn't want to go overboard on the blog, so I'm not gonna put up a ton. &amp;nbsp;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj6whjtNhI/AAAAAAAABMw/eiND4-hlrDs/s1600/IMG_0617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj6whjtNhI/AAAAAAAABMw/eiND4-hlrDs/s400/IMG_0617.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Samantha, Lisa, Jackie and Lori... Love these girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj5XLsyeqI/AAAAAAAABMg/DN15z6BsbW0/s1600/75801_140379476011975_100001197699633_203861_37312_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj5XLsyeqI/AAAAAAAABMg/DN15z6BsbW0/s1600/75801_140379476011975_100001197699633_203861_37312_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj5XLsyeqI/AAAAAAAABMg/DN15z6BsbW0/s400/75801_140379476011975_100001197699633_203861_37312_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj5DioJr6I/AAAAAAAABMI/Pss2LZPtFS0/s1600/39572_1738678866714_1230918332_2041494_8176052_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj5DioJr6I/AAAAAAAABMI/Pss2LZPtFS0/s1600/39572_1738678866714_1230918332_2041494_8176052_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj5DioJr6I/AAAAAAAABMI/Pss2LZPtFS0/s400/39572_1738678866714_1230918332_2041494_8176052_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SO excited to go to Disneyland!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj48hN0mAI/AAAAAAAABME/RhWRiYYj3iI/s1600/39552_1693531496596_1187059973_1878002_962395_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj48hN0mAI/AAAAAAAABME/RhWRiYYj3iI/s400/39552_1693531496596_1187059973_1878002_962395_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cuddling on the Matterhorn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj5EpZnZPI/AAAAAAAABMM/mjQsqx4kD5M/s1600/73756_1693530736577_1187059973_1878000_377537_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj5EpZnZPI/AAAAAAAABMM/mjQsqx4kD5M/s400/73756_1693530736577_1187059973_1878000_377537_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pickle time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj5FcEKLYI/AAAAAAAABMQ/CDuslDTdDJM/s1600/75135_1693533976658_1187059973_1878009_2596968_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj5FcEKLYI/AAAAAAAABMQ/CDuslDTdDJM/s400/75135_1693533976658_1187059973_1878009_2596968_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj5QFwBU0I/AAAAAAAABMc/wxaS62p1VBQ/s1600/75300_1693536456720_1187059973_1878021_7679400_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj5QFwBU0I/AAAAAAAABMc/wxaS62p1VBQ/s400/75300_1693536456720_1187059973_1878021_7679400_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was THRILLED to have my picture taken with Mulan! &amp;nbsp;Isn't she gorgeous???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj5fVr4dOI/AAAAAAAABMs/yP6VSA_-z68/s1600/150254_1693527256490_1187059973_1877990_5606113_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj5fVr4dOI/AAAAAAAABMs/yP6VSA_-z68/s1600/150254_1693527256490_1187059973_1877990_5606113_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj5fVr4dOI/AAAAAAAABMs/yP6VSA_-z68/s400/150254_1693527256490_1187059973_1877990_5606113_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This was actually the first picture I took. &amp;nbsp;We were just leaving. &amp;nbsp;But I don't have the energy to move it to the top right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj5YX4cC2I/AAAAAAAABMk/wXoKqmw1Z6U/s1600/76682_1738681586782_1230918332_2041507_3751397_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj5YX4cC2I/AAAAAAAABMk/wXoKqmw1Z6U/s400/76682_1738681586782_1230918332_2041507_3751397_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This carousel was adorable. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj5eLPUrxI/AAAAAAAABMo/HueV3EUR-e4/s1600/148116_1693537376743_1187059973_1878024_8234769_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj5eLPUrxI/AAAAAAAABMo/HueV3EUR-e4/s400/148116_1693537376743_1187059973_1878024_8234769_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E" for Erin. &amp;nbsp;I made it happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj5NTGt6AI/AAAAAAAABMY/JTyk4jd1ebQ/s1600/75745_1693538056760_1187059973_1878031_6442921_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj5NTGt6AI/AAAAAAAABMY/JTyk4jd1ebQ/s400/75745_1693538056760_1187059973_1878031_6442921_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We had just run a mile and a half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj6z_FAphI/AAAAAAAABM4/OcHaBAVSZvU/s1600/IMG_0633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj6z_FAphI/AAAAAAAABM4/OcHaBAVSZvU/s400/IMG_0633.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj69SEgGFI/AAAAAAAABM8/Jenihho7kuI/s1600/IMG_0667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj69SEgGFI/AAAAAAAABM8/Jenihho7kuI/s400/IMG_0667.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;World of Color. &amp;nbsp;This does not do it justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj6ynRZIZI/AAAAAAAABM0/3R5ctu8Pj3A/s1600/IMG_0620.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj6ynRZIZI/AAAAAAAABM0/3R5ctu8Pj3A/s400/IMG_0620.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lane sent me this picture of the girls Saturday morning. &amp;nbsp;My heart was already breaking because I missed them so much and then I got this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;There's so much more I could say about this trip. &amp;nbsp;It was wonderful. &amp;nbsp;I needed it. &amp;nbsp;It was great to be with friends and to get away but at the same time it made me so incredibly grateful for my family because I missed them SOO much. &amp;nbsp;This trip made me a better mom. &amp;nbsp;I came home so refreshed and ready to be with my family. &amp;nbsp;And being around all of those babies at D-land kind of made me want a baby. &amp;nbsp;Uh oh. &lt;br /&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/3538149928813397544-5625894726040984179?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/5625894726040984179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=5625894726040984179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/5625894726040984179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/5625894726040984179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2010/11/much-needed-girls-trip.html' title='Much needed girls trip.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TNj6whjtNhI/AAAAAAAABMw/eiND4-hlrDs/s72-c/IMG_0617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-888374960792081751</id><published>2010-11-01T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T09:35:12.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Claire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TM7rSSbRq7I/AAAAAAAABMA/NbT1xIucSj8/s1600/IMG_0550.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TM7rSSbRq7I/AAAAAAAABMA/NbT1xIucSj8/s400/IMG_0550.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Stole this from &lt;a href="http://www.skylana.blogspot.com/"&gt;Skylana&lt;/a&gt;, who stole it from &lt;a href="http://www.emeryjo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emery&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;And I totally remember when Emery did this a few years ago. &amp;nbsp;I don't know if you made up these questions Skylana, but I just used yours. &amp;nbsp;So thanks :) &amp;nbsp;And I've always wanted to do this... because kids say cute things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;1. What is something mommy always says to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Claire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;2. What makes mommy happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;When I say, "Love you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;3. What makes mommy sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;When I do bad stuff to Faye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;4. How does your mom make you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Make funny faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;5. What was your mom like as a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Uh... my little pony?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;6. How old is your mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Uhh... firty? &amp;nbsp;(30)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;7. How tall is your mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Four.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;8. What is her favorite thing to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Pet Bridgette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;9. What does your mom do when you're not around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Hang out with Faye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Um I know! &amp;nbsp;Loving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;11. What is your mom really good at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Playing with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;12. What is your mom not very good at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Eating popsicles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;13. What does your mom do for her job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;She cleans dishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;14. What's your mom's favorite food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;15. What makes you proud of your mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Buckling me up in my carseat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Jasmine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-888374960792081751?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/888374960792081751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=888374960792081751' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/888374960792081751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/888374960792081751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2010/11/claire.html' title='Claire.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TM7rSSbRq7I/AAAAAAAABMA/NbT1xIucSj8/s72-c/IMG_0550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-563663381112715279</id><published>2010-10-31T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T08:55:37.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fashion - Sunday</title><content type='html'>Can't believe its already Sunday! This week flew by despite the fact that the girls have been sick all.week.long.  I'm so thankful that today is a new day.  We're still sick over here but it just feels good to wake up to a new morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's outfit is... eh.  I threw this on because I get to go to the store!!!  Woohoo!!!  My moms gonna come over and watch the girls so I get to get out for a minute!  Thank the Lord for my mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/31/1614.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/31/s_1614.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirt &amp; leggings: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;Dress: Urban Outfitters&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: China Town in SF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/31/1617.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/31/s_1617.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everyone!  Have fun with your little ones:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-563663381112715279?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/563663381112715279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=563663381112715279' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/563663381112715279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/563663381112715279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-fashion-sunday.html' title='Fall Fashion - Sunday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-1077588978873946498</id><published>2010-10-30T10:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T10:07:29.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fashion - Saturday</title><content type='html'>I'm attempting my first blog on my iPhone because Claire took over the computer.  She's really busy watching Justin Bieber videos on YouTube.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday!  Now Faye has a fever so we're takin' it easy.  We'll be having yet another movie day over here.  And I'm gonna try and get a Costco trip in at some point.  So today's outfit is super casual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little sickie... Dreadlocks and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/30/1315.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/30/s_1315.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/30/1316.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/30/s_1316.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweatshirt: Ross&lt;br /&gt;Tshirt: Lane's closet&lt;br /&gt;Jeans: Triple Q (hand me downs)&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Blowfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/30/1317.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/30/s_1317.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great Saturday!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-1077588978873946498?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/1077588978873946498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=1077588978873946498' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/1077588978873946498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/1077588978873946498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-fashion-saturday.html' title='Fall Fashion - Saturday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-499865003434934779</id><published>2010-10-29T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T12:45:20.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fashion Week - Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been inspired. &amp;nbsp;So many of you have been wearing comfy knee length skirts this week. &amp;nbsp;I have a couple so I decided to bust one out. &amp;nbsp;I haven't worn this since I was pregnant with Claire. &amp;nbsp;But it's &lt;i&gt;super &lt;/i&gt;comfy. &amp;nbsp;And today I wanted to be comfy. &amp;nbsp;The only things on my agenda today are running and showering (already did those), paying bills, grocery shopping and a little cleaning... oh and buying a new washer/dryer online! &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;YES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMsiRObwU4I/AAAAAAAABLs/-M9NULP8o9E/s1600/IMG_0474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMsiRObwU4I/AAAAAAAABLs/-M9NULP8o9E/s400/IMG_0474.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shirt: Ross&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Skirt: I don't know... but it has pockets so I like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shoes: Blowfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And me wearing my hair down is a big deal. &amp;nbsp;It's in that awkward stage... still kinda short but also kinda long-er-ish. (Long for me anyway!) &amp;nbsp;Grow hair grow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMsiaFjqT4I/AAAAAAAABLw/L88Ol5nrwyg/s1600/IMG_0475.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMsiaFjqT4I/AAAAAAAABLw/L88Ol5nrwyg/s400/IMG_0475.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMsiodwYC7I/AAAAAAAABL0/AUwlHWXon1Q/s1600/IMG_0481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMsiodwYC7I/AAAAAAAABL0/AUwlHWXon1Q/s400/IMG_0481.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sad that fashion week is almost over! &amp;nbsp;Check out the other girls on &lt;a href="http://www.emeryjo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emery's&lt;/a&gt; blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-499865003434934779?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/499865003434934779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=499865003434934779' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/499865003434934779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/499865003434934779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-fashion-week-friday.html' title='Fall Fashion Week - Friday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMsiRObwU4I/AAAAAAAABLs/-M9NULP8o9E/s72-c/IMG_0474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-4274421157508459374</id><published>2010-10-28T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T15:53:26.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fashion Week - Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally! &amp;nbsp;It's almost 4:00 and I'm finally posting. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's almost 80 degrees here today... not exactly sweater, tights and boots weather. &amp;nbsp;So I had to wear shorts. &amp;nbsp;It's just too nice out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMn9j9xp5iI/AAAAAAAABLk/2QFTyDU2FRU/s1600/IMG_0461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMn9j9xp5iI/AAAAAAAABLk/2QFTyDU2FRU/s400/IMG_0461.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cardigan: Steve and Barry's (like a million years ago..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tank Top: American Apparel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shorts: Pants I bought at Kohls and cut off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Knee Socks: Forever 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Boots: Steve Madden from Marshalls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMn9uuyKXbI/AAAAAAAABLo/j2wlRporOGE/s1600/IMG_0466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMn9uuyKXbI/AAAAAAAABLo/j2wlRporOGE/s400/IMG_0466.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And Claire had her Harvest Party at preschool today. &amp;nbsp;Doesn't she look so cute in her Batgirl costume? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMn9aVdZeRI/AAAAAAAABLg/E7SilqQlA00/s1600/IMG_0439.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMn9aVdZeRI/AAAAAAAABLg/E7SilqQlA00/s400/IMG_0439.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm loving seeing what you all are wearing! &amp;nbsp;I feel bad because I don't get to look at everyone since like 80 ladies are doing this every day! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-4274421157508459374?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/4274421157508459374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=4274421157508459374' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/4274421157508459374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/4274421157508459374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-fashion-week-thursday.html' title='Fall Fashion Week - Thursday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMn9j9xp5iI/AAAAAAAABLk/2QFTyDU2FRU/s72-c/IMG_0461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-2817194709310880506</id><published>2010-10-27T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T10:43:22.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fashion Week - Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wednesday already! &amp;nbsp;Crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today it's actually cold enough to wear leggings &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; boots. &amp;nbsp;It's like 65 degrees today! &amp;nbsp;Brrrr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This first picture is funny. &amp;nbsp;Totally looks like I meant to do this dramatic pose. &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I didn't mean to! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I'm still trying to figure out how to take pictures of myself without using a mirror. &amp;nbsp;So I was about to fix my hair... and this is what I got... haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMhjOrWMkAI/AAAAAAAABLM/e8ldLghjO2E/s1600/IMG_1533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMhjOrWMkAI/AAAAAAAABLM/e8ldLghjO2E/s400/IMG_1533.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shirt: Forever 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Skirt (with pockets!!!): Forever 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Leggings: Target&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Boots: Steve Madden from Marshalls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMhjXxpKCvI/AAAAAAAABLQ/024t414FNyM/s1600/IMG_1535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMhjXxpKCvI/AAAAAAAABLQ/024t414FNyM/s400/IMG_1535.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Annnnnd... Back to the mirror. &amp;nbsp;I'm better at the mirror shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMhje6oZlUI/AAAAAAAABLU/nCuRm3CcqhM/s1600/IMG_1537.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMhje6oZlUI/AAAAAAAABLU/nCuRm3CcqhM/s400/IMG_1537.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I seriously &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; fashion week. &amp;nbsp;It's something I'll be looking forward to every season so I hope it keeps happening. &amp;nbsp;Can't wait to see what &lt;a href="http://www.emeryjo.blogspot.com/"&gt;you guys&lt;/a&gt; are wearing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-2817194709310880506?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/2817194709310880506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=2817194709310880506' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/2817194709310880506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/2817194709310880506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-fashion-week-wednesday.html' title='Fall Fashion Week - Wednesday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMhjOrWMkAI/AAAAAAAABLM/e8ldLghjO2E/s72-c/IMG_1533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-2094691134953971045</id><published>2010-10-26T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T09:44:42.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fashion Week - Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My outfit isn't very exciting today... Claire is home with a fever so I'm not doing much of anything... besides spoon feeding chicken noodle soup and cuddling... oh and putting in a new DVD every hour and a half or so... &amp;nbsp;But because of Fashion Week I actually got dressed... I would have for sure stayed in PJ's on a day like today if it weren't for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo ya, jeans and a t-shirt it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMZDXnvj-uI/AAAAAAAABK4/ClcGMCNF2Lg/s1600/IMG_1517.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMZDXnvj-uI/AAAAAAAABK4/ClcGMCNF2Lg/s400/IMG_1517.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Unicorn shirt: Urban Outfitters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cardigan: Forever 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jeans: Hurley from Marshalls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMZDgqZeatI/AAAAAAAABLA/cb0b1s4UUs8/s1600/IMG_1527.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMZDgqZeatI/AAAAAAAABLA/cb0b1s4UUs8/s400/IMG_1527.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wouldn't be a t-shirt and jeans day without TOMS... holes and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMZDlk5bDtI/AAAAAAAABLE/4O95XfbkW_g/s1600/IMG_1529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMZDlk5bDtI/AAAAAAAABLE/4O95XfbkW_g/s400/IMG_1529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My little sicky. &amp;nbsp;She actually said, "Okay I'm gonna make a sad face now" right before I took this and then I have like 7 other pictures of her smiling huge. &amp;nbsp;She felt alright today... just a little fever. &amp;nbsp;And I'm surprised every time I take a close up of her face... but how much does she look like Lane?! &amp;nbsp;It's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMZEdihu-sI/AAAAAAAABLI/ctYp7wc9K4c/s1600/IMG_1508.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMZEdihu-sI/AAAAAAAABLI/ctYp7wc9K4c/s400/IMG_1508.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And Bridgette posed for me so I had to post one of her. &amp;nbsp;Isn't she hilarious? &amp;nbsp;I laugh just looking at this picture. &amp;nbsp;I don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMZDcAGYrUI/AAAAAAAABK8/Upw_JjAA-t0/s1600/IMG_1519.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMZDcAGYrUI/AAAAAAAABK8/Upw_JjAA-t0/s400/IMG_1519.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy Tuesday everyone! &amp;nbsp;Can't wait to see what &lt;a href="http://www.emeryjo.blogspot.com/"&gt;everyone else&lt;/a&gt; is wearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-2094691134953971045?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/2094691134953971045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=2094691134953971045' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/2094691134953971045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/2094691134953971045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-fashion-week-tuesday.html' title='Fall Fashion Week - Tuesday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMZDXnvj-uI/AAAAAAAABK4/ClcGMCNF2Lg/s72-c/IMG_1517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-49763825270364407</id><published>2010-10-25T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T09:57:47.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fashion Week - Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm pretty excited about this. &amp;nbsp;This will be my 3rd time participating in a fashion week. &amp;nbsp;I didn't think I'd love doing it, but I do. &amp;nbsp;I especially love checking out what every one else is wearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMW0p21KmcI/AAAAAAAABKc/nYfwl4yA6YM/s1600/IMG_0405.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMW0p21KmcI/AAAAAAAABKc/nYfwl4yA6YM/s400/IMG_0405.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cardigan: I have no idea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dress: $3 at Walmart (Miley Cyrus) &amp;nbsp;Score!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Leggings: Forever 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Stripey Slip-ons: Walmart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, it seems that I like to shop at Walmart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMW0rZz9zUI/AAAAAAAABKg/4Ul8p_oPb7A/s1600/IMG_0406.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMW0rZz9zUI/AAAAAAAABKg/4Ul8p_oPb7A/s400/IMG_0406.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMW1YjSMGwI/AAAAAAAABKs/ESAuw1Dr0JE/s1600/IMG_0417.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMW1YjSMGwI/AAAAAAAABKs/ESAuw1Dr0JE/s400/IMG_0417.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then everyone wanted to get in on it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMW1bJrBBLI/AAAAAAAABKw/ZkOlQIMOi5U/s1600/IMG_0420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMW1bJrBBLI/AAAAAAAABKw/ZkOlQIMOi5U/s400/IMG_0420.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMW0sqbGvWI/AAAAAAAABKk/MK7BNQ7kF4A/s1600/IMG_0411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMW0sqbGvWI/AAAAAAAABKk/MK7BNQ7kF4A/s400/IMG_0411.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for the crappy iPhone pictures. &amp;nbsp;Have a great Monday everyone! &amp;nbsp;Can't wait to see what all of you are wearing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emeryjo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Check out Emery's blog:)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-49763825270364407?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/49763825270364407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=49763825270364407' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/49763825270364407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/49763825270364407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-fashion-week-monday.html' title='Fall Fashion Week - Monday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TMW0p21KmcI/AAAAAAAABKc/nYfwl4yA6YM/s72-c/IMG_0405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-4773164872102764984</id><published>2010-10-21T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T17:55:10.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faye turns two.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I already did a post on Faye for her bday. &amp;nbsp;But I wanted to post some pictures... which gave me a good excuse to look through all of her newborn pictures!!! &amp;nbsp;I love to do that. &amp;nbsp;So I wanted to post some. &amp;nbsp;She's changed so much. &amp;nbsp;She's grown up into the sweetest 2 year old little woman. &amp;nbsp;I love her more every day. &amp;nbsp;Happy Birthday Faye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been having a rough... month. &amp;nbsp;Lane working nights has taken my anxiety to a whole new level. &amp;nbsp;It makes me realize that we are such a great team. &amp;nbsp;I need that guy around. &amp;nbsp;He makes me a better person. &amp;nbsp;With him around, I'm so much more calm. &amp;nbsp;I have more patience. &amp;nbsp;I have more joy. &amp;nbsp;This is proof that God brings people together. &amp;nbsp;Two are better than one. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right now I just miss him. &amp;nbsp;I miss our family dinners every night. &amp;nbsp;I miss giving the girls a bath then handing them off to Lane so he can wrap them up tight in their towels and cuddle with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart breaks when Claire asks again and again, "Where's daddy?" &amp;nbsp;She loves him so much. &amp;nbsp;She's missing him like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just feel a little bit empty and I can't wait for this job to be done so we can have Lane back. &amp;nbsp;Less than a month left to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight I think Claire knew I was sad. &amp;nbsp;So she was singing to me, and teaching me a song she learned at school...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She sang, in her cute little voice. &amp;nbsp;"My God is so big, so strong, so mighty, there's nothing my God cannot do."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then she said, "Mom do you like the part that says, 'There's nothing my God cannot do?'" &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yes baby, I love that part."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know what I'm feeling is something "small". &amp;nbsp;It's not really a big deal. &amp;nbsp;It's just a little sadness. &amp;nbsp;But it's nice to know that "there is nothing my God cannot do". &amp;nbsp;Thanks for the reminder tiny one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-7178434219077700204?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/7178434219077700204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=7178434219077700204' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/7178434219077700204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/7178434219077700204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2010/10/theres-nothing-my-god-cannot-do.html' title='There&apos;s nothing my God cannot do.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-8462377307509378518</id><published>2010-10-17T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T20:32:23.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Foofie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLpbKecGOqI/AAAAAAAABI8/3I5BZQhcZTg/s1600/IMG_1440.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLpbKecGOqI/AAAAAAAABI8/3I5BZQhcZTg/s400/IMG_1440.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faye's birthday is actually this coming Thursday but we celebrated this weekend with a little family party. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lane's sisters came into town. &amp;nbsp;One from LA, the other from Monterey and the girls were soo excited! &amp;nbsp;Claire and Faye are obsessed with their aunties. &amp;nbsp;All of the grandpa's and grandma's were there, and Auntie Marilyn, Uncle Adam, Aunt Brittany and also Faye's boyfriend/future husband, Jackson and his mama Lori. &amp;nbsp;So we kept it small, which made me realize how much I HATE doing giant parties. &amp;nbsp;This was just so much easier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did a Yo Gabba Gabba party. &amp;nbsp;I didn't go too crazy on the Yo Gabba Gabba stuff but we did some little things to make it special. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also ordered Baja Fresh for everyone because Faye pretty much only eats beans and rice and Baja Fresh is her favorite. &amp;nbsp;It was delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLpa90JLhwI/AAAAAAAABI0/FkKKM304ulc/s1600/IMG_1438.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLpa90JLhwI/AAAAAAAABI0/FkKKM304ulc/s400/IMG_1438.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All of Faye's favorite treats... Well, some might be my favorite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLpa90JLhwI/AAAAAAAABI0/FkKKM304ulc/s1600/IMG_1438.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLpa6uMgqWI/AAAAAAAABIw/WSFhKd3SyRI/s1600/IMG_1433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLpa6uMgqWI/AAAAAAAABIw/WSFhKd3SyRI/s400/IMG_1433.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That peanut butter frosting is insanely good. &amp;nbsp;YUM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLpccwttwXI/AAAAAAAABJU/pH0O1RyumIw/s1600/IMG_1431.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLpccwttwXI/AAAAAAAABJU/pH0O1RyumIw/s400/IMG_1431.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Faye collage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLpbGHvzRUI/AAAAAAAABI4/7bBCF9gyaRQ/s1600/IMG_1439.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLpbGHvzRUI/AAAAAAAABI4/7bBCF9gyaRQ/s400/IMG_1439.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lane always thinks I'm weird when I take pictures of food and stuff... Haha... &amp;nbsp;But HELLO, it's for Faye's birthday blog!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLpbOVt_vAI/AAAAAAAABJA/W5xZyjEXUg0/s1600/IMG_1442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLpbOVt_vAI/AAAAAAAABJA/W5xZyjEXUg0/s400/IMG_1442.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLpbSFgFV6I/AAAAAAAABJE/s7PoHMOMxbw/s1600/IMG_1444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLpbSFgFV6I/AAAAAAAABJE/s7PoHMOMxbw/s400/IMG_1444.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She really loved her cupcakes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLpbVvRzH9I/AAAAAAAABJI/-Y-RRcEoX8k/s1600/IMG_1453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLpbVvRzH9I/AAAAAAAABJI/-Y-RRcEoX8k/s400/IMG_1453.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLpbbzXWtXI/AAAAAAAABJM/WGAw6Sr6eAc/s1600/IMG_1455.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLpbbzXWtXI/AAAAAAAABJM/WGAw6Sr6eAc/s400/IMG_1455.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;New balance bike and a Hello Kitty helmet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLpbh2-FQLI/AAAAAAAABJQ/KvLPmaE44Cc/s1600/IMG_1482.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLpbh2-FQLI/AAAAAAAABJQ/KvLPmaE44Cc/s400/IMG_1482.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jackson. &amp;nbsp;Isn't he a cutie patootie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLu_m_Juy5I/AAAAAAAABJg/WRA0fkc59C8/s1600/IMG_1462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLu_m_Juy5I/AAAAAAAABJg/WRA0fkc59C8/s400/IMG_1462.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLpdLdtBHGI/AAAAAAAABJY/eRUhZef8Dug/s1600/IMG_1424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLpdLdtBHGI/AAAAAAAABJY/eRUhZef8Dug/s400/IMG_1424.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hugs for Bridgette!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLpdOpS2zMI/AAAAAAAABJc/sobLw3OheW8/s1600/IMG_1425.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLpdOpS2zMI/AAAAAAAABJc/sobLw3OheW8/s400/IMG_1425.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Birthday Faye! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You are crazy, silly, hilarious and so precious! &amp;nbsp;You make us laugh a hundred times a day. &amp;nbsp;You are an old soul. &amp;nbsp;You love to have your alone time. &amp;nbsp;But also, you're a mama's girl. &amp;nbsp;I don't want you to grow up! &amp;nbsp;You are so tiny and wonderful and I love your baby cuddles. &amp;nbsp;Please stay little! &amp;nbsp;I know you can't but you will always be my little one. &amp;nbsp;I love you with all my heart! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-8462377307509378518?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/8462377307509378518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=8462377307509378518' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/8462377307509378518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/8462377307509378518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-foofie.html' title='Happy Birthday Foofie.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLpbKecGOqI/AAAAAAAABI8/3I5BZQhcZTg/s72-c/IMG_1440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-4577039076842810136</id><published>2010-10-11T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T21:45:16.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>City to Sea Half Marathon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday I ran the City to Sea Half Marathon. &amp;nbsp;It started in down town San Luis and we ran to Pismo Beach. &amp;nbsp;The run was beautiful. &amp;nbsp;There were quite a few unexpected hills... which was kind of a bummer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Quite a few girls from our running team ran it and did UHH-MAZING! &amp;nbsp;Seriously, they kicked butt. &amp;nbsp;I was so inspired by each and every one of them. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to stop and give up so many times yesterday but the thought of meeting all of them at the finish line kept me going. &amp;nbsp;I love love love our little team. &amp;nbsp;We pretty much rule. &amp;nbsp;I can't believe how far all of us have come together. &amp;nbsp;And if it weren't for the support I don't think we could do what we do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLPlTHCu0hI/AAAAAAAABIQ/wRpwWfldDF4/s1600/69474_10150309079575457_10150161444720457_15287456_1959829_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLPlTHCu0hI/AAAAAAAABIQ/wRpwWfldDF4/s400/69474_10150309079575457_10150161444720457_15287456_1959829_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aren't we cool?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I feel like a little jerk but I may have been a bit rotten after the race yesterday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I needed sugar!!! &amp;nbsp;I realized that when I almost passed out and threw up at Broadway Bagel and also I had some other things going on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First of all I was &lt;b&gt;BUMMED &lt;/b&gt;out. &amp;nbsp;My knees (BOTH of them!!!) hurt like a moe foe. &amp;nbsp;Seriously, every stride from mile 9 on was borderline excruciating. &amp;nbsp;So I was just mad at my body. &amp;nbsp;And also, I was having some major stomach issues. &amp;nbsp;I felt horrible until I woke up this morning. &amp;nbsp;Why can't running be easy? &amp;nbsp;Why can't I run without pain? &amp;nbsp;I watch Lane do these 50+ mile races and all he gets are sore feet or black toe nails. &amp;nbsp;(SICK. &amp;nbsp;I know.) &amp;nbsp;But seriously? &amp;nbsp;No blisters? No knee problems? &amp;nbsp;Some people are just meant to run far... and some aren't. &amp;nbsp;I guess I just got super discouraged yesterday. &amp;nbsp;And I honestly thought, "I'm not meant to run 1/2 marathons." &amp;nbsp;But if I can find a way to run that far and NOT have knee pain then I'll do it again and again and again. &amp;nbsp;Because I love it. &amp;nbsp;When I run in my Vibrams I don't have knee pain, but I have other pain... like in my ankles and feet... but that might just be from not having the support of a shoe? &amp;nbsp;I don't know. &amp;nbsp;Am I willing to switch out my knee pain for something else? &amp;nbsp;I guess it's worth a try. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I have another half marathon coming up in 2 weeks. &amp;nbsp;Vibrams or no Vibrams? &amp;nbsp;That is the question.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLPlm8KsGWI/AAAAAAAABIU/I9tN0tUHWi0/s1600/68574_10150309079250457_10150161444720457_15287434_5952601_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLPlm8KsGWI/AAAAAAAABIU/I9tN0tUHWi0/s400/68574_10150309079250457_10150161444720457_15287434_5952601_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me and my favorite running buddy, Jess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLPmCgE_TvI/AAAAAAAABIg/x4_YU6QypdI/s1600/68449_10150309082485457_10150161444720457_15287535_6820588_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLPmCgE_TvI/AAAAAAAABIg/x4_YU6QypdI/s400/68449_10150309082485457_10150161444720457_15287535_6820588_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me and Jess still feelin' good 5 miles in. &amp;nbsp;Well, she felt good the whole time. &amp;nbsp;Me... not so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-4577039076842810136?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/4577039076842810136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=4577039076842810136' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/4577039076842810136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/4577039076842810136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2010/10/city-to-sea-half-marathon.html' title='City to Sea Half Marathon.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TLPlTHCu0hI/AAAAAAAABIQ/wRpwWfldDF4/s72-c/69474_10150309079575457_10150161444720457_15287456_1959829_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-8807257904227410673</id><published>2010-10-06T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T14:25:12.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridgette.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For those of you that don't know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We adopted a new little lady. &amp;nbsp;A french bulldog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bridgette.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We loved Dexter. &amp;nbsp;But he wasn't loving Faye so we found him a new wonderful family and he's doing great. &amp;nbsp; We went about a month without a dog and it just didn't feel right. &amp;nbsp;So I found this little girl. &amp;nbsp;She's 4 1/2 years old. &amp;nbsp;She came from a local breeder. &amp;nbsp;She'd given them a few litters and after her last one in August they got her fixed and put her up for adoption and we were lucky enough to end up with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is seriously the &lt;b&gt;BEST&lt;/b&gt; dog in the world. &amp;nbsp;She lets Faye lay on her, sit on her, pull her ears... &amp;nbsp; She returns Faye's pokes in the eyeballs with big kisses. &amp;nbsp;She loves everyone. &amp;nbsp;She loves dogs. &amp;nbsp;She ignores our chickens. &amp;nbsp;She loves to lay around the house. &amp;nbsp;She loves to ride in the car, which is great. &amp;nbsp;We spend a lot of time driving since we live out in the country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And she's just adorable. &amp;nbsp;You may not think so... &amp;nbsp;But man, I love her. &amp;nbsp;I'm always telling Lane, "I just love her so much!" &amp;nbsp;And he's like, "I know. &amp;nbsp;I know." &amp;nbsp;I probably tell him that like eight times a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And geez. &amp;nbsp;I just love her. &amp;nbsp;You would too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TKzo3zZkh4I/AAAAAAAABH4/k-iiPACX-O0/s1600/IMG_0233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TKzo3zZkh4I/AAAAAAAABH4/k-iiPACX-O0/s400/IMG_0233.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-8807257904227410673?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/8807257904227410673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=8807257904227410673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/8807257904227410673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/8807257904227410673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2010/10/bridgette.html' title='Bridgette.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TKzo3zZkh4I/AAAAAAAABH4/k-iiPACX-O0/s72-c/IMG_0233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-3204026953749840548</id><published>2010-10-01T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T23:09:07.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outage... the life ruiner.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we're in outage mode right now... for those of you that know me in real life you know that means that Lane works nights for what seems like an eternity and I become a single mother. &amp;nbsp;We literally see Lane for 1 or 2 hours out of the entire day and during that time he is eating, showering, and getting his stuff ready for work. &amp;nbsp;We've almost made it through week one and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;my head is going to explode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like I'm going crazy. &amp;nbsp;Remember that blog I wrote about props to single moms?? &amp;nbsp;Well &lt;b&gt;SERIOUS&lt;/b&gt; props to single moms. &amp;nbsp;You are my heroes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not only am I doing everything alone that I'm used to having help with but we are also dealing with the terrible/wretched/rotten two's and also the terrible-almost-four's. &amp;nbsp;(Is there such a thing?) &amp;nbsp;I don't know what is going on with these kids, but they hate me right now. &amp;nbsp;Half of the day in our house is spent screaming, crying, yelling, etc. Oh and then some rolling of the eyes... can't forget about that. &amp;nbsp;I feel like lately I see more of the whites of Claire's eyes than the blues... because she rolls her eyes at me ALL. DAY. LONG. &amp;nbsp; Then the other half is spent sleeping, eating, bathing and then playing nicely together for no more than 10 minutes at a time. &amp;nbsp;*And I can't forget to mention that I do get lot's of help from a lot of different peeps. &amp;nbsp;I'm &lt;i&gt;sooo&lt;/i&gt; incredibly grateful for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've had a few moments today. &amp;nbsp;Moments where Faye was laying in the middle of the aisle in Trader Joe's screaming at the top of her lungs and moments where I yelled and got teary eyed and thought, "I can't do this for one more second." &amp;nbsp;Then I took some deep breaths and realized... I'm okay. &amp;nbsp;I can do this. &amp;nbsp;I'm strong. &amp;nbsp;I prayed for patience and I got it. &amp;nbsp;I'm so grateful for prayer and for peace. &amp;nbsp;Prayer works wonders:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I love to end posts like this with pictures of the girls. &amp;nbsp;Just to remind myself how freaking cute they are and why it's so hard for me to stay mad at them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TKbKlSLRhTI/AAAAAAAABHk/SThyDlRp8F4/s1600/IMG_1729.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TKbKlSLRhTI/AAAAAAAABHk/SThyDlRp8F4/s400/IMG_1729.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I mean seriously... come on. &amp;nbsp;Faye is hilarious. &amp;nbsp;And she goes from screaming to this in a split second... &amp;nbsp;So I cannot stay mad. &amp;nbsp;It's impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TKbKqTSBqPI/AAAAAAAABHo/RCojofJf7tE/s1600/IMG_1714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TKbKqTSBqPI/AAAAAAAABHo/RCojofJf7tE/s400/IMG_1714.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Took this in our driveway. &amp;nbsp;God is HUGE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TKbKt_BFpuI/AAAAAAAABHs/WbJZSLKN8Fk/s1600/IMG_1727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TKbKt_BFpuI/AAAAAAAABHs/WbJZSLKN8Fk/s400/IMG_1727.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-3204026953749840548?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/3204026953749840548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=3204026953749840548' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/3204026953749840548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/3204026953749840548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2010/10/outage-life-ruiner.html' title='Outage... the life ruiner.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TKbKlSLRhTI/AAAAAAAABHk/SThyDlRp8F4/s72-c/IMG_1729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-2303105628150944020</id><published>2010-09-21T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T21:54:54.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Grrrl Event this Sunday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This Sunday!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;September 26th&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TJmLPz5VmuI/AAAAAAAABHc/hHF1sfjqgKA/s1600/-*-%2B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TJmLPz5VmuI/AAAAAAAABHc/hHF1sfjqgKA/s400/-*-%2B.jpg" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Our running team and SLO the Stigma are putting on an event this Sunday out at Biddle Park in Arroyo Grande. &amp;nbsp;The proceeds are going to a great cause... to raise awareness for mental illness. &amp;nbsp;If you live around here, please come! &amp;nbsp;It's going to be tons of fun. &amp;nbsp;The kids will have a blast and there's gonna be some amazing music! &amp;nbsp;We're doing a raffle and the prizes are pretty sweet! &amp;nbsp;So come and hang out!!! &amp;nbsp;&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/3538149928813397544-2303105628150944020?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/2303105628150944020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=2303105628150944020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/2303105628150944020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/2303105628150944020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2010/09/running-grrrl-event-this-sunday.html' title='Running Grrrl Event this Sunday!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TJmLPz5VmuI/AAAAAAAABHc/hHF1sfjqgKA/s72-c/-*-%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-1700508489521279557</id><published>2010-09-13T02:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T02:15:57.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Therapy.</title><content type='html'>1:45 am. &amp;nbsp;I'm up. &amp;nbsp;I was kind of waiting for Lane to get home from his man trip... He got home. &amp;nbsp;And now I'm still up... wide awake. &amp;nbsp;It's a bummer when I know I have to get up at 7:00. &amp;nbsp;But what can I do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've had a certain little lady on my mind. &amp;nbsp;I've written about her before. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.prayfordaisy.com/"&gt;Daisy Merrick&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;She's an amazing, beautiful, tiny girl. &amp;nbsp;She's been battling cancer. &amp;nbsp;It's been a crazy fight. &amp;nbsp;Tomorrow she goes in to have a tumor removed. &amp;nbsp;Last time she had it checked out it was the size of a grapefruit and things were not looking good. &amp;nbsp;She recently had it looked at and it had shrunk to the size of a slice of a tangerine. &amp;nbsp;The doctors say removing it will be no problem. &amp;nbsp;She's had people praying for her all over the world. &amp;nbsp;There are teams of people praying for her 24 hours a day. &amp;nbsp;Their recent blog posts were heartbreaking. &amp;nbsp;I think they honestly thought that this cancer would win. &amp;nbsp;But she's made such a crazy turn around and she's so full of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't God incredible? &amp;nbsp;So often we forget how big he really is. &amp;nbsp;He used Daisy to teach TONS of people, including myself that he is HUGE and that he has control. &amp;nbsp;He used her and her family because he knew they could do it. &amp;nbsp;He knew they would cling to him no matter what. &amp;nbsp;They did and they still are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please if you read this, pray for her. &amp;nbsp;She goes into surgery at 11:30 tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll write more... I'm still wide awake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading about Daisy has been quite an experience for me. &amp;nbsp;I have so many problems with fear. &amp;nbsp;I hate that. But I always think, "What a great testimony the Merricks have." &amp;nbsp;And then I think, "Geez I hope I never have to deal with something like that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known Jesus for 22 years... maybe more... shouldn't I be in place where I can trust him? &amp;nbsp;Where I don't have to fear what the future holds? &amp;nbsp;Yes. &amp;nbsp;I should be there. &amp;nbsp;But I'm not. &amp;nbsp;I can't say "yes" to anything he puts in front of me because I am terrified that it might be too much for me to handle. &amp;nbsp;When will I get to that place? &amp;nbsp;That place where I don't have fear. &amp;nbsp;What do I have to do to get there? &amp;nbsp;Being in this place is tiring. &amp;nbsp;I mean look at me... up at 2:00 am... &amp;nbsp;I want to be freed from this. &amp;nbsp;I want this to be gone. &amp;nbsp;This fear. &amp;nbsp;It holds me down. &amp;nbsp;It makes me weak. &amp;nbsp;It steals my patience. &amp;nbsp;Jesus, free me from fear. &amp;nbsp;Teach me how to let it go. &amp;nbsp; I've been praying this prayer for almost 2 years... &amp;nbsp;and I'm still here... praying this prayer. &amp;nbsp;I guess it won't leave until I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; let it go... and that's the hard part. &amp;nbsp;Jesus was ready two years ago the first time I prayed it... &amp;nbsp;I've been holding on... But I'm scared to lose control. &amp;nbsp;A part of me believes that if I keep this up I have some sort of control over life... and the truth is, I don't. &amp;nbsp;None of us do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahhh. &amp;nbsp;I need sleep. &amp;nbsp;That was my therapy session at 2:00 am. &amp;nbsp;I needed it. &amp;nbsp;Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-1700508489521279557?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/1700508489521279557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=1700508489521279557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/1700508489521279557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/1700508489521279557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2010/09/therapy.html' title='Therapy.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-6465352961594430397</id><published>2010-09-11T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T20:05:15.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROPS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Single mothers, you blow me away. &amp;nbsp;Props to you. &amp;nbsp;You are strong and amazing. &amp;nbsp;I don't know how you do it but it's awesome. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lane has been out of town (on a man trip) for almost 2 days and won't be back until tomorrow night... kind of late. &amp;nbsp;I'm going &lt;b&gt;crazy&lt;/b&gt;!!!! &amp;nbsp;I seriously want to rip my hair out. &amp;nbsp;This weekend has made me realize how much Lane does. &amp;nbsp;I don't thank him enough for his help... I need to. &amp;nbsp;I just put Faye to bed and immediately breathed a HUGE sigh of relief. &amp;nbsp;She's in terrible two mode and it's complete insanity. &amp;nbsp;90% of the time she is screaming/whining/crying. &amp;nbsp;Aaaaahhhh. &amp;nbsp;The house is semi quiet right now... besides Princess and the Frog blasting... but this is the most quiet I've had all day. &amp;nbsp;And I'm loving it. &amp;nbsp;I get to sit down for a minute, write this blog, then clean until bed time. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I guess this blog is to say that I can't do this on my own. &amp;nbsp;I don't have the patience. &amp;nbsp;Some women do... but I don't. &amp;nbsp;This is really really hard. &amp;nbsp;I'm so grateful to have Lane. &amp;nbsp;He does a lot. &amp;nbsp;He's so patient and I think his presence just makes all of us more calm. &amp;nbsp;All three of us. &amp;nbsp;We need that guy around. &amp;nbsp;I miss him a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And these babies are pretty cute. &amp;nbsp;It's hard to be mad at them for more than a few minutes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TIxCh9J7MuI/AAAAAAAABHE/Bl-6wYlj45E/s1600/IMG_1590.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TIxCh9J7MuI/AAAAAAAABHE/Bl-6wYlj45E/s400/IMG_1590.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TIxCmGiot3I/AAAAAAAABHM/dnF8ijbLa_A/s1600/IMG_1625.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TIxCmGiot3I/AAAAAAAABHM/dnF8ijbLa_A/s400/IMG_1625.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TIxCpPpOx8I/AAAAAAAABHU/HjnCvoMz0rY/s1600/IMG_1338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TIxCpPpOx8I/AAAAAAAABHU/HjnCvoMz0rY/s400/IMG_1338.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-6465352961594430397?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/6465352961594430397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=6465352961594430397' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/6465352961594430397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/6465352961594430397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2010/09/props.html' title='PROPS.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TIxCh9J7MuI/AAAAAAAABHE/Bl-6wYlj45E/s72-c/IMG_1590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-7365270372282450779</id><published>2010-09-07T21:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:42:34.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone rules. Being sick does not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I woke up this morning with a terrible sore throat... I felt pretty crappy all day and now I'm in bed at 9:30 testing out a new blogging app on my iPhone. So far so good.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Being sick is the worst... You can't run.  I sooo wanted to run today.  But last time I ran at the beginning of a sickness I paid for it.  I was sick for almost two weeks... Way longer than I should have been.  So I guess I'll rest and wait.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So this blog sucks but I just wanted to try out this app...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop' src='http://theblogbooster.com/pixel.gif' style='border:none;'/&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/3538149928813397544-7365270372282450779?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/7365270372282450779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=7365270372282450779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/7365270372282450779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/7365270372282450779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2010/09/iphone-rules-being-sick-does-not.html' title='iPhone rules. Being sick does not.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-7077399283270739974</id><published>2010-09-06T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T15:07:35.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy Feet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll admit I've made fun of people for wearing these more than a few times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TIViYxBGZaI/AAAAAAAABGs/Vm-_XfIFVoo/s1600/58465_1599671350151_1187059973_1680968_1858639_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TIViYxBGZaI/AAAAAAAABGs/Vm-_XfIFVoo/s400/58465_1599671350151_1187059973_1680968_1858639_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last week Lane and I got our new Trail Runner magazine in the mail. (Something we &lt;i&gt;sooo&lt;/i&gt; look forward to... &lt;b&gt;huge&lt;/b&gt; dorks, I know!) &amp;nbsp;There was an article all about barefoot running. &amp;nbsp;The guy that wrote it had had an insane amount of problems with running... IT band syndrome, plantar fasciitis, shin splints, messed up ankles and knees, everything. &amp;nbsp;He started running barefoot... like totally barefoot. &amp;nbsp;Over time, his body adjusted to running barefoot and he now can run without any pain, anywhere in his body. &amp;nbsp;I read that and seriously thought maybe I should try out some Vibrams... since I seem to have never ending problems with both of my IT bands. &amp;nbsp;Then I kind of forgot about it. &amp;nbsp;Saturday morning came and we had a new girl come out and run with our club. &amp;nbsp;Afterwards we were talking about how she usually runs in Vibrams and how much she loves them. &amp;nbsp;She was saying that she'd had a lot of knee problems before and now she's running without pain! &amp;nbsp;So right after I left there I rushed home, picked up Lane and the girls and we found a store that sold them. &amp;nbsp;I got em! &amp;nbsp;And I'm loving them! &amp;nbsp;I don't care how hideous or dorky they are. &amp;nbsp;I'm totally into them. &amp;nbsp;I've run once in them and it felt pretty amazing. &amp;nbsp;I'd LOVE to run the City to Sea 1/2 marathon in them. &amp;nbsp;That's only about 6 weeks away... we'll see. &amp;nbsp;But I think these things are freaking sweet. &amp;nbsp;So anyone out there that's got some crazy issues, do some research and give these weird things a try. &amp;nbsp;I'll keep you posted on them. &amp;nbsp;I already have my next pair picked out. &amp;nbsp;Bright pink ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-7077399283270739974?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/7077399283270739974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=7077399283270739974' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/7077399283270739974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/7077399283270739974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2010/09/creepy-feet.html' title='Creepy Feet...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TIViYxBGZaI/AAAAAAAABGs/Vm-_XfIFVoo/s72-c/58465_1599671350151_1187059973_1680968_1858639_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-7472113129941637117</id><published>2010-08-23T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:21:08.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is FINALLY here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;BEACH DAY!!! &amp;nbsp;Finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Today I was supposed to start my 16 week training plan for my 50k. &amp;nbsp;Didn't happen. &amp;nbsp;Oh well. &amp;nbsp;It was too hot to run... I know some of you run in 100 degree weather and you are just crazy. &amp;nbsp;But I'll count yesterday as my first day of training. &amp;nbsp;It was warm out. &amp;nbsp;We did a 3 mile loop... the last 2 miles are up hill and Lane forced me to push the double jogger up those last 2 miles of hills. &amp;nbsp;I conquered that beast and felt crazy so today I got to lay on the beach and do nothing. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-7472113129941637117?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/7472113129941637117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=7472113129941637117' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/7472113129941637117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/7472113129941637117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-is-finally-here.html' title='Summer is FINALLY here.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/THNDbvemv8I/AAAAAAAABGI/FEVc3UqV6PU/s72-c/IMG_1567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-8182608560487425068</id><published>2010-08-17T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T01:12:46.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to dig deep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't even know what I'm gonna write about...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just up. &amp;nbsp;I tried going to bed but I can't sleep. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been thinking about a lot of things lately. &amp;nbsp;About how I got to where I am. &amp;nbsp;About anxiety and why it plagues me. &amp;nbsp;I remember the day it started. &amp;nbsp;I won't go into detail but I know that a door was opened and there it was. &amp;nbsp;It hit me like a ton of bricks and it's been here ever since. &amp;nbsp;There was a good chunk of time after Claire was born where I kind of forgot about it and then a while after that it came back full force... actually 10 times worse... and now here I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anxiety is a strange thing. &amp;nbsp;You know it's there. &amp;nbsp;You know it's irrational. &amp;nbsp;And yet you believe it. &amp;nbsp;Because all of the physical symptoms make you believe that it's true and real and right. &amp;nbsp;It's a lie. &amp;nbsp;It's a lie that consumes people and takes away. &amp;nbsp;It robs us of our precious time. &amp;nbsp;I hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll say right now that I envy people that don't deal with anxiety... like Lane. &amp;nbsp;He really is not an anxious person. &amp;nbsp;He gets a little nervous from time to time... but anxious... no. &amp;nbsp;It's an amazing thing. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But do you think God &lt;i&gt;allows&lt;/i&gt; things like anxiety to happen to people? &amp;nbsp;I mean, since I've been extremely anxious I have become so much more dependent on God. &amp;nbsp;So I feel like, if I weren't anxious, would I still be so dependent on God? &amp;nbsp;And the answer right now is... probably not. &amp;nbsp;I mean I know I'd still pray and read but depend on him... no. &amp;nbsp;I&lt;b&gt; NEED&lt;/b&gt; him right now. &amp;nbsp;To get me through nights like this. &amp;nbsp;But I want to be in a place where I need him no matter what. &amp;nbsp;Where I feel like I can't make it through a day (even a good day) without him. &amp;nbsp;Am I in that place? &amp;nbsp;No. &amp;nbsp;But I want to be. &amp;nbsp;I really really want to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A friend wrote me and it was eye opening. &amp;nbsp;She was basically saying that there are probably things in my life that I need to purge before I can fully let go of anxiety. &amp;nbsp;I didn't get at first. &amp;nbsp;But I've thought about it a lot... &amp;nbsp;And there are so many things... Of course my fears, but also anger, jealousy, pride, bitterness... all of these things tear me down. &amp;nbsp;All of these things make me weak. &amp;nbsp;I don't want to be this person. &amp;nbsp;I want to be full of strength. &amp;nbsp;I want to be humble and thankful. &amp;nbsp;I want to be a good wife and a good mother. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe that I can change. &amp;nbsp;I'm thankful for the people in my life that believe that too. &amp;nbsp;I know I'm not alone in this. &amp;nbsp;So many people, especially women, feel the things that I'm feeling. &amp;nbsp;But I think a lot of us don't think that maybe a lot of our anxiousness is stemming from something other than just germs, or a fear of dying or spiders... or anything! &amp;nbsp;We don't think about the fact that there might be something in our hearts that needs to change before we can let it go. &amp;nbsp;I'm so glad my eyes were opened to this possibility and it makes me want to dig deeper and figure this all out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember God is bigger than all of this. &amp;nbsp;He's bigger than anxiety. &amp;nbsp;He's bigger than fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was feeling extremely anxious when I sat down to write this and I'm already feeling better. &amp;nbsp;It's funny how sometimes all you need to do is get it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-8182608560487425068?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/8182608560487425068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=8182608560487425068' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/8182608560487425068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/8182608560487425068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-to-dig-deep.html' title='Time to dig deep.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-8316590622757441175</id><published>2010-08-16T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T12:50:13.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Montana De Oro 25k.</title><content type='html'>This race was amazing. &amp;nbsp;Aaaahhhh! &amp;nbsp;The atmosphere at a trail race is the &lt;b&gt;BEST&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Seriously. &amp;nbsp;Everyone is so relaxed and chill and &lt;i&gt;NICE&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I was a little nervous going into this race because I have not been running a lot. &amp;nbsp;I mean maybe twice a week and that is not enough for an almost 16 mile run. &amp;nbsp;It's just not. &amp;nbsp;So I woke up yesterday morning and my goal was to finish and have fun doing it. &amp;nbsp;That's it. &amp;nbsp;And I accomplished that goal for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few little problems... but that didn't stop me from having fun. &amp;nbsp;I trashed my knees coming down the first peak. &amp;nbsp;Going into the second 8 mile loop I felt &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; great. &amp;nbsp;My knees started throbbing about 3 miles in and I knew I was in for it. &amp;nbsp;On all the up hills I felt amazing... the down hills were killing me though. &amp;nbsp;I kept telling Jess that it was worse than child birth... it really was... because there was no break... and it &lt;b&gt;freaking hurt&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I made it. &amp;nbsp;The last mile or so I had to stop and walk a lot. &amp;nbsp;Especially at the very end. &amp;nbsp;My legs would not let me run down hill. &amp;nbsp;It was insane and I've never felt anything like it before. &amp;nbsp;But rounding that corner and seeing Lane and the girls standing there was wonderful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I limped around after but got home and spent a LONG time on the foam roller. &amp;nbsp; And that helped a ton. &amp;nbsp;Today I feel pretty good. &amp;nbsp;I'm not sore at all... my right knee is super jacked up still and that's it! &amp;nbsp;Also, I took three showers when I got home... I took one... then remembered that I had touched poison oak like 80 times, so I took another one with this poison oak wash and then I was still feeling sketched out so I sent Lane to the store to get me some Tecnu and then I washed again with that. &amp;nbsp;So hopefully no poison oak for me! &amp;nbsp;So far, so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this just made me realize that I have a lot of work to do. &amp;nbsp;I have about 16 weeks till my 50k and I can't wait! &amp;nbsp;I need to get these legs strong. &amp;nbsp;I'm hoping to do the 50k without feeling like my knees are going to explode. &amp;nbsp;So I have a lot of training ahead of me. &amp;nbsp;I need to get these quads strong... so lot's of lunges and squats and running hills... fun. &amp;nbsp;No... but it'll all be worth it to feel good on that 50k. &amp;nbsp;I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TGmUH8doo8I/AAAAAAAABEY/qIu5fIzp6wM/s1600/DSC03584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TGmUH8doo8I/AAAAAAAABEY/qIu5fIzp6wM/s400/DSC03584.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Samantha and Jess pre-race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TGmUTIlA3QI/AAAAAAAABEg/VJM5zC-Mde4/s1600/DSC03585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TGmUTIlA3QI/AAAAAAAABEg/VJM5zC-Mde4/s400/DSC03585.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TGmUfsSAj_I/AAAAAAAABEo/P3PqjKeQW-k/s1600/DSC03586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TGmUfsSAj_I/AAAAAAAABEo/P3PqjKeQW-k/s400/DSC03586.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TGmUpBm3fhI/AAAAAAAABEw/d_cvBpcRFqw/s1600/IMG_1367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TGmUpBm3fhI/AAAAAAAABEw/d_cvBpcRFqw/s400/IMG_1367.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The aid station was amazing. &amp;nbsp;M&amp;amp;M's, Peanut M&amp;amp;M's, dark chocolate, pop tarts, chips... you know... the good stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TGmUwKPnFyI/AAAAAAAABE4/CvmON2uy_5g/s1600/IMG_1376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TGmUwKPnFyI/AAAAAAAABE4/CvmON2uy_5g/s400/IMG_1376.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The only way to show HOW DIRTY my feet were was to have Claire lay down there. &amp;nbsp;How insane is that? &amp;nbsp;I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3538149928813397544-8316590622757441175?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/8316590622757441175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=8316590622757441175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/8316590622757441175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/8316590622757441175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2010/08/montana-de-oro-25k.html' title='Montana De Oro 25k.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TGmUH8doo8I/AAAAAAAABEY/qIu5fIzp6wM/s72-c/DSC03584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-536065754672974114</id><published>2010-08-13T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T00:49:58.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in SF &amp; 1/2 of a 100 mile race...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TGTzUFtoS6I/AAAAAAAABEA/NGPOtkr9Mvw/s1600/DSC03566.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TGTzUFtoS6I/AAAAAAAABEA/NGPOtkr9Mvw/s400/DSC03566.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lane and I headed to San Francisco last weekend so he could run his first 100 mile race. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I honestly think I was more nervous than he was. &amp;nbsp;I definitely lost some sleep over it. &amp;nbsp;Especially the night before. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But getting away was so nice. &amp;nbsp;(Thanks mom and dad!) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We stayed in an "interesting" part of town. &amp;nbsp;It was kinda sketchy. &amp;nbsp;But the hotel was cool and old and semi safe. &amp;nbsp;To give you an idea... I witnessed a homeless man and woman wrestling out in front of our hotel on the sidewalk... she wasn't wearing underwear and I saw everything. &amp;nbsp;Also, I watched a man smoke crack for the first time. &amp;nbsp;So ya... it was "interesting". &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I got to hang out with my brother while Lane was running which was wonderful. &amp;nbsp;We shopped all day! &amp;nbsp;We hit up China town and I got some sweet deals on stuff for the girls. &amp;nbsp;We ate a lot of good food and shopped some more. &amp;nbsp;It was a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday night, the night before the race Lane and I went out to an italian place called Fino's. &amp;nbsp;We actually ate there on our honeymoon 8 years ago. &amp;nbsp;So that was super romantic and pretty special. &amp;nbsp;We headed back to the hotel after that. &amp;nbsp;Lane got his stuff ready and we got to bed early. &amp;nbsp;I &lt;i&gt;could not&lt;/i&gt; fall asleep. &amp;nbsp;I woke up a million times throughout the night and looked at the clock. &amp;nbsp;Lane slept pretty good I think. &amp;nbsp;He woke up at 4:00 am to get ready. &amp;nbsp;He was SO calm. &amp;nbsp;It kind of freaked me out. &amp;nbsp;I think he was weirded out too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here's how it went. &amp;nbsp;Lane signed up for this race a while back. &amp;nbsp;About 9 weeks ago, he ran a 100k (62 miles). &amp;nbsp;No problem. &amp;nbsp;He did awesome. &amp;nbsp;He was strong and felt good. &amp;nbsp;He came back from that pretty confident. &amp;nbsp;But the over time kept pouring in at work and he couldn't pass it up... so instead of running and training, he worked. &amp;nbsp;Not a good idea. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of you may not know how a 100 mile race works. &amp;nbsp;But in order to finish it, you need &lt;b&gt;a lot &lt;/b&gt;of help. &amp;nbsp;Mentally, physically and emotionally. &amp;nbsp;Lane didn't have any of that. &amp;nbsp;He needed a crew. &amp;nbsp;A familiar face to be there when he arrived at the next aid station to give him what he needed. &amp;nbsp;To make him eat and drink and give him some words of encouragement. &amp;nbsp;And a few days before the race, Lane and I had decided that I would run the last 25 miles with him. &amp;nbsp;He said I could do it for sure, since he'd be slow because he'd just run 75 miles. &amp;nbsp;But holy crap!!! &amp;nbsp;I was freaked out even thinking about it. &amp;nbsp;25 miles!!! &amp;nbsp;And not any 25 miles. &amp;nbsp;A rocky, slippery, extremely steep 25 miles. &amp;nbsp;So now you see why I lost sleep over this. &amp;nbsp;I was absolutely terrified. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the story goes like this... Lane was going to call me a few hours ahead of time so I could get my stuff together and drive the 25 minutes over to the other side of the golden gate bridge to meet up with him and start running. &amp;nbsp;I was going to go to bed early and wake up at about 1:00 am to go meet him. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But Lane called me about 5:30 pm and said he was feeling horrible. &amp;nbsp;He was almost 50 miles in and didn't want to go any further. &amp;nbsp;He was having a bad pain in his knee and he thought he had big blisters on both feet. &amp;nbsp;He didn't think he could make it another 50 miles feeling this bad. &amp;nbsp;At this point I didn't know if I should talk him into staying in the race or let him pull out. &amp;nbsp;So I just told him that I thought he knew what was best. &amp;nbsp;Honestly I think if I would've been out there at the aid stations I could've talked him into it. &amp;nbsp;I could've kept him going for a little longer. &amp;nbsp;But I wasn't out there and I hate that. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But seriously you guys? &amp;nbsp;HE RAN 50 MILES. &amp;nbsp;Definitely something to be proud of. &amp;nbsp;And he did it fast too. &amp;nbsp;And the weather was insane. &amp;nbsp;Drizzly, freezing, and SOO windy that you feel like you're gonna blow off of a cliff... So he did great, right? &amp;nbsp;I think so. &amp;nbsp;And I also know that one day he &lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt; run 100 miles. &amp;nbsp;He really will. &amp;nbsp;Now he knows how he needs to go into it. &amp;nbsp;And next time I'll be right there with him. &amp;nbsp;And I'll train so I can actually run that last 25 with him. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So me and my brother picked him up. &amp;nbsp;He was dirty and smelly and limping. &amp;nbsp;I felt so sad when I saw him! &amp;nbsp;I hate when Lane feels disappointed. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to cry.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So we went back to the hotel... Lane took a shower and then we headed out for beers at a friends house. &amp;nbsp;What a day for Lane. &amp;nbsp;50 miles then beers with friends. &amp;nbsp;No big deal. &amp;nbsp;Not to mention, San Francisco is no the place to hang out after running 50 miles. &amp;nbsp;I mean we had to park and walk up&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; a lot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; of big hills and then &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;a lot &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;of stairs... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This story is kind of all over the place. &amp;nbsp;But a lot happened. &amp;nbsp;I'm proud of Lane. &amp;nbsp;I hate that he's disappointed because he accomplished yet another amazing thing. &amp;nbsp;You've done it again babe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TGTzfC5AmWI/AAAAAAAABEI/qxtp396Gdlw/s1600/DSC03571.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TGTzfC5AmWI/AAAAAAAABEI/qxtp396Gdlw/s400/DSC03571.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TGTzqqTJ23I/AAAAAAAABEQ/_21YbOZ0M9k/s1600/DSC03574.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TGTzqqTJ23I/AAAAAAAABEQ/_21YbOZ0M9k/s400/DSC03574.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3538149928813397544-536065754672974114?l=erinbiermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/feeds/536065754672974114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3538149928813397544&amp;postID=536065754672974114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/536065754672974114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3538149928813397544/posts/default/536065754672974114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinbiermann.blogspot.com/2010/08/weekend-in-sf-12-of-100-mile-race.html' title='Weekend in SF &amp; 1/2 of a 100 mile race...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289687660575470146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKwdsl-Fu4/Tn__miK8w_I/AAAAAAAABUk/7vCt-yUnMp4/s220/IMG_3048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TGTzUFtoS6I/AAAAAAAABEA/NGPOtkr9Mvw/s72-c/DSC03566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538149928813397544.post-7456789117815658062</id><published>2010-08-03T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T00:30:02.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 years and still in love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TFfDzZ9PodI/AAAAAAAABDs/OEy65mZcXro/s1600/IMG_0522.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ptc__PwJIJo/TFfDzZ9
