<?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-994823722337219128</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:17:58.339-05:00</updated><category term='childhood'/><category term='Sebastian Thomas Hamilton'/><category term='Emergency room'/><category term='non-belief'/><category term='natural child birth'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='getting older'/><category term='baby'/><category term='peanut allergy'/><category term='books'/><category term='god'/><category term='human development'/><category term='reading lists'/><category term='delivery'/><category term='atheism'/><category term='labor'/><category term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>The Jumbled Mess That Is Me...</title><subtitle type='html'>Random thoughts and musing from a thoroughly confused mind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-3606052044861127295</id><published>2011-03-28T17:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T17:18:29.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonus Weekly Recipe - Buttery Yellow Cake</title><content type='html'>This is a delicious all purpose yellow cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ingredients&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 3/8 oz Cake flour&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 tsp Baking powder&lt;br /&gt;3/4 tsp Salt&lt;br /&gt;16 tbsp unsalted butter&lt;br /&gt;11 2/3 oz granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;4 large eggs (room temperature)&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cup whole mile (room temperature)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Equipment&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 8" or 9" round cake pans (or a 9"x13" cake pan)&lt;br /&gt;Vegetable cooking spray&lt;br /&gt;Parchment paper&lt;br /&gt;Electric mixer&lt;br /&gt;Rubber spatula &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Directions&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heat over to 350 degrees&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coat pans with cooking spray and place parchment over the bottom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whisk flour, baking powder and salt into a large bowl and set aside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beat the butter and sugar together with an electric mixer on medium speed until light and fluffy (usually 3-6 minutes)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beat in the eggs, one at a time, until incorporated, scraping down the bowl and beaters as needed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beat in the vanilla&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reduce mixer speed to low and beat in 1/3 of flour mixture until combined&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add 1/2 of the milk and beat until combines&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add second 1/3 of flour mixture and beat until combined&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add second 1/2 of the milk and beat until combined&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Add the final portion of the flour and beat until combined&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give the batter a final stir with a rubber spatula to make sure that it is thoroughly combined&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pour the batter into the prepared pans and shake to level and smooth the top&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bake about 20-25 minutes until a wooden skewer inserted into the center comes out with only a few crumbs (rotate the pans half way through cooking)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let the cakes cool in the pans for ten minutes on wire racks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Run a knife around the edge and then flip out onto the racks, remove parchment and flip the cakes upright&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cool 1 to 2 hours before icing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-3606052044861127295?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/3606052044861127295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=3606052044861127295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/3606052044861127295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/3606052044861127295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2011/03/bonus-weekly-recipe-buttery-yellow-cake.html' title='Bonus Weekly Recipe - Buttery Yellow Cake'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-5055874951872789493</id><published>2011-03-28T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T16:45:38.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Recipe - Easy Chocolate Chip Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="goog_1313227956"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1313227957"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;These cookies are so easy to make that a 3 year old can do most of the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ingredients&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 tbsp&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Butter&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sugar&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Brown Sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vanilla Extract&lt;br /&gt;8 3/4 oz&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; AP Flour&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Salt&lt;br /&gt;1&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Egg Yolk&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Baking soda&lt;br /&gt;8.5 oz&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ghirardelli bitter sweet chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Equipment&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small light colored skillet&lt;br /&gt;2 glass bowls&lt;br /&gt;kitchen scale&lt;br /&gt;whisk&lt;br /&gt;#24 scoop&lt;br /&gt;measuring cups and spoons&lt;br /&gt;1/2 sheet pan&lt;br /&gt;Cooling racks&lt;br /&gt;Parchment paper&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Directions&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Preheat oven to 375 degrees&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Melt 10 tbsp of butter is the light colored skillet and continue to cook for 1-3 minutes until lightly browned.&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--S10L6m9KAM/TYAGYog8lcI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_BC-_HmlTv8/s1600/DSCF0683.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--S10L6m9KAM/TYAGYog8lcI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_BC-_HmlTv8/s200/DSCF0683.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Place remaining 4 tbsp of butter into a heat resistant bowl, pour in hot melted butter and whisk until melted.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Add sugars to butter mixture and whisk &lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-yoNLfscjCz4/TYAILqURsHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Vnhxfcg4HLQ/s1600/DSCF0687.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-yoNLfscjCz4/TYAILqURsHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Vnhxfcg4HLQ/s200/DSCF0687.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add salt, vanilla extract and eggs.&amp;nbsp; Whisk until combined.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Allow mixture to sit for three minutes and whisk again (repeat three more times)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a separate bowl combine flour and baking soda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slowly add flour mixture to butter mixture and stir to combine.&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-nSnGf-RT67o/TYAIUEKhypI/AAAAAAAAAJk/GrkhUGpRI0I/s1600/DSCF0689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-nSnGf-RT67o/TYAIUEKhypI/AAAAAAAAAJk/GrkhUGpRI0I/s200/DSCF0689.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add chocolate chips and mix to distribute evenly through dough.&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Uo_PFQxuidM/TYAIdnatsHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/IqveIonwcKo/s1600/DSCF0693.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Uo_PFQxuidM/TYAIdnatsHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/IqveIonwcKo/s200/DSCF0693.JPG" width="150" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scoop eight 3 tbsp cookies (#24 scoop) onto half sheet pan lines with parchment paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bake for roughly 11-14 minutes until the cookies are just brown on the edges.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Allow to sit on sheet pan for 2 minutes and then transfer to cooling rack.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-5055874951872789493?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/5055874951872789493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=5055874951872789493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/5055874951872789493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/5055874951872789493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2011/03/weekly-recipe-easy-chocolate-chip.html' title='Weekly Recipe - Easy Chocolate Chip Cookies'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--S10L6m9KAM/TYAGYog8lcI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_BC-_HmlTv8/s72-c/DSCF0683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-8218117265417578403</id><published>2011-03-14T14:58:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T17:29:00.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Recipe - Crème Brûlée</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought I would start something new on my blog so I am going to try and post one of my favorite recipes along with some of the background on how it evolved to what it is.  Many of the recipes that I use regularly started out pretty different from their current form.  Often I start with something out of my library of cookbooks and I make little changes over time (either by necessity because I didn't have an ingredient on hand, or on a whim because I think it will make it better).  Others I happened upon and loved so much that I kept making them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely LOVE Crème Brûlée.  It is hands down my favorite dessert.  Too often I will order it at a restaurant only to be utterly disappointed.  Usually it is because the chef doesn't actually know what a Crème Brûlée is and ends up serving a Creme Carmel/Flan or just did a really poor job making the custard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I made it I was so scared that I was going to mess it up but it turns out that it is really easy to make. So easy that I can make it with my 3 year old 'helping.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4     cups heavy cream&lt;br /&gt;2/3   cup granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;1     pinch salt&lt;br /&gt;1     Vanilla bean*&lt;br /&gt;10    Large egg yolks&lt;br /&gt;1/4   cup turbinado sugar (i.e. sugar in the raw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Equipment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Large roasting pan&lt;br /&gt;Dish towel&lt;br /&gt;8 six oz ramekins&lt;br /&gt;Kettle of boiling water&lt;br /&gt;Medium non-stick saucepan&lt;br /&gt;Silicone whisk&lt;br /&gt;Large measuring cup or pitcher&lt;br /&gt;Tong with rubber bands wrapped around the tips&lt;br /&gt;Cooling rack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adjust oven rack to the lower middle position and preheat oven to 350°F.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cover the bottom of a roasting pan with dish towel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arrange eight 6oz ramekins in the pan making sure they don’t touch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bring kettle of water to a boil.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Combine 2 cups of cream, granulated sugar and salt in a medium saucepan &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scrape the seeds from the vanilla bean and add it to the pan along with the pod.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bring the mixture to a boil over medium heat, stirring to dissolve the sugar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remove from heat, cover and let steep for 15 minutes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Place egg yolks in a large bowl and whisk. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stir the remaining 2 cups of cream into the hot mixture.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slowly add in 1 cup of the cream mixture whisking constantly until smooth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whisk in the remaining cream until thoroughly combined.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strain through a fine mesh strainer into a large measuring cup or pitcher.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pour the custard evenly into the ramekins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put pan in the oven and pour boiling water to 2/3 up the sides of the ramekins.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bake until the custards are barely set and are no longer sloshy (30-35 minutes or 25-30 for shallow or fluted dishes).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Transfer the ramekins to a wire rack and allow to cool for 2 hours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Set on baking sheet, cover with plastic wrap &amp;amp; refrigerate for at least 4 hours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just before serving uncover the ramekin and blot the top dry with a paper towel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sprinkle the top with turbinado sugar and shake to distribute evenly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ignite torch and caramelize the sugar. (Keep flame 2in above ramekin move in a sweeping motion from the perimeter to towards the middle until the sugar is bubbling and deep golden brown.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Sy3mB6gfWw0/TX6Hd7AZ8ZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/B2xGSRP19pY/s1600/creme+brulee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Sy3mB6gfWw0/TX6Hd7AZ8ZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/B2xGSRP19pY/s320/creme+brulee.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Helpful Hints #1: You have to use heavy cream. There is no way to make this dish low or lower fat.&lt;br /&gt;Helpful Hint #2: You really need to use a vanilla bean.  It is impossible to get the wonderful vanilla flavor with the extract.  If you plan ahead there are great places to get vanilla beans &lt;a href="http://myspicesage.com/"&gt;online&lt;/a&gt; for way cheaper than $5 each that you pay at the grocery.&lt;br /&gt;Helpful Hint #3: If you get the packets of turbinado a single one is the perfect amount for the top of one ramekin.&lt;br /&gt;Helpful Hint #4: I am a big fan of Oxo tongs.  The large rubber bands that come on fresh broccoli work great to help the tips grip the ramekins.  All other methods I have tried of extracting the ramekins from the water bath have failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;Helpful Hint #5: Don't spend the extra money on one of the specialty kitchen torches.  Just get a butane torch from your local hardware store or at a garage sale for a $1 like I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-8218117265417578403?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/8218117265417578403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=8218117265417578403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/8218117265417578403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/8218117265417578403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2011/03/weekly-recipe-creme-brulee.html' title='Weekly Recipe - Crème Brûlée'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Sy3mB6gfWw0/TX6Hd7AZ8ZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/B2xGSRP19pY/s72-c/creme+brulee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-4926726904336583957</id><published>2011-03-08T15:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T15:46:56.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much More</title><content type='html'>It has been just over a week since my grandmother died and only I have spent a lot of time reflecting on how she impacted my life and how things will be different now that she is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From her I learned the joys of being woken up by a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Z3jmMoImXeo?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned the importance of telling, and more importantly showing, people that you love and care for them and that hugs and kisses are important even when you are angry.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I learned to love the awesomeness of nature.  She made everything interesting, from the tiniest detail on a flower petal to the vastness of an old gnarly oak. She taught me to love the fierceness of torrential rain, the harshness of rolling thunder and the beauty of the jagged bolts of lightning all while snuggling together on a screened porch in a hammock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the person who taught me to be adventurous and that is okay to take the long way or even the wrong way just to see something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a gateway into world of creation.  Mostly through painting and photography but she also helped me to see how I could used my more orderly mind to be creative as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She transformed by hatred of writing and horrid penmanship by teaching me to draw my letter.  I loved to watch her write using calligraphy pens and my love of fountain pens grew from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was my cheerleader, my teacher, my sounding board, a comfort when the world was harsh and a dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was my grandmother, but also so much more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-4926726904336583957?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/4926726904336583957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=4926726904336583957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/4926726904336583957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/4926726904336583957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-much-more.html' title='So Much More'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Z3jmMoImXeo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-5901905792176392804</id><published>2010-09-11T09:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T10:21:57.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Rant</title><content type='html'>About a year ago, we purchased a compact, portable booster seat to use at the grandparents house or when we travel other places. It was a generic kind of seat, it was made by a recognizable but smaller brand but it had all the features we were looking for. We paid about $15 for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to yesterday. Brian and I decided that we wanted to put away the highchair and get a booster chair for the house.  Since the other one worked so well and had really held up to the abuse I went back to ToysRUs to buy another one.  I was browsing the selection and found the exact same seat, no changes or upgrades of any kind, but with a Fisher Price label slapped on it and the price tag was jacked up to $25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It totally sucks that Fisher Price thinks that their name means so much that they can buy someone's product, make no changes except putting their tag on it, and price it for 66% more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-5901905792176392804?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/5901905792176392804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=5901905792176392804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/5901905792176392804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/5901905792176392804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2010/09/shopping-rant.html' title='Shopping Rant'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-8755435173168990625</id><published>2010-09-03T22:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:49:23.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took the time to read the recent New Yorker article on the head of the NIH, Dr. Francis Collins.  It was very interesting to learn of his unusual upbringing and his progression from, as he puts it, a fundamentalist atheist to a devotee of the Christian faith.  The path started with an encounter with an dying patient who asked what he believed in.  He felt uncomfortable that he did not have an answer and decided to research to "affirm his atheism."  Part of this quest involved a discussion over a golf game with the pastor of the church is wife attended which ended with Collins writing on the score card - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"When God knocks on my door, in a way that I—not my wife or pastor, but I—know that it’s God who’s knocking on my door, I will then accept Jesus Christ."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then gave it to the pastor and who signed it and the contract was sealed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the passage of several months and a hike in the Cascades in which&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"...he turned a corner and saw a frozen waterfall, perfectly formed into three separate parts. He took it as a revelation of Trinitarian truth, the sign that he’d contracted for on Sam McMillan’s golf card. The next morning, he vowed to devote his life to the Christian faith."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems rather coincidental that he spoke to a Protestant minister and saw what he perceived as sign of the Christian triumvirate.  Would he have seen a crescent moon and star if the contract had been with an imam or a star of David if the contract had been with a Rabi? Those would certainly be more spectacular to see a waterfall frozen in the shape of but that probably would have been written off as being created by man and rightly so.  Could the symbol of three be the Triple Goddess (Maiden, Mother and Crone) of the Wiccan religion or the Hindu triumvirate of Shiva, Brahma and Vishnu?  It is only because of his upbringing and immersion in American society which follows, predominantly, the Abrahamic traditions that he can makes the assumption that the beautiful display of nature is a sign of the Christian God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paragraph above is really just an aside, I am more &lt;strike&gt;amazed&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;frustrated&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;concerned&lt;/strike&gt; dismayed that an individual who is so well educated in the scientific method can jump to such a wild conclusion with regards to an easily observable, testable and repeatable natural phenomenon. He seems to think that an appropriate response to a spectacular and seemingly miraculous occurrence, such as water freezing, is to attribute it to a supernatural cause (a la 'God did it') rather than taking the time to research (or even think about for a few minutes) the possible natural ways it could have occurred. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recognize and applaud all the positive steps he has made in improving the standing of science in the US most importantly his work towards repealing the ban on stem cell research.  I continue to give him the benefit of the doubt because he has shown himself a staunch defender of the scientific method in all public domains within his control and of the research that has received funding from the NIH that has drawn criticism because of the oddity of the explanation of the research and the fact that lay people do not understanding its value. But I can help but have the smallest amount of apprehension that the unscientific conclusion jumping will rear it head again but in a way that will effects others and not just what Dr. Collins does with his Sunday mornings.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2010/09/06/100906fa_fact_boyer?currentPage=all#ixzz0yWZXpRyf"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt; about Francis Collins in the article in the New Yorker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-8755435173168990625?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/8755435173168990625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=8755435173168990625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/8755435173168990625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/8755435173168990625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-took-time-to-read-recent-new-yorker.html' title=''/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-1433087645463167834</id><published>2010-08-27T15:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T16:08:36.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Todays disapointment</title><content type='html'>Since I was old enough I have given blood and/or platelets with the red cross or other blood services.  Some time in my early 20s I had to stop donating whole blood because it totally wiped me out and I took ages to get all my red cells back. After that I started donating platelets as often as 2 times a month.  I viewed it was a way to give of myself that would not only help others but could save someone life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got pregnant with my son I had to stop donating platelets.  It has been over three years since my last donation and I have been preparing myself to start again as my son has been slowly weaning himself.  A new hurdle to jump, for anyone who has been pregnant, is an HLA antibody test.  They instituted this test because the Red Cross found that there were more transfusion reactions with blood from donors who were HLA positive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Monday I went into the donation center and had them draw a vial of blood for the test.  Today I called for the results and, unfortunately, I am positive for the HLA antibody and can no longer donate platelets. I am unable to express how hugely disappointed I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-1433087645463167834?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/1433087645463167834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=1433087645463167834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/1433087645463167834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/1433087645463167834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2010/08/todays-disapointment.html' title='Todays disapointment'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-4666041429257269024</id><published>2010-08-04T20:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:46:39.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Might Does Not Make Right</title><content type='html'>I was happy to hear that Chief U.S. District Judge Vaughn Walker ruled that voter approved Proposition 8 was unconstitutional and that it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"fails to advance any rational basis in singling out gay men and lesbians for denial of a marriage license. Indeed, the evidence shows Proposition 8 does nothing more than enshrine in the California Constitution the notion that opposite-sex couples are superior to same-sex couples"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although nothing will actually change in California based on this ruling, the judge has also granted a stay until appeals can be completed, this is just another step in removing another form of institutionalized discrimination from our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comments that I see repeatedly from the supporters of Prop 8 have to do with the judge (who stands as a symbol of the elite who are out of touch with the common man) ignoring the voice of the citizens. They seem to think that if they get enough votes then they can ignore the constitution.  They want to pretend that "majority rules" is a covenant of our republic. They conveniently ignore the fact that convincing a majority of registered voters to cast a particular vote on a particular issue has nothing to do with the legality or constitutionality of that issue.  The Constitution and its amendments are designed to protect the rights of the citizenry from the whims of the majority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout history of the United States, the voting majority of each time has sought to propagate discrimination on many fronts including denying women and blacks the right to vote and prohibiting the marriage of interracial couples. In turn, each of these were revealed to have no rational basis and that continued support of those ideas were based solely on animus.  The same applies to the continued prohibition of same-sex marriages. At its most basic a marriage is a legal contract between two consenting adults. There is no rational or reasonable excuse that two men or two women should not be able to enter in to this contract and receive all the federal, state and local benefits afforded to a male and female entering into the exact same contract.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-4666041429257269024?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/4666041429257269024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=4666041429257269024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/4666041429257269024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/4666041429257269024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2010/08/might-does-not-make-right.html' title='Might Does Not Make Right'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-8651700764819799168</id><published>2010-04-21T22:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:52:20.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Frustration</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I spent some time looking at clothes and shoes for my 2 year old son. I encountered the same three problems at each store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The toddler boys section is about a quarter the size of the toddler girl section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The sales in the girls section were significantly better than in the boys section (Huge clearance section with 80-90% off in the girls section and the most off in the boys section was 50%).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There are very few shirts and shoes that don't have some kind of print or logo.  Everything from the cutesy 'little slugger' type things to huge brand logos and TV characters to ridiculous plaids and strips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like some nice quality solid color shirts, tennis shoes without mass marketed characters on them and some cute summer waterproof sandals but I guess that is just too much to ask for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-8651700764819799168?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/8651700764819799168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=8651700764819799168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/8651700764819799168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/8651700764819799168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2010/04/shopping-frustration.html' title='Shopping Frustration'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-4403326635617566741</id><published>2010-01-03T22:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:09:00.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Never-Out" my a**</title><content type='html'>About 3 years ago, Brian and I purchased a pre-lit artificial Christmas tree. We decided on getting an artificial tree because we decided that we did not want to continue killing a tree every year to celebrate this holiday.  The choice of a pre-lit tree was done for convenience.  However, even with our extensive research to ensure that we got the best tree that we could (75-A Martha Stewart), it has turned out to be anything but convenient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first year we had the tree it worked beautifully until the a couple of days after Christmas when a single strand of lights on the very bottom when out.  Since it was after Christmas and we were about to take it down we decided to deal with the lights when we put it up next year.  It was not put up last year because of space constraints but when we put it up this year we discovered that nearly the entire bottom section was out along with a small portion of the middle section.  For several days we made multiple attempts to repair the sections that were not lit.  We even bought a Light Keeper Pro which helped us to repair several other stands of lights but would/could not fix any of those on the tree.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we started going bulb by bulb to find the problem.  What we discovered was that in each section of lights that were about 99 lights that could be replace and a single bulb that could not.  In ever strand that was out this 'keystone' bulb was blown and there was nothing that could be done to revive that strand. This type of planned obsolesence really pisses me off.  So finally out of desperation I purchased several new strands of lights and strung them on the unlit portions of the tree and commenced with decorating.  Over the 2 weeks leading to Christmas the the remaining strands on the bottom and middle sections failed and the day after Christmas the entire top section when out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So utterly frustrated, today I proceeded to removed 600 lights the three sections of our tree. This task took the better part of 5 hours to complete and made the tips of my fingers raw from removing the clips that held each one of those 600 lights to the branches.  We purchased some LED lights to string on it next year and hopefully we will have better luck with these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice to anyone thinking about purchasing a pre-lit tree is...DON'T.  Find a nice looking artificial tree, several good quality strings of lights and clips to hold the lights to the branches and hang the lights on each section independently so that you can pack it away with the lights on.  So the first year you will have to do a little more work but hopefully the lights you put on will hold up better and you will have your pre-lit tree for many year hence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-4403326635617566741?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/4403326635617566741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=4403326635617566741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/4403326635617566741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/4403326635617566741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2010/01/never-out-my.html' title='&quot;Never-Out&quot; my a**'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-8703193016062289185</id><published>2009-11-03T22:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:37:39.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Language Lesson #2</title><content type='html'>Let me clarify there, their and they're for the people who are constantly using the wrong version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a place - "The book is over there."&lt;br /&gt;Their is a possessive pronoun - "It is their book"&lt;br /&gt;They're is a contraction of they are - "They're going to buy a book"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piece de resistance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;They're going over there to get their book.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-8703193016062289185?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/8703193016062289185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=8703193016062289185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/8703193016062289185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/8703193016062289185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2009/11/language-lesson-2.html' title='Language Lesson #2'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-1086350940269624792</id><published>2009-11-02T21:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:54:44.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tense Lanuage Lession</title><content type='html'>Okay, so there are several words to which I have a chronic difficultly applying the correct tense or conjugation.  One afternoon I, who apparently had nothing better to do, asked a friend, who happens to be an English major, to review the correct usage of the following words: lie, lay, lain, laid, who and whom (Thank you Ashley – and if you or the Trussian whore, you know who you are, can correct that last sentence or any other glaring mistakes I have made it would be much appreciated). I will post it here to enrich the lives of others and to make it easier for me to reference later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Word:&lt;/span&gt;                                            Who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Part of Speech:&lt;/span&gt;                             Subject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Example of proper usage:&lt;/span&gt;           Who is the woman in the red dress?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Word:&lt;/span&gt;                                            Whom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Part of Speech:&lt;/span&gt;                             Object&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Example of proper usage:&lt;/span&gt;           With whom am I speaking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When trying to determine which to use try substituting he/she or him/her.  If he/she is correct then use who (She is in the red dress.), use whom with him/her (You are speaking to her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is the easy one.  The others are a little more complicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Word:&lt;/span&gt;                                       Lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Verb Tense:&lt;/span&gt;                             Simple present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Example of proper usage:&lt;/span&gt;      I am going to lie down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Word:&lt;/span&gt;                                       Lay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Verb Tense:&lt;/span&gt;                             Simple past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Example of proper usage:&lt;/span&gt;      I went to lay down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Word:&lt;/span&gt;                                        Lain  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Verb Tense:&lt;/span&gt;                              Past participle  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Example of proper usage:&lt;/span&gt;       I have lain on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Word:&lt;/span&gt;                                       Laying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Verb Tense:&lt;/span&gt;                             Present participle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Example of proper usage:&lt;/span&gt;      I am laying on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Word:&lt;/span&gt;                                      Lay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Verb Tense:&lt;/span&gt;                            Simple present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Example of proper usage:&lt;/span&gt;     I will lay the book on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Word:&lt;/span&gt;                                      Laid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Verb Tense:&lt;/span&gt;                            Simple past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Example of proper usage:&lt;/span&gt;     I laid the book on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Word:&lt;/span&gt;                                      Laid    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Verb Tense:&lt;/span&gt;                            Past participle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Example of proper usage:&lt;/span&gt;     I have laid books there before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Word:&lt;/span&gt;                                      Laying   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Verb Tense:&lt;/span&gt;                            Present participle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Example of proper usage:&lt;/span&gt;     I am laying the book on the table now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope that clears things up for everyone.  I know that it is clear as mud for me.  I am sure that I will continue to use all of these words incorrectly at least half the time but you have got to give me credit for trying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-1086350940269624792?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/1086350940269624792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=1086350940269624792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/1086350940269624792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/1086350940269624792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2009/11/tense-lanuage-lession.html' title='Tense Lanuage Lession'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-8277758887014537107</id><published>2009-08-30T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:26:02.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m sorry Miss, but we can’t let you do that.</title><content type='html'>As I am preparing for the transition from student to physician it has become more important for me to address the actualities of patient care versus the ideals that are discussed when we are being taught. After being away from clinical medicine for about a year and now being immersed in it again, something that I had contemplated as a medical student has come back to the foreground of my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do physicians and hospitals mean when they say “we don’t allow a patient to do X” or “a patient must do X.”  I have heard this most often when discussing obstetrics as in the examples below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “We don’t allow patients to go past 42 weeks.”&lt;br /&gt; “The hospital does not allow VBACs (Vaginal Birth After C-section).”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realistically, a physician can discuss these issues with a patient, present the risks and benefits, use strong language like “we don’t allow” and “you must”, but, in the end, it is the patient’s decision and they have the right to refuse.  Many, maybe even most patients will take the advice of their physician and do whatever they recommend.  However, there is going to be a segment of the population that does not agree with conclusions that the physician and/or hospital has reached and decline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, what does a physician who says “we don’t attend VBACs” do when a patient, who they have seen for nearly 9 months, refuses to schedule a repeat c-section and shows up at the hospital in labor? Will they refuse to admit the patient or admit them and then annoy the patient during the entire labor until either they give in and allow the c-section or the baby is born vaginally.  What about a patient who is at 41 weeks gestation and refuses to schedule an induction for 42 weeks?  Will they discharge the patient from their care when labor is imminent and refuse to attend the birth when labor finally begins.  Will some go so far as to perform the procedure without their consent? Or try to obtain a court order to force them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is where the theory we learn in school and the reality of patient care meet in direct opposition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-8277758887014537107?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/8277758887014537107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=8277758887014537107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/8277758887014537107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/8277758887014537107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-sorry-miss-but-we-cant-let-you-do.html' title='I’m sorry Miss, but we can’t let you do that.'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-6323646883530088416</id><published>2009-06-04T22:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:56:24.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rusted Root Concert</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since my husband and I last went to a concert (The last one was just after Christmas in 2007 and I was 7 months pregnant at the time).  Last last night we talked some friends into watching the little scream machine that is currently masquerading as our son and headed off to &lt;a href="http://www.handlebar-online.com/index.asp"&gt;The Handle Bar&lt;/a&gt; to see &lt;a href="http://www.rustedroot.com/"&gt;Rusted Root&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was amazing.  The Handle Bar is a small venue with an intimate feel.  We were right up next to the stage for the entire show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHv_CQrL_WI/SiiHvd0lInI/AAAAAAAAAGg/aUybjVx497U/s1600-h/Liz+RR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHv_CQrL_WI/SiiHvd0lInI/AAAAAAAAAGg/aUybjVx497U/s200/Liz+RR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343670207403860594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHv_CQrL_WI/SiiH5EcNCOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/KpbPYZyx6bA/s1600-h/Michael+RR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHv_CQrL_WI/SiiH5EcNCOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/KpbPYZyx6bA/s200/Michael+RR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343670372389423330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the show some of the players from STOMP joined them on stage and jammed for a little while as part of the Encore.  When the show was over Michael, Patrick and Liz came down to meet with fans and sign autographs.  Being the dork that I am, I purchased a t-shirt and a copy of their new album and had them signed. I also managed to get a picture with Michael but unfortunately it was with a camera phone so it is not all that great but here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHv_CQrL_WI/SiiJBEA4_TI/AAAAAAAAAGw/59QI2voevrE/s1600-h/Me+and+Michael+RR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHv_CQrL_WI/SiiJBEA4_TI/AAAAAAAAAGw/59QI2voevrE/s200/Me+and+Michael+RR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343671609225444658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-6323646883530088416?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/6323646883530088416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=6323646883530088416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/6323646883530088416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/6323646883530088416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2009/06/rusted-root-concert.html' title='Rusted Root Concert'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHv_CQrL_WI/SiiHvd0lInI/AAAAAAAAAGg/aUybjVx497U/s72-c/Liz+RR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-8119433426538111785</id><published>2009-05-21T22:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:33:16.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conscience Clause</title><content type='html'>There exists a contingent of people, I assume mostly evangelical christians and catholics, who think that providers of medical care should be able to not only refuse to perform or provide a particular treatment (which they can already legally do) but to also refuse to educate their patients about the same or even refer them to a provider who will provide that treatment. They are under the mistaken impression that the current laws force health care providers to do anything other than give their patients all of the information and allow them to choose for themselves what the best path is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the individuals and groups pushing this law want is for the government to force employers to hire and/or keep employees who refuse to perform all the duties in their job descriptions.  I agree that any medical practitioner should be able to choose what procedures they want or don't want to perform, what medication they will and will not prescribe or any other decision they want to make about their practicing of medicine.  And as private physicians and nurses they have the ability to do that.  However, it is just as important to preserve the rights patients to informed refusal/consent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owners of hospitals and clinics also have the right to decide what procedures and treatments will be available within their facilities and have the proper staff available to provide those services.  When these employers are looking to hire physician, nurses or other health care providers it is reasonable to expect potential employees to reveal if they are willing to perform all the duties of the job.  It is also reasonable for a hospital or clinic to require a potential employee to reveal if there is any part of the job that they refuse to take part in for any reason and to use that information to decide if they want to hire them. Physicians and nurses also have a choice to search out employers who do not offer those treatments or who are okay employing individuals who won't perform them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other problem with this issue is a lack of transparency. Medical care is expensive and patients should be able to acquire a full list of the things that a physician will not do or offer referrals for  before choosing them as a care provider.   No one should have to spend hundreds of dollars and many hours in appointments with doctors to question them about every every possible treatment or procedure they might ever need or end up with a doctor who will not provide the necessary care, regardless of the reason. Patients should have all the information about a providers ability to care for them so they can make informed decisions on which provider to see.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one would not want to see an OB/GYN who would refuse to operate on an ectopic pregnancy because of the infinitesimal chance that it could survive to viability rather than rupture and kill me.  Or a family medicine doctor who would refuse to prescribe an OCP to a woman with PCOS because of the possibility it might stop the implantation of a fertilized egg. Or a psychiatrist who refuses to write prescriptions for antidepressants.  I am all for them making the choice they feel is appropriate for their conscience/soul/morals/ethics/religion or whatever but patients should have a choice as well.  Health care providers should be open, honest and upfront with their patients (or potential patients) about their self imposed limitations and allow the consumers of medical care to make their choice as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end it comes down to balancing the right of one group against the rights of another.  Personal beliefs are just that and should never be forced on others, this is doubly wrong when done without giving them a choice.  When faith becomes motive  and not a private matter we are no longer a country where people receive the best care, but one where care is given only when it suits the personal choices of the medical staff on hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-8119433426538111785?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/8119433426538111785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=8119433426538111785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/8119433426538111785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/8119433426538111785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2009/05/conscience-clause.html' title='Conscience Clause'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-8373705998412099670</id><published>2009-05-11T11:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:37:44.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clipping post for RSS feeds</title><content type='html'>I use Google reader to keep up with the blogs that I read the most often.  It has worked pretty well except for a couple of little quirks.  I wish I would get a notification when someone updates an older post and I wish I could get them to show up in chronological order rather than reverse chronology.  Those thing aside I have been very happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately though, it is a decision that my favorite bloggers are making that is driving me up the wall.  I really appreciate those bloggers that allow the entire post to show up on the reader and I ofter click on to the page to read the comments when I have the time.  I am even ok with those who put up one or two paragraphs with a 'click here' to read below the fold.  What I can't stand is the 10-15 word truncations that rarely even give me a clue as to what the post is actually about.  I get that you want people to go to the actual blog page because it brings in revenue (i guess) but mostly it just make me not want to read your blog at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-8373705998412099670?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/8373705998412099670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=8373705998412099670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/8373705998412099670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/8373705998412099670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2009/05/clipping-post-for-rss-feeds.html' title='Clipping post for RSS feeds'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-4657555106994920467</id><published>2009-04-09T22:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:08:33.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am hugging my munchkin a little tighter today</title><content type='html'>When I first became pregnant I started reading books and articles about pregnancy and child rearing and eventually I looked on the internet for women who were or had experienced it.  It was during this search that I can across the website of &lt;a href="http://thespohrsaremultiplying.com/"&gt;Heather Spore&lt;/a&gt;.  She was due near the time I was but was having some complications.  I sat with baited breath as I waited for updates and was scared for her when little Maddie was born very early weighing just a little over 3 pounds.  Over the last year and half I have read as Maddie passed all the normal milestones and enjoyed looking at the pictures of her shinning smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being off the internet for several days I was giving a horrible shock upon logging on to the news that this adorable, happy little child had died.  My heart aches for Heather, Mike and their whole family and I will continue to have them in my thoughts.  Even though I never met her in person I will miss her and her smiles.  I will be hugging my sweet baby boy (and all my loved ones) closer as I am reminded of the frailty of the human condition and our ultimate mortality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-4657555106994920467?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/4657555106994920467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=4657555106994920467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/4657555106994920467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/4657555106994920467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-hugging-my-munchkin-little-tighter.html' title='I am hugging my munchkin a little tighter today'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-4919407075683262768</id><published>2009-03-10T21:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:54:50.047-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Death March of Evangelical Christianity</title><content type='html'>I was directed this evening to a &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/csm/20090310/cm_csm/yspencer"&gt;opinion piece&lt;/a&gt; published in the Christian Science Monitor written by Michael Spencer (an evangelical).  The following quote sums up the article nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We are on the verge – within 10 years – of a major collapse of evangelical Christianity. This breakdown will follow the deterioration of the mainline Protestant world and it will fundamentally alter the religious and cultural environment in the West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within two generations, evangelicalism will be a house deserted of half its occupants. (Between 25 and 35 percent of Americans today are Evangelicals.) In the "Protestant" 20th century, Evangelicals flourished. But they will soon be living in a very secular and religiously antagonistic 21st century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This collapse will herald the arrival of an anti-Christian chapter of the post-Christian West. Intolerance of Christianity will rise to levels many of us have not believed possible in our lifetimes, and public policy will become hostile toward evangelical Christianity, seeing it as the opponent of the common good.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few sentences give me hope that this group will lose their strangle hold over the American democratic system. Throughout most of my life, Evangelicals and other Christians have attempted to impose their beliefs on everyone else through legislation and judicial challenges. Hopeful this is the first whispers of an impending lose of power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer describes the reasons he thinks the dissolution will occur and many are the precise things that I had previously recognized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Evangelicals will increasingly be seen as a threat to cultural progress. Public leaders will consider us bad for America, bad for education, bad for children, and bad for society...massive majorities of Evangelicals can't articulate the Gospel with any coherence.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that others are or soon will be catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author describes that he thinks currently religious people will take one of two paths.  They will either leave religion behind or shift into the more orthodox and dogmatic forms like Catholicism.  This will widen the gap between the religious and the non-religious by removing much of what is considered 'mainline' Christianity. This stark contrast will result in many moderates choosing a more secular path rather than the more fundamentalist ideologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see this as a precursor to the death of Christianity as a whole as it will inevitably continue to follow the same path that past religions have.  Initially, the religion is concentrated with its single set of dogma and orthodoxy.  As time progresses the religion becomes fractured, as happened when the Protestants split from the Catholic Church, the Church of England split from the Roman Catholic Church, when the Protestant church fractured into it many denominations and most recently with the advent of the emerging church and mega churches.  As the divisions occur the message becomes watered down and loses its power.  As this occurs, the stories of God and Jesus will turn into myths and hold the same power as stories of Zeus and Thor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer, M. (2009, March 10). Title:The coming evangelical collapse [Editorial].&lt;br /&gt;     The Christian Science Monitor, 9. Retrieved March 10, 2009, from&lt;br /&gt;     http://news.yahoo.com/s/csm/20090310/cm_csm/yspencer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-4919407075683262768?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/4919407075683262768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=4919407075683262768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/4919407075683262768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/4919407075683262768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2009/03/death-march-of-evangelical-christianity.html' title='The Death March of Evangelical Christianity'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-3086517614203109086</id><published>2009-03-09T22:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:09:49.949-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sebastian Thomas Hamilton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emergency room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peanut allergy'/><title type='text'>Our First Trip to the Emergency Room</title><content type='html'>I had visions of our first trip to the ER with Sebastian being one of a broken limb from falling out of a tree or needing stitches after falling off his bike.  I did not expect it to be due to him smearing food on his face.  Here is what happened (Sebastian's view of the events can be found &lt;a href="http://sebastianhamilton.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-york-reuters-health-november-7-2008.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family was sitting down for a lunch of mostly leftovers.  I decided to have a peanut butter sandwich and gave a small piece to Sebastian.  He ate the first couple of bites normally and then began to play with and mush the pieces.  About 10-15 minutes later he started his usual "I'm ready for a nap" motions including rubbing his hands and whatever is on them all over his face.  I proceeded to wipe him clean and then go lay down for a nap. I noticed that his face was a little red at this point but figured it was just from the washing.  We had been lying down for about 5 minutes when I noticed that he had developed hives all over his face and the backs of his hands.  I quickly sent Brian to the store for some Benadryl and more thoroughly washed him off and eventually put him in the tub.  When Brian got back we got him out of the bath and dosed him up with the Benadryl.  The reaction was limited to the skin that had come in contact with the peanut butter and he never developed any respiratory symptoms.  Even though the reaction seemed to be taken care of by the Benadryl we decided to go to the hospital just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the ER the swelling had gone done considerably but it was still very noticeable and red.  We were checked in and triaged fairly quickly and sent to the waiting room. About 20-30 minutes later his face was started to get redder and the swelling increased so we went back to the triage nurse who got him in to a room. The nurse came in and checked him out and a few minutes later the doctor came in to examine him and get the history of the event.  He was given a dose of steroids to further manage the reaction and finally the swelling started to diminish and redness started to fade.  We were discharged with instructions to continue to give the Benadryl and steroids for 3 days, to avoid all products containing peanuts and carry and EpiPen at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the last thing I ever expected to happen.  Neither Brian nor I have any history of food allergies or any other allergies except poison ivy and hay fever.  The most current research indicates that early exposure is protective against allergic reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He is actually allergic to peanuts or to some other substance in the peanut butter (Smart Balance)?  I guess we won't know the answer to this until we take him to an allergist.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Why did he only react once he 'applied' it to his skin?  He had been fine for while after ingesting and only broke out where he had speared it.  He had no swelling of his mouth (except bottom lip) or throat.  &lt;br /&gt;3. Is it possible that he has only a topical allergy and ingesting it would not pose problems?  I have heard anecdotes from people who report getting rashes and/or hives when getting other foods (tomatoes, mangoes, some meats) on their skin but they are able to consume them without any problems.  Are stories like this not common with peanuts because it doesn't happen or because people freak out with the skin rash that ingestion is never attempted again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the diagnosis of 'peanut allergy' there comes a lot of decisions that have to be made. Do we have to take this to the extreme of avoiding anything that was manufactured in the same place as something that contains peanuts?  After he stops nursing do I have to continue to avoid peanut products as well?  Do we need to be a peanut free house?  Will he need to sit at a peanut free table at school? Can we take him to the circus or baseball games where others will probably be eating peanuts?  How do we proceed with this without it taking over every decision we make? Right now it is easy because at only 1 year old we control everything he eats but as he gets older how do we make him aware of it without making him scared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are only a fraction of the questions and thoughts churning through my mind right now and the information out there is either purely speculation or inconclusive at best.  What is a mom to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-3086517614203109086?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/3086517614203109086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=3086517614203109086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/3086517614203109086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/3086517614203109086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-first-trip-to-emergency-room.html' title='Our First Trip to the Emergency Room'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-6363666056411846957</id><published>2009-02-28T19:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:41:39.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think he is missing the point.</title><content type='html'>One of the presents that Sebastian got for his 1st birthday was a Shape Sorter. You know, the toy with the different shaped blocked that are supposed to go in the same shaped holes on the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today, we were playing with the toy and I was attempting to show him how the different shaped blocked went in the same shaped holes.  After watching me do a couple he looked at me with a confused look.  He then proceeded to remove the lid from the box and put the rest of the blocks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he is missing the point of the toy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-6363666056411846957?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/6363666056411846957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=6363666056411846957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/6363666056411846957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/6363666056411846957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-he-is-missing-point.html' title='I think he is missing the point.'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-3984477920775615692</id><published>2009-02-19T18:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:46:00.827-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting older'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Birthday Buddies</title><content type='html'>Growing up, I envied my friends who shared birthday with siblings or friends. It seemed like such a special things to share with someone so I always wanted a birthday buddy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago today I got my wish when this precious little boy was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q190/everyone89/Sebastian/2hoursold1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q190/everyone89/Sebastian/2hoursold1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (2/19/08 9:57am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how quickly this year has flown by.  It seems like only yesterday I was pregnant anxiously waiting for him to make his appearance.  It is amazing, that in such a short period of time, he has changed from a tiny baby who depended on us for everything to a little boy striving for independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q190/everyone89/Sebastian/IMG_9178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 640px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q190/everyone89/Sebastian/IMG_9178.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (2/19/09)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having my birthday to myself for so long, I was unsure how I would like sharing it now.  It has had one unexpected consequence, it is nearly impossible to fret about getting older on your birthday, when watching your ecstatic child run around playing with friends and family, devouring cake and opening presents.  So while some of my friends lamented this year's birthday and the continuing march of time, I rejoiced in the excitement of my son's first birthday instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-3984477920775615692?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/3984477920775615692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=3984477920775615692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/3984477920775615692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/3984477920775615692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-buddies.html' title='Birthday Buddies'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q190/everyone89/Sebastian/th_2hoursold1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-3610088154197620262</id><published>2009-02-14T12:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:01:32.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My son. The traiter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q190/everyone89/Sebastian/IMG_8831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 533px; height: 400px;" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q190/everyone89/Sebastian/IMG_8831.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This adorable, precious, sweet and innocent baby is actually a vile traitor who has forsaken the women who birthed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For about 6 weeks Sebastian has been regularly saying 'dada' and will readily point to him out if asked.  Hoever, he has yet to utter the word 'mama' and if you ask him "Where is mama?" he will give you a blank stare as if to say "Who?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last evening while we were all standing around the kitchen, he looks at my mother-in-law and says clear as day "gran-ma".  My own son, that I carried around for nine months, labored and birthed with no drugs, feed from my body and love with my whole heart, says gran-ma before mama.  How horribly unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;NOT the Mama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-3610088154197620262?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/3610088154197620262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=3610088154197620262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/3610088154197620262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/3610088154197620262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-son-traiter.html' title='My son. The traiter!'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q190/everyone89/Sebastian/th_IMG_8831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-708706347862367090</id><published>2008-11-03T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:37:42.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VOTE! VOTE! VOTE!</title><content type='html'>The Day Before Election&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas the day before the election, when all through the news&lt;br /&gt;The pundits and pollsters were spouting their views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candidates were running around all the states,&lt;br /&gt;Praying like hell there would be no mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Palin was crying about the media and elite,&lt;br /&gt;While John McCain was busy throwing out red meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no matter how hard they seem to try,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone saw right through their lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Sarah Palin needs to buy herself a clue,&lt;br /&gt;In addition to her brand new expensive suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John McCain will regret choosing Palin one day,&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that is what the history books will say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Republicans it seems might be in a big jam,&lt;br /&gt;Losing seats left and right and losing their fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pundits believe Obama just might win,&lt;br /&gt;The country can't deal with another Bush again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virginia and Florida might see the light,&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time ever do something right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is crazy to me the states are either red or blue,&lt;br /&gt;When purple would make a beautiful hue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The war rages on and the country is in a mess,&lt;br /&gt;Many believe Obama and Biden can handle it best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, Viginia! Now, Montana and Now, Indiana and Colorado!&lt;br /&gt;On, Florida! on Nevada! on, Missouri and Ohio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please get off your ass, get dressed and put down the remote!"&lt;br /&gt;To the end of the drive, on down the street! To the place where you vote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decision is big and there is too much at stake&lt;br /&gt;Probably the biggest one you will ever make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the dust has settled and the count is all in&lt;br /&gt;Will we have a new direction or the same song again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So up, up out of your chair and get onto your feet,&lt;br /&gt;The ability to vote, just can't be beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be a fan of McCain and Palin, that is OK&lt;br /&gt;I know if you vote for them it will really ruin my damn day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We deserve better than just Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb&lt;br /&gt;As to who is who, you know which is which one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing "Russia from your house" is not good enough&lt;br /&gt;We need a helluva lot more when times get tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is watching to see what will be done&lt;br /&gt;The last eight years have not been that much fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try something new, step out of the box&lt;br /&gt;Prove to the world that America rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave the bias behind on the color of skin&lt;br /&gt;Vote for Obama and restore our national dignity again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has the right stuff, from his head to his toes,&lt;br /&gt;And his head can barely contain all he knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is sharp as can be and his values are sound&lt;br /&gt;And he wants to turn this damn country around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palin has proven power can be abused!&lt;br /&gt;I for one am not very amused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCain truly lost his way!&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe a thing he has to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is perfect, we all agree to that,&lt;br /&gt;But Obama and Biden are better, and that is a fact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is it... all I've got! I hope it brings a chuckle or two today, the day before the biggest election in our collective history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOTE FOR Obama and Biden!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-708706347862367090?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/708706347862367090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=708706347862367090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/708706347862367090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/708706347862367090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2008/11/vote-vote-vote.html' title='VOTE! VOTE! VOTE!'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-908216271185230388</id><published>2008-09-25T22:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:54:24.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First dates are always awkward</title><content type='html'>Today, I took Sebastian to his first play date. I went through his entire wardrobe to make sure he was wearing the cutest outfit he owned to enhance his boyish charms and overall handsomeness. Since the playgroup was being held just around the corner we decided to walk.  Sebastian decided that he would take a little cat nap on the way so he would be refreshed when we arrived.  Over the next two hours we met several moms and children from around Anderson.  There were three babies there that were Sebastians age, in addition to the older children, that are his new friends. Reagan, Beverly Madeline and Sebastian had a great time sitting on the table, comparing and sharing toys, and trying to chew through water bottles.  It was nice to be able to sit and talk to other moms while the kids played. After two hours Sebastian was starting to get tired and was ready for a meal and a nap so I packed him in the stroller and we headed for home.  The entire way home he babbled and talked apparently trying to let me know how much fun he had. When we arrived home he ate lunch and took a much needed nap.  I can't believe how fast he is growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHv_CQrL_WI/SOJK-Q1piaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/sqo23glvJRU/s1600-h/DSCF0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHv_CQrL_WI/SOJK-Q1piaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/sqo23glvJRU/s320/DSCF0936.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251842548999752098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHv_CQrL_WI/SOJLV5rW6cI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8IynbDl2lvk/s1600-h/DSCF0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:right;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHv_CQrL_WI/SOJLV5rW6cI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8IynbDl2lvk/s320/DSCF0944.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251842955099433410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-908216271185230388?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/908216271185230388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=908216271185230388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/908216271185230388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/908216271185230388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-dates-are-always-awkward.html' title='First dates are always awkward'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHv_CQrL_WI/SOJK-Q1piaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/sqo23glvJRU/s72-c/DSCF0936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-14662939410345814</id><published>2008-09-21T22:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:29:02.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in the millions</title><content type='html'>Brian and I take an obscene number of pictures of our son in hopes of getting a few really good pictures.  The obsession results in large folders on our computers taking up gigs worth of memory. I have mine divided by weeks and each folder contains at least a couple hundred photos, many of which are out of focus, have too much or too little flash or has one of the subjects looking stoned. Every week we are able to salvage 10-20 really good photos to put up on his website so far away family and friend can keep up with his progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today in an effort to reclaim some hard drive space I started going through the picture folders and deleting the worst offenders.  While performing my task, I came across this gem of a photo that we had some how missed before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHv_CQrL_WI/SNcCENIAoII/AAAAAAAAAEw/eH3xoeY70bs/s1600-h/IMG_4159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHv_CQrL_WI/SNcCENIAoII/AAAAAAAAAEw/eH3xoeY70bs/s320/IMG_4159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248666161989591170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken about 3 months ago when Sebastian was 18 weeks old. It is but of preview of how his personality would develop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-14662939410345814?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/14662939410345814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=14662939410345814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/14662939410345814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/14662939410345814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2008/09/lost-in-millions.html' title='Lost in the millions'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHv_CQrL_WI/SNcCENIAoII/AAAAAAAAAEw/eH3xoeY70bs/s72-c/IMG_4159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-1113725247818128213</id><published>2008-09-19T22:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:55:01.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Lipstick on a Wing Nut"</title><content type='html'>We subscribe to The Nation and in the issue from September 29, 2008 there is an excellent article about John McCain's pick for VP by Katha Pollitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;John McCain chose the supremely under-qualified Sarah Palin as his running mate partly because she is a woman. If you have a problem with that, you're a sexist. She talks incessantly about being a mother of five and uses her newborn, Trig, who has Down syndrome, as a campaign prop. If you wonder how she'll handle all those kids and the Veep job too, you're a super-sexist. "When do they ever ask a man that question?" charges that fiery feminist Rudy Giuliani. Indeed, Palin, who went back to work when Trig was three days old, gets nothing but praise from Phyllis Schlafly, James Dobson and the folks at National Review, who usually blame all the ills of modern America on those neurotic, harried, selfish, frustrated, child-neglecting, husband-castrating working mothers. Even stranger, her five-months-pregnant 17-year-old, Bristol, gets nothing but compassion and respect from Bill O'Reilly, Rush Limbaugh and others who have spent their careers slut-shaming teens for having sex--and blaming their parents for letting it happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there were an Olympics for hypocrisy, the Republican Party would have more gold medals than Michael Phelps. And Palin would be wearing quite a few of them. It takes chutzpah for a mother to thrust her pregnant teen into the world's harshest spotlight and then demand the world respect the girl's privacy. But then it takes chutzpah to support criminalizing abortion and then praise Bristol's "decision" to have the baby. The right to decide, and privacy, after all, are two of the things Palin wants to deny every other woman, and every other family, in America. Palin's even said she would "choose life" if her daughter was pregnant from rape. Can't you just hear Bristol groaning, "Mo-om...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Republicans bashed Barack Obama as a "celebrity," but now they've got a star of their own, so naturally the rules have changed. Nothing would suit them better than for the media to spend the next two months spellbound by the wacky carnival on ice that is the Palin family: Todd, aka the First Dude, the kids, Levi the hunky bad-boy dad-to-be--well, maybe not him so much after his expletive-adorned MySpace page briefly came to light ("I'm a fuckin' redneck"; "I don't want kids"--whoops). The snowmobiles, the moose burgers, the guns, the hair, the glasses that are flying off America's shelves (starting at $375 a pair, and she has seven). Fretting over the work/family issue alone should take up enough column inches to employ all the female journalists in America from now to next Mother's Day. And don't forget that op-ed staple, What Does This Mean for Feminism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not playing. I don't care about Sarah Palin's family. I don't care if she's a good mother. I don't care if she's happily married, or who shops and who vacuums, or who takes care of the kids while both parents are at work. I don't want her recipe for caribou hot dogs, either. Life chez Sarah and Todd might make an adorable sitcom (Leave It to Jesus?) or a scathing tell-all a decade or so down the road (Governor Dearest?). Either way, so what? This is an election, not The View. As for feminism's meaning, what can you say after you've said that her career shows that even right-wing fundamentalist women have taken in feminism's message of empowerment and that's good, but that Palin's example suggests women can do it all without support from society and that's bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count me as a feminist who never believed that being PTA president meant you could be, well, President. The more time we spend on dippy ruminations--how does she do it?&lt;/span&gt; Queen Bee on steroids or the hockey mom next door? how hot is Todd, anyway?--the less focus there will be on the kind of queries that should come first with any vice presidential candidate, and certainly would if Palin were a man. Questions like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;§ Suppose your 14-year-old daughter Willow is brutally raped in her bedroom by an intruder. She becomes pregnant and wants an abortion. Could you tell the parents of America why you think your child and their children should be forced by law to have their rapists' babies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;§ You say you don't believe global warming is man-made. Could you tell us what scientists you've spoken with or read who have led you to that conclusion? What do you think the 2,500 scientists of the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change are getting wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;§ If you didn't try to fire Wasilla librarian Mary Ellen Baker over her refusal to consider censoring books, why did you try to fire her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;§ What is the European Union, and how does it function?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;§ Forty-seven million Americans lack health insurance. John Goodman, who has advised McCain on healthcare, has proposed redefining them as covered because, he says, anyone can get care at an ER. Do you agree with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;§ What is the function of the Federal Reserve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;§ Cindy and John McCain say you have experience in foreign affairs because Alaska is next to Russia. When did you last speak with Prime Minister Putin, and what did you talk about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;§ Approximately how old is the earth? Five thousand years? 10,000? 5 billion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;§ You are a big fan of President Bush, so why didn't you mention him even once in your convention speech?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;§ McCain says cutting earmarks and waste will make up for revenues lost by making the tax cuts permanent. Experts say that won't wash. Balancing the Bush tax cuts plus new ones proposed by McCain would most likely mean cutting Medicare, Medicaid or Social Security. Which would you cut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;§ You're suing the federal government to have polar bears removed from the endangered species list, even as Alaska's northern coastal ice is melting and falling into the sea. Can you explain the science behind your decision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;§ You've suggested that God approves of the Iraq War and the Alaska pipeline. How do you know?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is despicable that Palin is not being put under scrutiny for the right reasons.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care that Palin's 17 year old daughter is pregnant. But it does need to be the catalyst for the discussion about teen pregnancy and how abstinence only sex education only succeeds in producing teens who are clueless about their bodies, not any less likely to have sex but less likely to use any form of birth control when they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care that Palin has five kids and a career. But it should be a reason to discuss the deplorable lack of support there is for families in the country. Lack of affordable childcare, lack support for new mothers and job security so mothers can take time off to care for their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care that she believes, due to her religion, that the world is 6000 years old and that God created the world in 7 days but I have a problem with the blatant attempts to censor books, attempts to teach religion in science classrooms and the propagation of ignorance that her religion potentially brings to the government. There needs to be more discussion about the separation of Church and State and how it allow both to exist.  I can imagine what the government would look like if it was run by religion but I wonder if they ever stop to think how their religion would be altered when it was taken over by the State.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palin needs to stop all the whining about sexism and start answering questions. Bloggers, Op-ed writters, reporters, journalist and pundits need to stop focusing on stuff that doesn't matter (like tanning beds, how she will balance family and career, and the "first dude", and start trying to get some real answers out of her.  Asking those questions that Pollitt posed would be a great starting point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You can read the entire article &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.thenation.com/doc/20080929/pollitt"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-1113725247818128213?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/1113725247818128213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=1113725247818128213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/1113725247818128213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/1113725247818128213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2008/09/lipstick-on-wing-nut.html' title='&quot;Lipstick on a Wing Nut&quot;'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-7696605546991367063</id><published>2008-09-18T21:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:58:20.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>25 days to protect women’s health</title><content type='html'>The Department of Health and Human Services (HHS) recently proposed regulations that could seriously undermine access to basic reproductive health services -- including birth control and abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of striking a careful balance between individual religious liberty and patients’ access to reproductive health care, the Bush administration has taken patients’ rights and their health care needs out of the equation.  The new regulation will allow individual health care providers and organizations to, not only, refuse to offer reproductive services like birth control and abortion but give them the right to withhold information from patients and refuse to refer them to a facility that will provide the desired service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately this proposal does not need congressional approval but there is a period for public comment before it can go forward. The deadline for public comments is September 20 and intense opposition to these dangerous regulations are needed to protect the reproductive rights of women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sent HHS my comment urging them to stop efforts to block women's access to basic reproductive health services. You can do the same &lt;a href="http://action.aclu.org/hhs_comment"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-7696605546991367063?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/7696605546991367063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=7696605546991367063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/7696605546991367063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/7696605546991367063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2008/09/25-days-to-protect-womens-health.html' title='25 days to protect women’s health'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-8164936102757919041</id><published>2008-09-10T08:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:15:51.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>McCain picked the wrong Palin</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jf1y9s73Nos&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jf1y9s73Nos&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-8164936102757919041?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/8164936102757919041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=8164936102757919041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/8164936102757919041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/8164936102757919041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2008/09/mccain-picked-wrong-palin.html' title='McCain picked the wrong Palin'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-8346232352495084572</id><published>2008-09-07T15:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:26:09.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Living in a Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHv_CQrL_WI/SMQmMRBVsbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/C0bWIqKLJFc/s1600-h/Some+one+sent+us+a+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHv_CQrL_WI/SMQmMRBVsbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/C0bWIqKLJFc/s400/Some+one+sent+us+a+baby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243357858335404466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not blogged about my son since posting about my pregnancy and birth so I thought I would give a little up date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will be 7 month old in 12 days and is growing so fast I can hardly believe it.  He is sitting up, pulling to standing every chance he gets, loves for us to read books to him (and to look at them himself), has been getting up on his hands and knees and rocking and I am sure he will be crawling in no time.  I think he is absolutely adorable and his smile can make me do just about anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-8346232352495084572?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/8346232352495084572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=8346232352495084572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/8346232352495084572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/8346232352495084572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2008/09/am-i-living-in-box.html' title='Am I Living in a Box'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHv_CQrL_WI/SMQmMRBVsbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/C0bWIqKLJFc/s72-c/Some+one+sent+us+a+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-277622708225506750</id><published>2008-09-04T15:26:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:12:48.120-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atheism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-belief'/><title type='text'>Waiting to be let in on the secret.</title><content type='html'>As a child and pre-teen I attended the church that my grandparents went to.  My parents were not very religious and did not attend church regularly, but my grandparents thought it was important.  As a kid I enjoyed Sunday school because there were sweet treats for breakfast, we got to color and someone would read us a story.  I knew all the songs (This Little Light of Mine, Rise and Shine, Jesus Loves Me, etc). At this point I knew the answers people wanted to hear when I was asked about god and the bible.  As I got older the decision of whether to attend was left up to me. I continued so that I could socialize with friends and participate in the activities that the church provided: like singing in the choir, watching the kids in the nursery during services, lock-ins/outs and sleep away camp. And you can‘t forget the free lunches out that my grandfather would provide every Sunday if I went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime around the age of 8 or 9 it was finally revealed that there was no Santa, Easter Bunny or Tooth Fairy.  I had been given strict instructions not to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ruin the fun&lt;/span&gt; for my younger brother and cousins.  Being a good little girl, I kept this secret to myself and played along with the charade. At this same time, I was becoming more aware of the meaning behind the stories that were being told to us at church.  You know, the ones about the all knowing god who sees everything you do, the punishment or reward that comes because of specific behavior, someone coming back from the dead, 2 of every animal in the world fitting onto a boat, someone living in the stomach of a whale, pray and Momma Gran will get better, it thunders because god is angry, you will see your friend in heaven when you die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until I was 11 or 12 that I began to wonder "When is someone going to let me in on this secret?"  I had done such a great job of keeping the others; Why were people still insisting that God was real?  Surely soon someone would sit me down and explain how the stories about God are something that we tell kids are real before they can understand how things really work.  That sometimes people just get sick, that when someone dies they are gone forever, that punishments and rewards come as natural consequences of actions and from other people, and that sometimes you really are alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for a couple of years for someone say those things, but it never happened. I would sometimes ask probing questions to see if I could get someone to slip.  A couple of times I asked straight out "Is God Real?" and received answers like "of course honey.” I often wondered if they said that because they thought it was what I wanted to hear or if they thought the question was so silly that it didn't deserve an actual answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I stopped going to church because it wasn't fun anymore. I found other ways to spend time with friend and do things I enjoyed by joining chorus at school, babysitting and volunteering at the rec center summer camp.  My family occasionally inquired about going to church and I usually just dodged the question. At this point, I don’t think there ever really was a god, but I never &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; thought about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-277622708225506750?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/277622708225506750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=277622708225506750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/277622708225506750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/277622708225506750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2008/09/waiting-to-be-let-in-on-secret.html' title='Waiting to be let in on the secret.'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-7945405800361037726</id><published>2008-09-02T21:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:36:40.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vice in Go-Go Boots?</title><content type='html'>Maureen Dowd of the New York Times wrote this hysterical piece on the republican VP nominee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The guilty pleasure I miss most when I’m out slogging on the campaign trail is the chance to sprawl on the chaise and watch a vacuously spunky and generically sassy chick flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine my delight, my absolute astonishment, when the hokey chick flick came out on the trail, a Cinderella story so preposterous it’s hard to believe it’s not premiering on Lifetime. Instead of going home and watching “Miss Congeniality” with Sandra Bullock, I get to stay here and watch “Miss Congeniality” with Sarah Palin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheer heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy to see where this movie is going. It begins, of course, with a cute, cool unknown from Alaska who has never even been on “Meet the Press” triumphing over a cute, cool unknowable from Hawaii who has been on “Meet the Press” a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans, suspicious that the Obamas have benefited from affirmative action without being properly grateful, and skeptical that Michelle really likes “The Brady Bunch” and “The Dick Van Dyke Show,” reject the 47-year-old black contender as too uppity and untested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, they embrace 72-year-old John McCain and 44-year-old Sarah Palin, whose average age is 58, a mere two years older than the average age of the Obama-Biden ticket. Enthusiastic Republicans don’t see the choice of Palin as affirmative action, despite her thin résumé and gaping absence of foreign policy knowledge, because they expect Republicans to put an underqualified “babe,” as Rush Limbaugh calls her, on the ticket. They have a tradition of nominating fun, bantamweight cheerleaders from the West, like the previous Miss Congeniality types Dan Quayle and W., and then letting them learn on the job. So they crash into the globe a few times while they’re learning to drive, what’s the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama may have been president of The Harvard Law Review, but Palin graduated from the University of Idaho with a minor in poli-sci and worked briefly as a TV sports reporter. And she was tougher on the basketball court than the ethereal Obama, earning the nickname “Sarah Barracuda.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The legacy of Geraldine Ferraro was supposed to be that no one would ever go on a blind date with history again. But that crazy maverick and gambler McCain does it, and conservatives and evangelicals rally around him in admiration of his refreshingly cynical choice of Sarah, an evangelical Protestant and anti-abortion crusader who became a hero when she decided to have her baby, who has Down syndrome, and when she urged schools to debate creationism as well as that stuffy old evolution thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palinistas, as they are called, love Sarah’s spunky, relentlessly quirky “Northern Exposure” story from being a Miss Alaska runner-up, and winning Miss Congeniality, to being mayor and hockey mom in Wasilla, a rural Alaskan town of 6,715, to being governor for two years to being the first woman ever to run on a national Republican ticket. (Why do men only pick women as running mates when they need a Hail Mary pass? It’s a little insulting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah is a zealot, but she’s a fun zealot. She has a beehive and sexy shoes, and the day she’s named she goes shopping with McCain in Ohio for a cheerleader outfit for her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she once told Vogue, she’s learned the hard way to deal with press comments about her looks. “I wish they’d stick with the issues instead of discussing my black go-go boots,” she said. “A reporter once asked me about it during the campaign, and I assured him I was trying to be as frumpy as I could by wearing my hair on top of my head and these schoolmarm glasses.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chick flick, naturally, features a wild stroke of fate, when the two-year governor of an oversized igloo becomes commander in chief after the president-elect chokes on a pretzel on day one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie ends with the former beauty queen shaking out her pinned-up hair, taking off her glasses, slipping on ruby red peep-toe platform heels that reveal a pink French-style pedicure, and facing down Vladimir Putin in an island in the Bering Strait. Putting away her breast pump, she points her rifle and informs him frostily that she has some expertise in Russia because it’s close to Alaska. “Back off, Commie dude,” she says. “I’m a much better shot than Cheney.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she takes off in her seaplane and lands on the White House lawn, near the new ice fishing hole and hockey rink. The “First Dude,” as she calls the hunky Eskimo in the East Wing, waits on his snowmobile with the kids — Track (named after high school track meets), Bristol (after Bristol Bay where they did commercial fishing), Willow (after a community in Alaska), Piper (just a cool name) and Trig (Norse for “strength.”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The P.T.A. is great preparation for dealing with the K.G.B.,” President Palin murmurs to Todd, as they kiss in the final scene while she changes Trig’s diaper. “Now that Georgia’s safe, how ’bout I cook you up some caribou hot dogs and moose stew for dinner, babe?”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-7945405800361037726?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/7945405800361037726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=7945405800361037726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/7945405800361037726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/7945405800361037726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2008/09/vice-in-go-go-boots.html' title='Vice in Go-Go Boots?'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-7339479144561105393</id><published>2008-08-29T14:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:33:11.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Joe Biden</title><content type='html'>I really love the ladies over at &lt;a href="http://bitchphd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bitch Ph.D&lt;/a&gt;. They are intelligent, witty and excellent at expressing their opinions in writing.  Today M. LeBlanc wrote a &lt;a href="http://bitchphd.blogspot.com/2008/08/confidential.html"&gt;letter&lt;/a&gt; to the democratic vice presidential nominee Joe Biden regarding McCain's chioce for his VP.  In it she blasts the republican party for their anti-women stances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;John McCain's party is the party that doesn't give a shit about women. They don't want women to have ownership and control over their bodies, and they don't care whether women get equal pay for equal work.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tells him what we would like him to ask her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If you were elected vice-president, and the Lilly Ledbetter Fair Pay Act came before the Senate once again, and the vote was tied, and you were called upon in your constitutionally-mandated role as tie-breaker, how would you vote? Would you, like me, vote that when women are denied equal pay for equal work, they should get restitution, or would you, like John McCain, vote that a Supreme Court decision making it nearly impossible for them to receive that restitution, should stand? &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the entire letter &lt;a href="http://bitchphd.blogspot.com/2008/08/confidential.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-7339479144561105393?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/7339479144561105393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=7339479144561105393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/7339479144561105393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/7339479144561105393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2008/08/dear-joe-biden.html' title='Dear Joe Biden'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-8736311971917867495</id><published>2008-08-25T14:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T14:49:33.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hella Cool</title><content type='html'>The is amazing. The first few seconds are the coolest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hm7--Q9-OH8&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=11645361&amp;color2=13619151&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hm7--Q9-OH8&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=11645361&amp;color2=13619151&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-8736311971917867495?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/8736311971917867495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=8736311971917867495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/8736311971917867495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/8736311971917867495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2008/08/hella-cool.html' title='Hella Cool'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-5286568715551580269</id><published>2008-08-21T22:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T12:35:11.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this game.</title><content type='html'>I stumbled across this game a couple a years ago and was addicted to it for a week or so.  Last week I was reintroduced to it again.  It is fun and lets me know how abysmal my geography and history knowledge is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.travelpod.com/traveler-iq"&gt;Traveler's IQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have it embedded but I couldn't make it fit so you will have to play it on the other website&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-5286568715551580269?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/5286568715551580269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=5286568715551580269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/5286568715551580269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/5286568715551580269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-this-game.html' title='I love this game.'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-3367249408641738592</id><published>2008-08-21T14:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:24:23.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Read Any Good Books Lately (part 2)</title><content type='html'>I have read three really good books in the last several weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last on I read was &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Possible-Side-Effects-Augusten-Burroughs/dp/B00119M106/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1219344051&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Possible Side Effects&lt;/a&gt; by Augusten Burroughs. I always run the gambit of emotions when I read his books (this is my 4th I think). There are hilarious parts that make me laugh until I nearly pee myself, there are parts that make me want to cry in empathy and sympathy, I feel envy at some of the adventures that he has.  His books never disappoint me and I have his new one in my queue of books to be read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before the Burroughs book, I read the first book in the Cronus Chronicles, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Shadow-Thieves-Cronus-Chronicles/dp/141690588X/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1219344837&amp;sr=8-2"&gt;The Shadow Theives&lt;/a&gt;, by Anne Ursu.  It is a fantasy book about 2 cousins who save their friends and classmates from a sickness that the adults can't figure out.  It is written at about the same level as Harry Potter (5th - 8th grade) and could be enjoyed by just as wide of an audience. There are two more books in the series, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Siren-Song-Cronus-Chronicles-Book/dp/1416905898/ref=pd_bxgy_b_img_b"&gt;The Siren Song&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Promethean-Flame-w-t-Cronus-Chronicles/dp/141690591X/ref=pd_bbs_3?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1219344837&amp;sr=8-3"&gt;The Promethean Flame&lt;/a&gt; which I hope to read soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before that I read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gods-Behaving-Badly-Marie-Phillips/dp/0316067628/ref=pd_bbs_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1219344097&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Gods Behaving Badly&lt;/a&gt; by Marie Phillips.  This is a wonderfully written book where the "real gods" are the ones from Greek Mythology but they have had to resort to living on earth and have been losing their powers because no one believes in them any more. It is sexy, silly, irreverent and a really quick read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Omnivores-Dilemma-Natural-History-Meals/dp/0143038583/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1219346086&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Omnivore's Dilemma: A Natural History of Four Meals&lt;/a&gt;.  I am not very far into it yet but it is a interesting read so far and I will write more on it when I am done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books in queue: Middlesex (Kate - if I could borrow your copy that would be awesome), When You Are Engulfed In Flames, The Brief Wonderous Life of Oscar Wao, A Wolf At The Table and Freethinkers.  I am open to any suggestions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-3367249408641738592?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/3367249408641738592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=3367249408641738592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/3367249408641738592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/3367249408641738592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2008/08/read-any-good-books-lately-part-2.html' title='Read Any Good Books Lately (part 2)'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-3566667685587660411</id><published>2008-08-17T20:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:00:00.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>15 years in a Nut Shell</title><content type='html'>Very few people actually read this blog so I didn't actually get this meme passed to me by another blogger but I read it some where and thought it would be fun to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think back on the last 15 years of your life. What would you tell someone that you hadn’t seen or talked to for 15 years? How would you sum up your life?&lt;br /&gt;You get 10 bullet points, a list of 10 things to summarize you. At the end of your list, tag 5 more people and send on the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2008/06/long-road-to-becoming-doctor.html"&gt;Attended and Graduated from Medical School.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2008/05/pregnancy-and-birth-story.html"&gt;Had a baby.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2008/08/wind-is-blowing-and-water-is-rising.html"&gt;Rode out Hurricane Ivan on Grand Cayman Island.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lived in &lt;br /&gt;    a.  Roswell, Georgia&lt;br /&gt;    b.  Kennesaw, Georgia&lt;br /&gt;    c.  West Bay, Grand Cayman&lt;br /&gt;    d.  Westbrook, Maine&lt;br /&gt;    e.  Anderson, South Carolina&lt;br /&gt;    f.  Saginaw, Michigan&lt;br /&gt;*Got Married on a cruise ship in Puerto Rico.&lt;br /&gt;*Attended and Graduated from Kennesaw State University with a BS in Biology.&lt;br /&gt;*Graduated from High School.&lt;br /&gt;*Meet my would be husband when I was a freshman in high school.&lt;br /&gt;*Went from a person who would only eat bland ‘everyday’ foods to a person who enjoys a variety of different cuisines and will try foods that I previously disliked.&lt;br /&gt;*Became an aunt and a sister-in-law.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-3566667685587660411?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/3566667685587660411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=3566667685587660411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/3566667685587660411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/3566667685587660411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2008/08/15-years-in-nut-shell.html' title='15 years in a Nut Shell'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-4714270576713387682</id><published>2008-08-13T23:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:00:04.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What does this mean to you?</title><content type='html'>Driving down the road today I say a church with a sign that read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you tried a little Salem lately?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will freely admit that, due to my own personal prejudices, I tend to assume the worst when it come to organized religion but it seems to me that this sign is condoning witch hunts and encouraging people to take part in them now.  I have been thinking about this for several hours and cannot come up with any other explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any other explanation that you can think of?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-4714270576713387682?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/4714270576713387682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=4714270576713387682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/4714270576713387682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/4714270576713387682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-does-this-mean-to-you.html' title='What does this mean to you?'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-1464842739069113699</id><published>2008-08-08T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T16:00:29.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366FF"&gt;5 jobs I've had: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Medical Student, Medical Assistant, Office Manager, Billing/Collections/Insurance Clerk, Dipper at Hagen Das&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366FF"&gt;5 movies I can watch over &amp; over: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Labyrinth, Princess Bride, Lord of the Rings (all of them), Spaceballs, Willow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366FF"&gt;5 places I've lived: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Long Branch, NJ; Roswell, GA; West Bay, Grand Cayman; Westbrook, ME; Saginaw, MI&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366FF"&gt;5 TV shows I love: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;The Daily Show; The Colbert Report, Good Eats, Simpsons, Family Guy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366FF"&gt;5 places I've been on &lt;br /&gt;vacation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Boston, MA; Myrtle Beach, SC; Hilton Head, SC; Sequim, WA; Niagara Falls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366FF"&gt;5 of my favorite meals: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Puerto Rican Rice and Beans, Chicken Terriaki, Veal/Chicken Piccata, Brian’s Hot Wings, Chicken and Dumplings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366FF"&gt;5 websites I visit daily: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Google Reader, My Yahoo, My Space, Friendly Atheist, Pharyngula&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366FF"&gt;5 places I'd rather be &lt;br /&gt;now: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Residency, Boston, MA; At the beach, With all my student loans and credit card debt paid off, With Brian, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-1464842739069113699?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/1464842739069113699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=1464842739069113699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/1464842739069113699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/1464842739069113699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2008/08/5-things.html' title='5 Things'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-3232822131144715733</id><published>2008-08-07T20:59:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:21:29.835-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wind is Blowing and the Water is Rising</title><content type='html'>As I mentioned in my previous post about my medical school journey, I was living on Grand Cayman when a Class V hurricane (Ivan) hit the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHv_CQrL_WI/SJu2d_NOFFI/AAAAAAAAACk/-I5ZKr18LeQ/s1600-h/Ivan+0001+%2811%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHv_CQrL_WI/SJu2d_NOFFI/AAAAAAAAACk/-I5ZKr18LeQ/s320/Ivan+0001+%2811%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231976018420307026" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the view from our apartment before the hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It all started around the 9th of September 2004 when the weather reports started talking about a hurricane that was traveling north from the mid-Atlantic towards the Caribbean.  On that day it hit Carriacou and Grenada and began its track toward Jamaica.  From the paths of previous storms we were pretty sure that if it hit Kingston then the storm would turn to the west and miss Grand Cayman all together.  However on the 10th the news came that the storm had bypassed Jamaica and was headed straight for Cayman.  On its way to us it would pass over the warm waters of the Caribbean and gain strength.  At this point many of my fellow class mates evacuated the island on a plane chartered by the school but since they refused to allow family or pets to travel on the flight we made the decision to stay on the island. Two classmates of mine (Kevin and Dan) also decided to ride out the storm and stayed with us because the school closed the dorms where they were living.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what happened to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9/10/04&lt;/span&gt; – Early that afternoon Kevin, Dan and I went to my house to prepare for the storm, stopping by the grocery store, on the way, for provisions.  Brian was at work trying to prepare the radio stations and grocery stores.  Later on that afternoon Brian arrived home and we continued preparations by putting up storm shutters and picking things up off the floor.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b95fcc88d55ec95a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db95fcc88d55ec95a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329901800%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2058DB88A70D7F5017C62B14ECD9D0555FBCCA83.31AE9C7A6958302011DF1CCDB217E7D59907F0CE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db95fcc88d55ec95a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeAfZjEHEYSOndgbJvDJJ8gHe0Zk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db95fcc88d55ec95a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329901800%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2058DB88A70D7F5017C62B14ECD9D0555FBCCA83.31AE9C7A6958302011DF1CCDB217E7D59907F0CE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db95fcc88d55ec95a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeAfZjEHEYSOndgbJvDJJ8gHe0Zk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 4pm the police came around and said that the power and water was going to be shut off to our area and that we were being evacuated from the house.  The four of us packed our stuff into the Alto, grabbed the dog and headed for a friends house.  We arrived and settled in at the home of Jamie and Karl, two of our good friends from the island.  All told there were 8 adults, 1 child, 3 dogs and 2 cats in a 1000sq foot condo.  We continued to have power until about 8pm but we were able to keep the internet going for another 2 hours using Universal Power Supplies (UPS).  We used our computers, played cards, imbibed a little alcohol and had dinner.  When the UPS finally died at about 10pm we all tried to get some sleep curled up around the living room.  The wind was picking up and it was raining a little but nothing serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9/11/04&lt;/span&gt; – At around 9am Jamie’s and Karl’s son woke us up complaining of being wet.  We all woke quickly and found that the water outside was about a foot up the back door and leaking in around the door jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6a87e5f71ca0f430" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6a87e5f71ca0f430%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329901800%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5298B67BE567F2DBF2B3F703577947A0C28F7D19.753B13797285B2DE735228A99C5E20D6C088888D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6a87e5f71ca0f430%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D63uNc7ORN5sHIspIyPwFgfCpFfg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6a87e5f71ca0f430%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329901800%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5298B67BE567F2DBF2B3F703577947A0C28F7D19.753B13797285B2DE735228A99C5E20D6C088888D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6a87e5f71ca0f430%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D63uNc7ORN5sHIspIyPwFgfCpFfg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just kind of hung around for a while until the water started rising more and then the men started moving anything they could from the downstairs to the upper floor.  Being guys they grabbed the electronics (computers, TVs, video games etc...) first and then remembered that we might need food. At about 1pm, before anything had been retrieved from the kitchen, there was this loud cracking noise that turned out to be the wood from the door frames splintering.  The doors were being ripped out of their frames.  Water rushed in and was quickly 4 feet deep.  All people and animals were safely on the upper floor as we watched all kinds of items (coolers, furniture, medications, tiki gods) flow through the front door and out the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6b1e955a2bfb5565" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6b1e955a2bfb5565%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329901800%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84170BA128F18FBE15455D647B07BA203349A7BE.6B869C079B362275F0130E25F70974AB33D7C07A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6b1e955a2bfb5565%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1S9ekirGmwJAN77Jfjgf1VYPfY8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6b1e955a2bfb5565%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329901800%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84170BA128F18FBE15455D647B07BA203349A7BE.6B869C079B362275F0130E25F70974AB33D7C07A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6b1e955a2bfb5565%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1S9ekirGmwJAN77Jfjgf1VYPfY8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next several hours the rain continued to pound down, the wind continued to howl and the water continued to rise as the waves grew bigger and stronger.  It was at about 2pm that the water level peaked as it was lapping at the bottom of the top step.  At this point we were trying to figure out what we would do if the water rose any higher.  Luckily it did not eventually started to recede.  As night was approaching we ventured outside to survey the damage and commandeered the vacant bedrooms of neighboring townhouses in an attempt to get a good night’s sleep.  It was hot and muggy, the bed linens were wet and there were bugs everywhere but we tried to sleep as best we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9/12/04&lt;/span&gt; – As the sun rose the next morning the heat increased as did the humidity.  We all packed up our stuff and decided to hit the road.  Kevin and Dan headed for the dorms and eventually the airport.  Brian and I with Lucy in tow headed first for Brian’s office with plans to go back to our own house later.  After an hour or so of walking over crumbled streets, climbing over fallen trees and surveying the destruction we arrived at what had been Brian’s office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHv_CQrL_WI/SJu589qH5kI/AAAAAAAAACs/cbcZfIjk4AQ/s1600-h/Ivan+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHv_CQrL_WI/SJu589qH5kI/AAAAAAAAACs/cbcZfIjk4AQ/s320/Ivan+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231979849115493954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do there we continued on to the grocery store the company he worked for owned and already there were looters.  Brian and some other employees took up what ever they could find to fend them off until the building could be secured.  We then began our trek towards home which took us a couple of hours even with the kind people who took us (with our dirty and smelly dog) about 1/3 of the way.  We were shocked to discover that while we had significant water damage it was all from the roof because the storm surge did not reach it.  We cleaned up what we could, chatted with our neighbors and eventually raided the freezer for anything still good and had a grand barbecue.  Here is the view from our apartment after the storm passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHv_CQrL_WI/SJu6nzvHPpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IcbtxrKKTbw/s1600-h/Ivan+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHv_CQrL_WI/SJu6nzvHPpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IcbtxrKKTbw/s320/Ivan+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231980585186442898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next several days we spent our days at the grocery store helping out, mostly because they needed the help but also because they had air conditioning and fresh food.  At home, we had no electricity or running water.  We bathed in the ocean because the cisterns had filled with sewage. And I waited to hear about what would happen with school.  Two days later word was given that my school would relocate temporarily to Windham, Maine and we began trying to figure out how to get me back to The States.  Brian was going to have to stay for a couple of months to help get the island back together before joining me in Maine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day there were long lines of people waiting in a hanger at the airport to get on one of the relief flights to Florida.  Many people were told to go home each night and return the next day to try again.  Brian and several of his co-workers convinced their boss to charter a plane for the families of the employees who agreed to stay. So on the 16th I was at the airport at 9am waiting to board the plane along with a friend and her 5 month old baby.  After all documents were verified we were allowed to board the plane and since we had the baby were giving the bulkhead seats. A little while later when all the employees families had gotten on board the flight attendants were doing their head count and reported to the pilot that there was 20 vacant seats and he decided he would not take off empty.  So this began our 6 hour wait on the tarmac with no air flow, no beverages and no food until the airline could find additional 20 passengers.  During this time we were all hot and uncomfortable. The baby got very upset and overheated and began vomiting and finally the pilot agreed to let the people with children have water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5pm the flight finally took off and about 80 minutes later we landed in Fort Lauderdale.  After getting through customs, immigration and baggage claim it was 8pm.  With no money, I called my family and had them book me a hotel room for the night and wire me money so I could by a plane ticket to Atlanta where my family was.  The hotel room was great and I think I took about 5 showers that night.  I was so glad to be out of the disaster area that was Cayman but I was incredibly sad that I had to leave behind Brian and Lucy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to have had the experience and to have come out a better person on the other side but if there is ever a hurricane ever coming anywhere near anyplace that I live I will take the fastest route out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To see more video of the hurricane and it aftermath &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/Brythonic"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; for Brian's YouTube)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-3232822131144715733?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/3232822131144715733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=3232822131144715733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/3232822131144715733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/3232822131144715733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2008/08/wind-is-blowing-and-water-is-rising.html' title='The Wind is Blowing and the Water is Rising'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHv_CQrL_WI/SJu2d_NOFFI/AAAAAAAAACk/-I5ZKr18LeQ/s72-c/Ivan+0001+%2811%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-6843343008055429991</id><published>2008-08-07T16:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:44:14.950-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human development'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sebastian Thomas Hamilton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Evolution of Baby</title><content type='html'>Over the last several days I, along with his grandmother, have been watching with wonder Sebastian's developmental achievements.  From day to day it is possible to witness the improvements in dexterity and control of his hands, experiences the wrath of his mood swings as his personality develops and he begins to better understand his world and as he learns that his actions have a direct effect on the world.  It is a wonder of nature that an entire human being has it beginnings with just 2 cells and is able to develop from an seemingly boneless blob at birth to the joy that I am confronted with today and the many that are to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v449/flatcoatedlover/Baby/evol3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v449/flatcoatedlover/Baby/evol3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if she was reading my mind, a friend (&lt;a href="www.katecharlton.com"&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt;) sent the above photographic study of Sebastian.  The first picture is at 1 week old, the second picture is at 2 months and the final one is at about 5 1/2 months.  It is amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-6843343008055429991?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/6843343008055429991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=6843343008055429991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/6843343008055429991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/6843343008055429991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2008/08/evolution-of-baby.html' title='Evolution of Baby'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-1221267925643218006</id><published>2008-07-11T22:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:31:43.132-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading lists'/><title type='text'>Read any good books lately</title><content type='html'>As I was perusing some blogs today I came across &lt;a href="http://marybeth494.blogspot.com/2008/07/top-100-list.html"&gt;Cats...Books...Life is Good&lt;/a&gt; with a list of 100 books supposedly put out by the National Education Association.  She had been unable to find the list posted on their site and I was not able to find this exact list anywhere either.  However, apparently the average person has only read 6 of these books and like her I have read more than that so I thought that I would post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Harry Potter series - JK Rowling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;The Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;Great Expectations - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Little Women - Louisa M Alcott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;Catch 22 - Joseph Heller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;Complete Works of Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;The Time Traveler’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;Middlemarch - George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;Bleak House - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;David Copperfield - Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;Emma - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;Persuasion - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Animal Farm - George Orwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Lord of the Flies - William Golding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;Atonement - Ian McEwan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;Life of Pi - Yann Martel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;Dune - Frank Herbert&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Brave New World - Aldous Huxley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;The Secret History - Donna Tartt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;On The Road - Jack Kerouac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;Moby Dick - Herman Melville&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Dracula - Bram Stoker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;Ulysses - James Joyce&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Germinal - Emile Zola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Possession - AS Byatt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;The Color Purple - Alice Walker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Charlotte’s Web - EB White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Watership Down - Richard Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Hamlet - William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Les Miserables - Victor Hugo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Of this list there are 42 that I have read (in red), 14 that I have never heard of before (in blue), 14 that I have been meaning to read (in green) and those in black I have no desire to read ever.  How do you fair?&lt;/p&gt;Also on the topic of books I have some some really good ones lately.  All of these are by authors that I typically like their work but these were outstanding examples of the excellent storytelling that they are capable of. I have read two book by Stephen King recently, Duma Key and Bag of Bones, and both were excellent but Bag of Bones was the best book I have read by him since The Stand. Another author that I read regularly is Dean Koontz and he has a series of books about a character named Odd Thomas. These books are fantastically written and the story pulls you along so strongly that you really don't want to put it down. Finally I have been exploring the world of children's literature and came across a book by Neal Gaiman called Coraline. It is a quickread but has some fantastic imagery and an intriguing story line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If anyone has any recommendation for good summer reading I would love to hear about them. Already on my list are Atheist Universe and a couple of Augustine Burroughs books.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-1221267925643218006?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/1221267925643218006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=1221267925643218006' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/1221267925643218006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/1221267925643218006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2008/07/read-any-good-books-lately.html' title='Read any good books lately'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-4254828389727621650</id><published>2008-06-09T00:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T00:48:10.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Road to Becoming a Doctor</title><content type='html'>My road to becoming a doctor started many moons ago (20 years or so) when I would visit my grandfather at his office.  He is a family practice physician and I would go to his office and talk with his nurses, patients, other doctors and anyone else who would listen and answer my questions.  I was fascinated with everything going on in the office.  As I matured I became more and more sure that I want to be a physician.  To this end I began working in his office at about 12 years old filing papers in charts and filing charts.  As I got older I progressed to answering phones then to receptionist to billing/collections clerk to insurance clerk to medical assistant.  By the time I graduated college I had done every job in a medical office except doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college, I pursued a BS in biology with a concentration on Pre-med and graduated in 2003. During my final year of undergrad I applied to several medical school and was either rejected or wait listed.  As the end of school approached I grew impatient and searched for another path to medical school.  I started looking at Caribbean medical school and out of pure impatience I applied and was accepted to St. Matthews University School of Medicine on Grand Cayman.  In June of 2003, my husband and I visited Grand Cayman and the school and the following August we packed up all of our stuff and moved there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my first year of medical school a hurricane hit Grand Cayman and the school was temporarily relocated to South Portland, ME.  I spent a year in Maine completing my second year of medical school.  After the second year of medical school it is required that you take the first of three USMLE exams.  I took it the first time and did not pass so I had to take another semester off from school to study for and retake the exam.  The second time I passed with no problem.  In August of 2006, we moved to Saginaw, MI so that I could complete my final 2 years of medical school by participating in core and elective clinical rotations.  After the first year of clinicals (third year of medical school) it is required that the second of the three USMLE exams must be taken and passed.  My first attempt at this exam I was about 6 weeks pregnant and nauseous all the time and did very poorly on the exam and did not pass.  For the next 5 months I participated in several more rotations and studied to retake the exam at the beginning of December.  At this point I was about 7 months pregnant and not at the top of my game and I failed the exam again.  I continued with clinical rotations until the 13th of February and on the 19th I gave birth to my beautiful son.  I spent the next four weeks recuperating from labor and delivery and studying for my exam yet again.  In the middle of May I took my exam for the third time and passed.  On May 31st I officially graduated from medical school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently looking for a residency position in Family Medicine.  I would love to be able to start a residency this year but it is looking less and less likely.  I am still holding out a little hope that something will come through but there is a high probability that I will not have a position until next July.  I will continue to look for positions that can start sooner or a 'pre-match' for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that has been my long, difficult and crazy journey to get my MD.  Looking back on it and knowing everything I know now I would have done many things differently.  Some days I think that I would have not gone to medical school at all and helped Brian to pursue all of the things he wanted to do and be a stay at home mom.  Other times I think maybe I should have gone to PA or NP school so I could still be in the medical profession.  Other times I am sure I would have still wanted to be a doctor but I would have been more patient and waited a year to get into a US medical school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the coulda/woulda/shouldas constantly haunt me.  There are some many things I wish I could change so that the lives of my husband and child could be better than they are.  I struggle with self doubt and second guess my abilities at every turn.  I wonder how I am ever going to be the wife, mother and doctor I aspire to be.  I am not sure that I am capable of being any one of those things in the way I want to be and even less sure of my ability to be all three at the same time.  Right now I need a 'win' so that I can feel that my life is at least moving in a positive and forward direction rather than standing still or slipping back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-4254828389727621650?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/4254828389727621650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=4254828389727621650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/4254828389727621650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/4254828389727621650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2008/06/long-road-to-becoming-doctor.html' title='Long Road to Becoming a Doctor'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-6064408747548996674</id><published>2008-06-08T23:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T00:09:54.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh!  I am so behind on this blog</title><content type='html'>I have so many things that I want to blog about but I have been so distractable and foggy headed lately that I just completely forget about it when I get on my computer.  So I finally remembered tonight after completing my homework for my MBA and decided to put a list up here of the things I want to/plan to write about in the next few days/weeks (FSM help me, not months).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My medical school journey.&lt;br /&gt;Hurricane Ivan&lt;br /&gt;Graduation in Cayman&lt;br /&gt;Life with the babe&lt;br /&gt;Moving (again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is some other stuff I have been thinking about but can't remember now.  Oh, well.  They will come back to me eventually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-6064408747548996674?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/6064408747548996674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=6064408747548996674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/6064408747548996674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/6064408747548996674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2008/06/ugh-i-am-so-behind-on-this-blog.html' title='Ugh!  I am so behind on this blog'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-2642156463980664510</id><published>2008-05-14T17:01:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:16:27.715-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delivery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural child birth'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy and Birth Story</title><content type='html'>I know that this is a little belated but with the new baby, trying to finish medical school and working on an MBA I have barely had time to shower much less write blogs.  I was/am overjoyed with how my pregnancy, labor and delivery went.  I had a excellent OB who was supportive of my, not always mainstream, choices.  The nurses were amazing and basically left me to do my thing with minimal interference.  The most important piece, that kept me grounded and prevented me from caving, was the presence my loving husband (who still swears that he was nothing more than a cheerleader).  So without further ado here is my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of June 2007 I took a home pregnancy test and two little lines appeared; it was positive.  I had been feeling kind of under the weather for the previous 1-2 weeks but hadn’t thought much of it until I didn’t start my period when I should have.  My hubby and I had decided a couple of months prior that we were going to start trying to conceive and the doctors told us it would probably take a while since I have polycystic ovarian syndrome.  But as luck would have it the first cycle after I stopped taking the pill we got lucky.  At first I was kind of stunned that it happened so fast but I was also very please and excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next several months flew by.  I had my first &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v449/flatcoatedlover/Baby/BabyPic7-24-071-1.jpg"&gt;ultrasound at 11 weeks&lt;/a&gt; gestation and our little one was growing well and right on schedule.  I only suffered from mild “morning” sickness that was easily kept at bay by remembering to eat something small every hour our so.  By 20 weeks the “morning” sickness was gone and I had my &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v449/flatcoatedlover/Baby/ImaBoy.jpg"&gt;second ultrasound&lt;/a&gt;.  This is when we found out that our precious little one was a boy.  At this point it was just a confirmation of what I already knew.  I had been saying since I was about 14 weeks along that I was sure that it was a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that in general I had a really easy &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v449/flatcoatedlover/Baby/MommaPicture.jpg"&gt;pregnancy&lt;/a&gt;.  I did not have any back pain or swelling in my feet. I stay active and completing clinical rotations until 4 days before I delivered and 1 week past my due date.  I think that I had so few problems because I could not afford to let anything stop me from finishing medical school.  I did have some issues:  I had pubic symphysis pain starting at about 23 weeks that made it very difficult to sit down for any extended period of time.  This was actually kind of good because it meant I had to be up walking around.  I also developed a numb/tingling feeling in my left thigh that was really just annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was due on February 8, 2008.  As this date approached I was completing my Emergency Medicine rotation which was scheduled to be finished on the 15th.  Starting around the 1st of February I began talking to my little man and asking him to just hang in there a little while longer.  I finished the rotation without a single contraction but I was dilated about 3cm the entire last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following Monday (2/18/08) I was 41 weeks and 3 days gestation.  I went to the hospital for a ‘non-stress test’ and got the all clear that everything looked good.  A little later that day I went to see my OB.  I had not had any real contractions and didn’t think that I was anywhere near ready to have this baby but I agreed to have him check my cervix.  Much to my surprise I was dilated about 2-3cm.  At that point he ‘stripped of my membranes’ meaning that he basically put his finger between the uterine wall and the membranes and separated them (I have to say that this hurt like hell and I felt horrible for the rest of the afternoon. I don’t think that I will ever let a doctor do that again.).  He then sent me home with orders to have a glass of wine, relax and let things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Brian and I had a nice dinner with our best friends, &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v449/flatcoatedlover/Baby/image004.jpg"&gt;Tom and Kate&lt;/a&gt;, and then I went to bed early.  At around 12:30am he came to bed and shortly there after, at 10 minutes to 1, I got up to go to the bathroom. While I was up my water broke.  I was still not having any contractions so I decided to tell Brian that my water broke but that I wanted to wait to go to the hospital.  I messed around repacking my bag, cleaning, checking e-mail and watching TV all the while having weak contractions 15-20 minutes apart.  At about 2:30 the contractions starting coming closer together, lasting longer and were a little more intense.  At around 3am I figured that it was time to get going to the hospital because my contractions were very intense, lasting about 60-90 seconds and coming every 5 minutes so I called my OB and headed over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked in the front door of the hospital my water broke again.  I know this sound weird but basically I had another huge gush of fluid.  I got up stairs and settled into my room and this is when we discovered that there was meconium in the amniotic fluid.  The nurse then checked the heart tones of the baby, took my blood pressure, pulse ox and monitored both of us for 10 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next part is why I absolutely love my OB.  I was very up front with him about what I wanted out of this experience and he supported me completely.  He told the nursed to let me labor in what ever position I wanted with fetal monitoring for 3 minutes every half hour.  I was allowed to eat if I wanted (turns out I didn’t but I had lots of good snacks on hand just in case and they came in handy after he was born so I didn’t have to wait for room service). I spent a little bit of time lying on the bed trying to get some rest when we first got to the hospital but as soon as the contractions got going, sitting or lying down hurt too much.  This is when I started walking around (pacing actually) and spending some time in the shower.  At around 7am the contractions we coming every 2 minutes and lasting about 60-70 seconds.  I felt like I couldn't catch my breath they were coming so fast. Sometime around 9:30am I began feeling the urge to push (sorry I don’t remember the exact time but I was preoccupied).  After 8-10 really good pushes (I think there was a few other not so good pushes) I had delivered our &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v449/flatcoatedlover/Baby/1hourold.jpg"&gt;perfect and absolutely gorgeous son&lt;/a&gt;.  He came into this world at 9:58am on February 19th, 2008, exactly 29 years to the day after his mother was born.  I now have a birthday buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this whole time my fantastic, wonderful, supportive husband was right there by my side.  He was holding my hand, assuring me that I could do it and that I was doing it.  I got thru the entire labor and delivery without any medications of any kind.  If it hadn’t been for Brian I would have given in and asked for narcotics or an epidural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after he was born he was placed on my chest and I swelled with love. Within the first hour he was partaking of his first taste of breast milk and he took to nursing like a pro.  Shortly after he was born and we got cleaned and covered up Tom and Kate came to welcome Sebastian to the world.  After getting some great photos everyone left so we could get some rest.  At around 1:30pm we decided that it was time to clean him up a bit so we gave him his first bath.  After his bath we got him dressed and I went to sit back down and cuddle with him a little bit.  It was at this point that I noticed that he was grunting and retracting and basically having some trouble breathing.  It was not happening consistently but I was still concerned so I had the nurse call the neonatal team to check him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After examining him, taking blood and hooking him up to some monitors they decided that his oxygenation was not as good as they would have liked so they wanted to take him to the NICU.  They also thought that he might have an infection or meconium in his lungs so he was put on antibiotics and oxygen and placed in a little plastic box (isolet). Having him taken from me at only four hours old was probably the most painful thing I have ever experienced.  This little person that I had been carrying around for nine months, who I had been finally introduced to that day, was being ripped from my arms.  I know it was only to make sure that he was well cared for and healthy but I felt like my heart was being carved out of my chest.  I would have gladly endured a longer more painful labor if it would have meant that he could have stayed with me. Thankfully, he was not doing too bad and didn’t need a ventilator but he was on high pressure oxygen to keep his oxygen saturations above 95%.  During this first day in the NICU he was also very sensitive to any kind of stimulation.  Even the littlest touch would cause his heart rate to sky rocket and his oxygen levels to plummet.  Because of this I was not even able to even comfort him or let him know that I was there for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening my father and my mother-in-law arrived from South Carolina.  The trip had been planned for a while and it was just a weird coincidence that they arrived the same day he was born.  They came up to the hospital and we took them up to see him and then they went back to our place to settle in.  I was allowed to stay in the hospital for 2 nights so that I could be closer to him.  I was pumping every two hours around the clock to help stimulate my milk production and spending as much time as I could with him but it was difficult when I was not able to hold him.  Wednesday night everyone came up to the hospital and we played games and ate Chinese food in their valiant effort to take my mind off my new baby that was so isolated from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday I finally began getting some milk when I was pumping.  I was so excited that I could at least give him this that would help him get stronger.  That afternoon the doctor said that in the morning I could try breastfeeding.  So Thursday morning I was up in the NICU at 9am to try breastfeeding again.  I was overjoyed to be able to hold him against my skin, to comfort him and make sure he felt secure and loved.  The first several times we had to leave on all the monitors and the nasal cannula which made it more difficult but he still did terrific. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday afternoon I had to check out of the hospital and head home.  My friends and family planned a big welcome home dinner.  I was so appreciative that they would do this for me (and even clean up afterwards) but I felt really guilty for being home and not being at the hospital with Sebastian.  We did have a good time though and all through the night I was going back to the hospital every 2-3 hours to feed him.  Sometime I stayed between feedings and other times I went home to get a little sleep.  Finally on Friday we got the all clear from his doctor to disconnect all the monitors, except the oxygen monitor, and the remove the supplemental oxygen and let him nurse. During the nursing sessions his oxygen levels actually got better and so by Friday night he was off the oxygen all together and being moved to the ‘growing room’ which is basically for babies who are not longer sick and just waiting for the finally okay to be sent home.  I was back and forth to the hospital all Friday night and finally on Saturday morning he got the all clear to go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-2642156463980664510?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/2642156463980664510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=2642156463980664510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/2642156463980664510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/2642156463980664510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2008/05/pregnancy-and-birth-story.html' title='Pregnancy and Birth Story'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-6723875215253890453</id><published>2008-05-13T22:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:35:54.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FInally Done!!!</title><content type='html'>I am finally done with medical school. I am now officially an M.D.  It is kind of surreal.  Well I should have a little bit more time to blog now and I have 2 or 3 that I have been waiting to write, so those should be coming in the next couple of days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-6723875215253890453?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/6723875215253890453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=6723875215253890453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/6723875215253890453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/6723875215253890453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally-done.html' title='FInally Done!!!'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994823722337219128.post-1702388678952940008</id><published>2008-03-23T14:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T14:58:20.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>I have finally decided to get my act together and do something with my website.  I decided for now the best(?), easiest(?) thing to do would be to keep a blog.  I don't have a great track record on my other blogs (myspace, yahoo 360) of posting regularly but I am going to do better with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should start with a little information about myself.  I am a twenty something wife, mother, doggy momma, medical student and MBA student.  I have a wonderful, brilliant, creative, caring and down right sexy husband, &lt;a href="http://www.brianhamilton.com"&gt;Brian&lt;/a&gt;.  About five weeks ago I gave birth to the most beautiful little boy, &lt;a href="http://www.sebastianhamilton.com"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/a&gt;.  He is growing so fast it is hard to keep up.  We have a gorgeous Flat Coated Retriever named &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v449/flatcoatedlover/Lucy/f9afc023.jpg"&gt;Lucy&lt;/a&gt;  who we are trying not to neglect too much while we adjust to life with a baby in the house.  I am in the home stretch of my clinical rotations and will be completing my Doctorate of Medicine in 7 weeks and will graduate from &lt;a href="http://www.stmatthews.edu"&gt;St. Matthews University School of Medicine&lt;/a&gt; on May 3rd, 2008.  I am also working on an MBA at &lt;a href="http://www.davenport.edu"&gt;Davenport University&lt;/a&gt; and hope to complete it by December.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994823722337219128-1702388678952940008?l=kelahamilton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/feeds/1702388678952940008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994823722337219128&amp;postID=1702388678952940008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/1702388678952940008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994823722337219128/posts/default/1702388678952940008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelahamilton.blogspot.com/2008/03/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>kelahamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15387189232935913422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-fTTFMaYOI/TX52KnO-P7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fEfcz9hM73s/s220/IMG_8224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
