<?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-870520364303284164</id><updated>2011-09-10T22:07:22.213+10:00</updated><title type='text'>~Getting it Together~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-476055159362069889</id><published>2011-03-19T21:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T21:08:11.281+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, one other new thing.</title><content type='html'>Puppies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lLcuWWMPwXk/TYSGT6AeDlI/AAAAAAAABfc/kop206fyDaA/s1600/DSCF7432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lLcuWWMPwXk/TYSGT6AeDlI/AAAAAAAABfc/kop206fyDaA/s320/DSCF7432.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LVeegifMkGE/TYSG5wpihUI/AAAAAAAABfk/eaeyn5I9ohI/s1600/DSCF7448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LVeegifMkGE/TYSG5wpihUI/AAAAAAAABfk/eaeyn5I9ohI/s320/DSCF7448.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rVn4wO_FnAI/TYSHOyuczhI/AAAAAAAABfo/Guh--wbYaTQ/s1600/DSCF7450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rVn4wO_FnAI/TYSHOyuczhI/AAAAAAAABfo/Guh--wbYaTQ/s320/DSCF7450.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so four or five weeks ago we got a couple of dachshund dogs. Evie turns 4 in July and Greta turns 2 in June. They come from a loving home which sadly wasn't appropriate for them anymore. Luckily for them and us, we do have a home that is appropriate for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are a real joy to have around the place. They enjoy a full speed run around the back yard with me and regular cuddles on the chair with Stacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect to see the girls in many of our photos in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-476055159362069889?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/476055159362069889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-one-other-new-thing.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/476055159362069889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/476055159362069889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-one-other-new-thing.html' title='Oh, one other new thing.'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lLcuWWMPwXk/TYSGT6AeDlI/AAAAAAAABfc/kop206fyDaA/s72-c/DSCF7432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-7943253955603219644</id><published>2011-03-14T19:23:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T10:15:18.559+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello out there.</title><content type='html'>Ummm, so its been a while and there has been a lot going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Christmas&lt;br /&gt;- Liz in town&lt;br /&gt;- House drama&lt;br /&gt;- A New Hope&lt;br /&gt;- Return of the Dave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We had the Neild family Christmas over at our place this year. Charolais' head chef Stacy got some big plans for the menu for the day and the resident sous chef struggled to enact the vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0HofzPgUR0/TX3o64NmYNI/AAAAAAAAAqU/YNkahTxNKew/s1600/DSCF7403.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583875211228766418" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0HofzPgUR0/TX3o64NmYNI/AAAAAAAAAqU/YNkahTxNKew/s320/DSCF7403.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6bFd8GWvDHw/TX3pudXzEOI/AAAAAAAAAqc/L-XqUnONcAk/s1600/DSCF7406.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583876097376981218" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6bFd8GWvDHw/TX3pudXzEOI/AAAAAAAAAqc/L-XqUnONcAk/s320/DSCF7406.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 240px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some success. It was a enjoyable Christmas at home this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- For a few weeks in January child super star and close friend of Stacy, Liz White squeezed us into her global book signing tour schedule. She visited during a period of near constant rain and we all had a very nice time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz spent a lot of time investigating various Australian treatment options for Stacy and we watched a bunch of movies. We may have also eaten a lot of fancy breakfasts. We love Liz and it was great to have her here. There were plenty of tears and smiles, its the usual way with Stacy and Liz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best photo possible during December and January in Brisbane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWdkYqQ9so/TX3s-WfutVI/AAAAAAAAAqs/XT9mghD9ktw/s1600/rain.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583879668943992146" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRWdkYqQ9so/TX3s-WfutVI/AAAAAAAAAqs/XT9mghD9ktw/s320/rain.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 214px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a photo of Stacy and Liz that always makes me giggle a little.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BkoHOXXz2zw/TX3w8kwWOsI/AAAAAAAAAq0/CbBjNQKA2VE/s1600/DSCF2294.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583884036458560194" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BkoHOXXz2zw/TX3w8kwWOsI/AAAAAAAAAq0/CbBjNQKA2VE/s320/DSCF2294.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In February the people who own the house we rent, and love, needed to sell it. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JmCAjOl8xfE/TX3yBuFB4pI/AAAAAAAAAq8/2LZSUpRpp8Q/s1600/DSCF7412.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583885224372200082" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JmCAjOl8xfE/TX3yBuFB4pI/AAAAAAAAAq8/2LZSUpRpp8Q/s320/DSCF7412.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was not a good thing for us as we are really feeling very comfortable here and the house hunting process is particularly arduous for us given our specific criteria. For two weeks there was some serious scrambling going on with various ideas proposed and pursued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outcome is that our parents and our good friends purchased the house and we are now going to rent it from them. Outrageous! A spectacular solution that seems to leave everyone involved in a advantageous position. Yeah family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We are doing something new from a medical perspective. Liz came across a new avenue to pursue during her investigation of Lyme disease in Australia. We have been working in conjunction with a doctor on the Sunshine Coast to pursue the this new option.&lt;br /&gt;I think this probably requires a whole post of its own so stand by for that one. If you want to do some general reading then these are some options.&lt;br /&gt;http://bacteriality.com/about-the-mp/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ilads.org/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll add a lay version of all this soon, honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The big Dog, the man of the mountain,  Dave Frey Senior is in town and living the dream. He has spent plenty of time in the kitchen, plenty of time in the garden and plenty of time making Stacy laugh. We've been loving it and feel very blessed that Dave is able to stay for a couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is some of the big stuff that has been happening over the last few months. Sorry for the lack of posting. I haven't wanted to write as a lot of the time my frame of mind hasn't been at positive as I want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are very hard for us at the moment. Getting through our days is hard and getting harder. Stacy's condition is progressing and she is experiencing fairly consistent pain and discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been really great to start working on this new medical idea. Despite the fact that it is challenging Stacy's body and generating some of her discomfort the fact that we are doing something is providing some emotional buoyancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righto, i'll write more frequently. We love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Stacy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-7943253955603219644?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/7943253955603219644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello-out-there.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/7943253955603219644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/7943253955603219644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello-out-there.html' title='Hello out there.'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02691927679159559270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0HofzPgUR0/TX3o64NmYNI/AAAAAAAAAqU/YNkahTxNKew/s72-c/DSCF7403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-2791758022039991637</id><published>2010-11-14T21:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T21:23:45.071+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Sky 10s</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TN-0CBKsohI/AAAAAAAABeI/lVgpSqqwTVo/s1600/BigSky10s+538.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TN-0CBKsohI/AAAAAAAABeI/lVgpSqqwTVo/s320/BigSky10s+538.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A special day in the sun for our friends and family - the 2010 incarnation of the best fund raising Frisbee tournament this side of the Big Sky state herself. Big Sky 10s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TN-2ElRtgSI/AAAAAAAABeM/H-AbRnrmj-Y/s1600/BigSky10s+351.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TN-2ElRtgSI/AAAAAAAABeM/H-AbRnrmj-Y/s320/BigSky10s+351.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The shade tent by field 3 where Stacy spent much of the day hanging out with friends and occasionally checking out some Frisbee action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TN-3xUwtLaI/AAAAAAAABeQ/_kYuJcAOIj0/s1600/BigSky10s+335.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TN-3xUwtLaI/AAAAAAAABeQ/_kYuJcAOIj0/s320/BigSky10s+335.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was excellent to spend the day with all my Frisbee mates, including the 20 or so friends who traveled up from Newcastle, Sydney, Canberra and Melbourne to play on the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TN-6b9WE7zI/AAAAAAAABeU/EZSoadQw990/s1600/BigSky10s+487.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TN-6b9WE7zI/AAAAAAAABeU/EZSoadQw990/s320/BigSky10s+487.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TN-7OywnibI/AAAAAAAABeY/Y1Ic76ZSl08/s1600/BigSky10s+424.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TN-7OywnibI/AAAAAAAABeY/Y1Ic76ZSl08/s200/BigSky10s+424.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was plenty of great action on the fields during the day. Thankfully the good guys won and Stacy's All Stars kept hold of the Big Sky trophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TN--m5olrtI/AAAAAAAABec/1xzh81amq5g/s1600/BigSky10s+563.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TN--m5olrtI/AAAAAAAABec/1xzh81amq5g/s320/BigSky10s+563.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event was another sensational success on many different levels. Stacy and I feel so appreciative of the wonderful community that we are surrounded by. Particular mention needs to go to the masterminds of the event, Sandra, Gen, Tony and Mat.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TN_EcjOmgsI/AAAAAAAABeo/s6Zxb-oL9Uo/s1600/BigSky10s+564.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TN_EcjOmgsI/AAAAAAAABeo/s6Zxb-oL9Uo/s200/BigSky10s+564.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TN_CUuGmMAI/AAAAAAAABeg/j_7fCDXOLMk/s1600/BigSky10s+471.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TN_CUuGmMAI/AAAAAAAABeg/j_7fCDXOLMk/s200/BigSky10s+471.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TN_DeJzT5OI/AAAAAAAABek/IJhcEkfNNTM/s1600/BigSky10s+509.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TN_DeJzT5OI/AAAAAAAABek/IJhcEkfNNTM/s200/BigSky10s+509.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not able to capture the day appropriately through words, so I'm hopeful some photos from my good friend Hannah will be great for those who couldn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day to remember. Thank you to everyone who contributed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-2791758022039991637?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/2791758022039991637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/11/big-sky-10s.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/2791758022039991637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/2791758022039991637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/11/big-sky-10s.html' title='Big Sky 10s'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TN-0CBKsohI/AAAAAAAABeI/lVgpSqqwTVo/s72-c/BigSky10s+538.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-651609650529848734</id><published>2010-10-10T20:00:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T12:30:16.300+10:00</updated><title type='text'>More pesky angels</title><content type='html'>Stacy and I went and watched a movie this week. Stacy enjoyed the Eat, Pray, Love novel when she read it a couple of years ago. As the movie is now available to be enjoyed in living colour we decided to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we cruised out of the theater into a bustling Friday night we ran into our mates Stu and Maylin. Stu was talking in a jolly English accent and gnawing on a big fat US burger, May was weathering the wet conditions with expected grace and charm, despite having a hand dipping into a large and incharge bowl of chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stu looked relieved that it wasn't him exiting Eat, Pray, Love and I don't think he'll be heading out to get the book after we finished talking about it.We hit the road and Maylin hit the chips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next afternoon Mr and Mrs Neild  Senior were over and we were all dusting and tidying our little hearts out. It was a very productive afternoon, yeah, cleaning! Mid way through the afternoon Dad came back in from a run to the bin with a special delivery package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TLGNrKyr4tI/AAAAAAAABdo/2U1DnEFjMcw/s1600/DSCF7373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TLGNrKyr4tI/AAAAAAAABdo/2U1DnEFjMcw/s320/DSCF7373.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TLGN3a1dzcI/AAAAAAAABds/a-7V-mh-AEQ/s1600/DSCF7380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TLGN3a1dzcI/AAAAAAAABds/a-7V-mh-AEQ/s320/DSCF7380.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'Eat' part was on Stu and May last night. What a great Saturday afternoon gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so loved and supported by all our friends, and the kindness that comes flowing our way is really important to our continued healthy state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its impossible for us to record all the beautiful moments of consideration that we experience however every now and then its great to celebrate publicly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything you give to us folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Stacy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-651609650529848734?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/651609650529848734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/10/more-pesky-angles.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/651609650529848734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/651609650529848734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/10/more-pesky-angles.html' title='More pesky angels'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TLGNrKyr4tI/AAAAAAAABdo/2U1DnEFjMcw/s72-c/DSCF7373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-1197243784711950241</id><published>2010-10-08T22:45:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T22:49:16.690+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Sky 10</title><content type='html'>Over 4 hectic weeks in late 2009 our extended Brisbane family planned, prepared and delivered 3 separate and fantastic fund raising events. Stacy's Starlight mates organised a themed trivia night which you can read about in the following blog post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starlight - http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-weekend.html &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy's 21 year old adopted little sister Liela put on a fun run in the Roma St parklands that was enjoyed by around 200 people. There is a reflection in the link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Run and Big Sky 9s - http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/11/guest-bloggermike.html &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kicking it all off on the last weekend in October last year our Frisbee friends, Mat, Sandra, Gen and Tony coordinated Big Sky 9s, a single day frisbee tournament including roughly 150 frisbee players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a spectacular month of community support. Stacy and I felt so loved at the time, and continue to feel loved now. The money raised allowed us to take our recent big trip over to the States to visit Stacy's family and the spend 8 weeks receiving treatment in Reno. We also went on a couple of cheeky trips and upgraded the 6 year old $150 second hand TV we owned.&amp;nbsp; Excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one year later now and the Frisbee community is coming together again to celebrate and support Stacy in her battle. Big Sky 10 will be run on October 30th this year. There are already over 100 Frisbee players registered on 12 teams with more to register in the mext few weeks. The Gap Soccer club grounds are getting plenty of rain which will hopefully cooperate and not rain on Saturday the 30th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend heading over to the Big Sky blog to check out all the info and it's worth scrolling down a bit to see a few photos from last year.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;http://bigsky10s.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our non frisbee friends are invited to come on the day and enjoy the action, there will also be a social function later in the evening at the club house next to the fields which everyone is welcome to attend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the heavy planning and organising is being done by the Gen, Sandra, Mat and Tony, 3 of these folks are playing in the tournament on the Stacy's All Stars team.&amp;nbsp; Consequently there are some administrative tasks that will need to be completed on the day that Gen could use a hand with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a call for our mates who wont be playing on the day to contribute if they would like. I understand the kind of things that could be helped with are raffle type stuff (in the lead up as well as on the day), collecting team fees and registration on the morning of the tournament, other general admin gear - i'm really to sure. Gen however is sure and would, i'm sure, appreciate some help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to get involved the send Gen an email or give her a call on g.healy@sph.uq.edu.au, 0401 889 453&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy and I are getting really excited for Big Sky 10s (maybe me a little more than Stace) and we hope to see many of you on the day to enjoy the action and support Stacy's All Stars in our bid to defend the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TK8TC8GruUI/AAAAAAAABdk/JvntgfEfmSg/s1600/DSCF7370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TK8TC8GruUI/AAAAAAAABdk/JvntgfEfmSg/s320/DSCF7370.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-1197243784711950241?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/1197243784711950241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-sky-10.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/1197243784711950241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/1197243784711950241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-sky-10.html' title='Big Sky 10'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TK8TC8GruUI/AAAAAAAABdk/JvntgfEfmSg/s72-c/DSCF7370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-8044456655656220847</id><published>2010-10-05T20:01:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T12:30:47.315+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pesky angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TKr1Pa_srZI/AAAAAAAABdU/459kCPDPi38/s1600/DSCF7355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TKr1Pa_srZI/AAAAAAAABdU/459kCPDPi38/s320/DSCF7355.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TKr1eUaSfOI/AAAAAAAABdY/QJ217oLBb1Y/s1600/DSCF7356.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TKr1eUaSfOI/AAAAAAAABdY/QJ217oLBb1Y/s320/DSCF7356.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TKr1zBehlpI/AAAAAAAABdc/iFhNVt092ds/s1600/DSCF7359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TKr1zBehlpI/AAAAAAAABdc/iFhNVt092ds/s320/DSCF7359.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TKr2E6SAJJI/AAAAAAAABdg/iX_QqcgO8xg/s1600/DSCF7362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TKr2E6SAJJI/AAAAAAAABdg/iX_QqcgO8xg/s320/DSCF7362.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There they go again, just storming in without asking, like they own the place.&lt;br /&gt;Rearranging furniture, spit polishing all the shiny things that have gone dull.&lt;br /&gt;Piecing together all the broken parts with wads of celestial chewing gum and golden thread.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you these angels are pesky ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-8044456655656220847?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/8044456655656220847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/10/pesky-angles.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/8044456655656220847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/8044456655656220847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/10/pesky-angles.html' title='Pesky angels'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TKr1Pa_srZI/AAAAAAAABdU/459kCPDPi38/s72-c/DSCF7355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-2406800273773178566</id><published>2010-10-03T23:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T23:28:23.089+10:00</updated><title type='text'>How are you really doing?</title><content type='html'>Many people have been asking me 'how are you?' I say, 'good thanks' and we move on with our day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality is different however and I thought despite how hard it is I should tell you how I'm really doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I don't say to you all when you ask me how its all going are:&lt;br /&gt;Today like everyday at the moment is a struggle to get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having MND is like being in a glass coffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see what is going on in the world but I cant participate. Mike and I have all this time on our hands which I would normally fill with activities like sending emails or organising the house, doing craft, etc except my hands don't work. As a result I have all this time and all these things to do but I cant do them. I used to participate in life and now I feel like a spectator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine how frustrating that would be. My voice doesn't work as well as it used to so sometimes people don't understand me. It is now hard to hang out with friends or call people over in the states as talking on the phone is difficult. Not being able to express myself as quickly and clearly as I want to makes me feel a bit cut off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is impossible for people to understand what my days are like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still get out of bed everyday and go out into the world. I still laugh at funny things and definitely haven't lost my ability to enjoy tasty food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how are we doing really? As good as we can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-2406800273773178566?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/2406800273773178566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-are-you-really-doing.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/2406800273773178566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/2406800273773178566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-are-you-really-doing.html' title='How are you really doing?'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-5565074233776960557</id><published>2010-09-26T00:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T00:56:27.586+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooth moving</title><content type='html'>I'm bloging from the old couch in the new pad, and we are pretty happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The move was a special event. On site we had the big Outdoor Living truck, the little Outdoor Living truck, the Ross family ute, Smithy's big yellow van and a fleet of back seats and boot spaces. Additionally Stacy and I were joined by 24 fired up friends and family for the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a thing of beauty, the only way to move house. Our first helper Richard was on the job from roughly 9:45am and the whole house was empty and locked up just prior to noon. It was great to be able to allocate people to single area or job and let them run the show. Stacy had some significantly more competent help with packing than I can provide, and we had the bodies on hand to get the oversized couch out and over the rail without too much drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The receiving end team worked wonders with maps of proposed furniture lay out, name tags and a great lunch spread ready when the worked shifted over to the new house. By the time Stacy and I arrived at our new home the lounge room was set up down to DVD's in the case, the books were quickly filling up the book case, the kitchen was set up and Mat and Al were still working on reconstructing the futon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential loose moments from the day where when the neighbour's washing machine made it all the way to the ramp of the truck before being picked up as an impostor, and Graham's various attempts to climb out of the fairly challenging Crawford St driveway in the tricky ODL ute on a wet Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a great effort and the whole operation including plenty of unpacking, ute and truck returns and lunch lasted around 5 hours. Thank you very much to everyone who got involved on the day, you helped take a lot of the pain out of what is usually a highly unenjoyable experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures and videos to come once Stacy is happy with the final decorative touches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Stacy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-5565074233776960557?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/5565074233776960557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/09/smooth-moving.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/5565074233776960557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/5565074233776960557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/09/smooth-moving.html' title='Smooth moving'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-983346482379851527</id><published>2010-09-16T16:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T16:22:18.428+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving and quality messages</title><content type='html'>In the last week we have received some excellent email and facebook messages. Thank you very much to those folks who have poured their thoughts and feelings out to us. It has been very touching, tears on the couch on more than one occasion this week. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now enough of that we need some boxes moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got the word today that we can get the keys this Saturday for our new pad. We are very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have the Outdoor Living fleet scrambled and ready for Sunday morning. What we need now are bodies and brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are available we would appreciate your help on Sunday morning. The plan is to meet at our house - 15 Crawford St, Ashgrove at 10am. Load up the trucks and head over to the new pad. we might fire up some lunch/afternoon tea after that and then go ahead enjoy our life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me the heads up if you are planning on getting involved. 0413 419 274, big_bad_sasquatch@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-983346482379851527?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/983346482379851527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/09/moving-and-quality-messages.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/983346482379851527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/983346482379851527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/09/moving-and-quality-messages.html' title='Moving and quality messages'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-1621047878749464622</id><published>2010-09-11T18:44:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T19:14:18.058+10:00</updated><title type='text'>"Nothing to say"</title><content type='html'>Today Stacy and I went out to lunch at a cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch is a good thing however it has changed over the last year. I wonder if you can imagine the experience of going to a public restaurant to enjoy a meal without the ability to walk to the table, pull your chair in, lift or hold the fork or wipe away the extra ranch dressing from the corner of your mouth. I don't think I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reality of Stacy's dining experience. It is a daily display of courage that I am regularly impressed by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at lunch we sat next to a couple who looked like they came out of a Sopranos style TV show set in Florida. Miami Sopranos - white pants on the man and woman, enough gold to get the job done and a relaxed authoritative air. Late 50s/early 60s, sunglasses, you with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had ordered and before our food had arrived Mr. Soprano Miami came over and jammed a crisp 50 into my hand. "Nothing to say, nothing to say" was what he said as he left my hand and the $50 note intertwined. "How are you sweetheart?" he said as he touched Stacy's shoulder. "Good thank you, thank you for that." Stacy replied."Enjoy your lunch" said the Aspley mafia man. They soon drove off giving us a jovial and friendly honk from their white Mercedes-Benz, it matched the pants nicely.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its was really good. Kindness and consideration, we can't get enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most enjoyable aspects of the experience was the contrast to our meal time interaction with Jeff in Reno (see 'Anybody can run on a fine day' from July). US Jeff talked to us for 20 plus minutes about his medical experiences, he spoke of healthy state of mind, affirmative language and a continued competitive attitude. It made us feel positive and supported. Aussie 'Aspley mafia' injected himself into our day for 20 seconds with a $50 note and a robust caring word. He made us feel positive and supported. Nothing to say, and yet so much communicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so wonderful being on the receiving end of peoples consideration and generosity. I have the feeling though that it is also excellent for people to experience the everyday courage that is Stacy eating lunch at a cafe.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope all is well with our friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Stacy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-1621047878749464622?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/1621047878749464622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/09/nothing-to-say.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/1621047878749464622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/1621047878749464622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/09/nothing-to-say.html' title='&quot;Nothing to say&quot;'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-8646028462890975464</id><published>2010-09-03T23:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:27:36.530+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Well hello</title><content type='html'>G'day folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for bullet point format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Montana was excellent. Really good to spend time with Dave, Steph and plenty of friends. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are home from the states. It is great to be in our old apartment, we love this place. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our old apartment is getting old, too many stairs, not enough patio, you know how it is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have found a new place which we think will be great. It is flat with no steps from the garage into the house, and from the house out onto the patio and the yard. It is big with 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms and a couple of living spaces. Plenty of space for visitors, check your passports people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are continuing with the home-care aspect of the treatment from the clinic. Stacy gets 5 or 6 injections a day from nurse Neild here, as well as a battery of oral medicine. The injections particularly are getting old quickly, however they are hopefully working away at resetting Stacy's immune system.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Times are getting harder emotionally for us however we are made of stern stuff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lots of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Stacy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-8646028462890975464?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/8646028462890975464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/09/well-hello.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/8646028462890975464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/8646028462890975464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/09/well-hello.html' title='Well hello'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-4759269852120930380</id><published>2010-08-07T16:10:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T16:10:09.795+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin' on, movin' up.</title><content type='html'>It is clearly time to write with an update as people are beginning to send emails asking if things are ok. Excuse the tardiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Reno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited Lake Tahoe and Virginia City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TFzlSNjNH1I/AAAAAAAABak/uMXJ4RBpr6c/s1600/DSCF7274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TFzlSNjNH1I/AAAAAAAABak/uMXJ4RBpr6c/s320/DSCF7274.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TFzlcIXKtbI/AAAAAAAABas/VRV26OCjOok/s1600/DSCF7272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TFzlcIXKtbI/AAAAAAAABas/VRV26OCjOok/s200/DSCF7272.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; 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Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy got a lot of injections, but kept on smiling, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TFzstHUiwuI/AAAAAAAABbM/RsIs9QsAk5g/s1600/DSCF7303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TFzstHUiwuI/AAAAAAAABbM/RsIs9QsAk5g/s200/DSCF7303.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TFzs5dmT15I/AAAAAAAABbU/ZiQQTQmpHaw/s1600/DSCF7307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TFzs5dmT15I/AAAAAAAABbU/ZiQQTQmpHaw/s200/DSCF7307.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TFzwyb3EsvI/AAAAAAAABcM/JQ5Q9EYVGKo/s1600/P7232093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TFzwyb3EsvI/AAAAAAAABcM/JQ5Q9EYVGKo/s320/P7232093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you would expect Stacy made as many good impressions at the clinic as she did facebook friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now back in Montana resting up and preparing for the trip home. Relaxing on the deck, hanging out with friends, rehabilitating small animals and driving fast cars. You know how it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TFzySJvJL_I/AAAAAAAABck/79a2vwUImfs/s1600/P7262101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TFzySJvJL_I/AAAAAAAABck/79a2vwUImfs/s320/P7262101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TFzxl6QU6HI/AAAAAAAABcU/sDIyzreq2bY/s1600/P7262099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TFzxl6QU6HI/AAAAAAAABcU/sDIyzreq2bY/s320/P7262099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TFzzTBzNrVI/AAAAAAAABc0/_J6rdrf6D1g/s1600/DSCF7335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TFzzTBzNrVI/AAAAAAAABc0/_J6rdrf6D1g/s320/DSCF7335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TFzxzxcUU2I/AAAAAAAABcc/HIYw-Ztjk4g/s1600/P7312107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TFzxzxcUU2I/AAAAAAAABcc/HIYw-Ztjk4g/s320/P7312107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TFzya2KK89I/AAAAAAAABcs/v0KnkYC7vn0/s1600/P8012114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TFzya2KK89I/AAAAAAAABcs/v0KnkYC7vn0/s320/P8012114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are heading home to Australia on the 11th of August - next week. We have mixed feelings about heading home as we will miss all the very important people over here in the states. I don't think we are able to sum up this trip easily and it will take some time for everything that has happened to download and make sense. We are hopeful&amp;nbsp;that Stacy's condition will improve with the ongoing treatment as we&amp;nbsp;wait along with all of you to see what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for all the love and support that has been sent our way, it makes a great difference to our days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to our next adventure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TFz2Dib_emI/AAAAAAAABdE/SE1IA_Vf8B0/s1600/DSCF7343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TFz2Dib_emI/AAAAAAAABdE/SE1IA_Vf8B0/s400/DSCF7343.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-4759269852120930380?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/4759269852120930380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/08/movin-on-movin-up.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/4759269852120930380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/4759269852120930380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/08/movin-on-movin-up.html' title='Movin&apos; on, movin&apos; up.'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TFzlSNjNH1I/AAAAAAAABak/uMXJ4RBpr6c/s72-c/DSCF7274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-5641703171020664927</id><published>2010-07-19T10:11:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T10:48:22.930+10:00</updated><title type='text'>'Anybody can run on a fine day'</title><content type='html'>Despite the set backs, regardless of the obstacles, and in the face of what almost feels like systemic, organised resistance Stacy and I have finally found a good non-chain breakfast restaurant. Oh yeah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stone House Cafe is a top notch little restaurant with great food, relaxed garden style setting and apparently divinely inspired customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having a great meal there last week, this morning we headed back out to the cafe with Deb for a Sunday morning breakfast. Excellent. After we sat down and ordered we noticed a couple of blokes who had finished their meal a few tables over. I noticed them because the waiter said "hang loose and enjoy the shade fellas". Sweet US vocab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered and enjoyed, relaxed, slowly savoured our meal and soaked up the excellent Sunday morning - being outside has become an appreciated novelty for us after nearly two months sitting in the clinic getting treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had finished eating one of the blokes from the 'hang loose' table made his way over to our table and asked if he could sit down. Jeff introduced himself and said that he noticed that Stacy is a bit ill at the moment. Jeff is a 50 year old Reno local who works as a photographer. He has eyeglasses and likes to wear a baseball hat on his Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While talking to Jeff we found out that he had Lyme disease and ten years ago he experienced a range of symptoms similar to Stacy's current condition. He said that he saw us walk in and it reminded him of the way he used to walk around. He lost his voice and his ability to swallow effectively at the height of his symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Jeff was a healthy looking and highly functioning breakfast eating human. He really wanted to come over and tell Stacy that she needs to continue fighting, believing and participating in her treatment. She can get her solution and she can be healthy again. Jeff was a marathon runner and a firefighter and he said during his illness his mantra became that "anybody can run on a fine day". I took this to mean that its the people who keep running when the wind blows up and the rain sets in who make a difference in the world. Jeff told Stacy that its not firemen who follow their training and fight fires who are heroes, its Stacy who keeps battling everyday, and insists on living her life and eating her cafe breakfast who is a hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really was a divine experience for us. We are very grateful to Jeff for coming over and injecting himself and his story into our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking back to the car Stacy said to me "Maybe that was God saying shut up and start believing". Meeting Jeff was a great influence on Stacy and gave a real boost to all of us as we move towards the next phase of our treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great breakfast. Loved it. Independent restaurants people, the way forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Stacy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-5641703171020664927?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/5641703171020664927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/07/anybody-can-run-on-fine-day.html#comment-form' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/5641703171020664927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/5641703171020664927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/07/anybody-can-run-on-fine-day.html' title='&apos;Anybody can run on a fine day&apos;'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-5012508852484095869</id><published>2010-07-15T13:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T13:29:11.979+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bailing out, digging deep, shaping up, battling on, pushing through and getting it together</title><content type='html'>G'day out there in Stacy land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all is well with you at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we are in Reno, Nevada. Not surprised are you, well I guess we aren't either. As I write we are at the end of our 7th week here in Reno attending the Sierra Integrative Medical Center. We will complete this week of treatment and then decide how much of next week we will spend down here. Yesterday we thought it would only be a couple of days of next week however after today we may be looking at the whole week. The situation in regards to duration of treatment has been in flux for the last month or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a rough day, however that isn't totally representative of our time here. Whilst the overall experience has been tough most of the days themselves haven't been overly challenging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy's physical condition:&lt;br /&gt;Her blood seems to be much healthier, less immune hyperactivity, less dehydration and oxidative damage (related to chemicals in her body) to her red blood cells. Better liver function, however there is more improvement needed with this. Her allergic reactions seem to be much less active as well. Her recent vital capacity (lung function) test seemed to show that she is stable in this area - we will take stable, stable is just fine at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her speech and total body motor control seem to be continuing to progress in line with the last 18 months. It is hard for us to assess this really well, however we feel like most movement tasks are harder now than they were when we left home in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy's mental and emotional condition:&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a young man with a less than extensive experience in the world. Stacy is by far the bravest and toughest nut that I have met. She finds herself in an intensely painful and scary situation and yet she is constantly trying to protect the rest of us around her from the pain and fear. She fights much of the mental and emotional battle by herself. Stacy has never been shy to ask for help and is keen to share the load of the experience however she is constantly aware of protecting others as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday she encouraged me to buy a piece of pizza for a homeless man who she has seen wondering the streets of Reno. I was quite resistant to the idea though shyness or fear or something. I did however end up getting the pizza slice and drove over, found the man and gave him the dinner. He was very happy and appreciative. It really was a divine moment. Impossible to recapture through description, it was intensely emotional for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy is still a wonderful person despite the arduous nature of your life at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenge is harder now than it ever has been. We will continue to face it every day. We are hopeful for the next few months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy loves you all and hopes you are all making the most of your days. Send her some love in the comments here or on facebook or however you normally keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-5012508852484095869?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/5012508852484095869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/07/bailing-out-digging-deep-shaping-up.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/5012508852484095869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/5012508852484095869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/07/bailing-out-digging-deep-shaping-up.html' title='Bailing out, digging deep, shaping up, battling on, pushing through and getting it together'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-893742434684193905</id><published>2010-06-27T05:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T05:38:05.393+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Meld~</title><content type='html'>If I were french fries you would be ketchup.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a meat pie you would be my crust.&lt;br /&gt;You're the flip to my flop,&amp;nbsp; the ying to my yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my favorite part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people look a lifetime for what we have.&amp;nbsp; I love you more today then yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TCZWkNgaNaI/AAAAAAAABaM/MXgOzrkgImE/s1600/DSCF1986.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TCZWkNgaNaI/AAAAAAAABaM/MXgOzrkgImE/s320/DSCF1986.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-893742434684193905?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/893742434684193905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/06/mind-meld.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/893742434684193905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/893742434684193905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/06/mind-meld.html' title='Mind Meld~'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TCZWkNgaNaI/AAAAAAAABaM/MXgOzrkgImE/s72-c/DSCF1986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-344940105839867132</id><published>2010-06-25T15:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T15:20:11.807+10:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF - What The Fong.</title><content type='html'>That's What The 'Dr.' Fong for all of you who aren't in Reno with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon Debi was on a roll talking about when Stacy's cure from MND sets the neurological world on fire and she goes on to write a book about her experiences and then this book gets picked up by Hollywood and made into a feature film. Just quietly I think Debi liked Julia Roberts as a candidate to play her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy and I carried this on and were talking about who would play all the parts in the movie of her fight with Motor Neuron Disease - &lt;i&gt;Gambling in Reno, a high stakes medical adventure&lt;/i&gt;. The highlight of this is when we decided that the guy who plays the Asian gang boss type guy in 'The Hangover' would be best suited to play the head doctor here at the Medical Centre, Dr. Bruce Fong DO, HMD. WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the Fong?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of us for still having a great time and laughing about something everyday. We have had some hard days over the last year and a half, this week included however I don't think there has been a full day in which Stacy and I haven't been able to laugh together. Plenty of half days like that but maybe not any full days. We are blessed by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righto so here is what is going on. Stacy's blood test for Lyme disease came back last week and it was positive. This means that there is a bacteria infecting Stacy's cells that is very hard to kill and causes lots of problems. Many people at this clinic have Lyme disease. This clinic seems to have worked out a way to kill Lyme disease, we think they will do that for Stacy. This could be extremely good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things that have been identified are that she has some heavy metals in her body and a range of food and environmental allergies. The clinic also has a long history of successfully dealing with these issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her treatment at the moment continues to involve daily detox IVs at the clinic, plenty of oral supplements, a battery of subcutaneous and inter-muscular medicine injections delivered both at the clinic and by Dr. Neild at home. She is also continuing with 'the push' which is the nightly injection of medicine that induces some kind of major immune system reaction characterised by shivers and shakes, muscle tightness and intense ache and a fever. She also intermittently during the week does some massage, some lymphatic drainage therapy and some liver cleanse theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a new therapy on the horizon which they call neural therapy. This involves a series of acupuncture style (along meridian lines) injections of medicine into her lower back and legs. This is designed to open up the energy pathways for her legs and improve the ability of her nerves to synapse. It will involved around 100 subcutaneous injections during the session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The treatment continues to be hard work physically, emotionally and mentally. I've been working harder this week at being excited about the therapy rather than being skeptical of the therapy, its been good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theory that we are working with is that by dealing with all the imbalances that are present in Stacy's body - dissfuctional liver, hyperactive allergic reactions, confused immune system, heavy metals and Lyme disease - she will be in a good state of general health. Once all these blocks to healthy function are removed then her body will be given its best chance to holt or reverse the degeneration that she has experienced over the last 16 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently we haven't seen any signs of that reverse yet. We do believe that this clinic will be able to successfully deal with everything they have found. The Fonger hopes to see some clinical (functional) change before we leave in the next couple of weeks. We think that we are in the right place for this to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawnya has gone home to Great Falls. Shannon one of Stacy's college room mates, bridesmaids and general sister from another mister has come and gone. The presence of these intimate friends has been excellent. Thanks girls, nice work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that you have to put up with me writing instead of Stacy. She is still firing along with wonderful moments of Stacyness (caring for and encouraging the other patients at the clinic, achieving and verbalising moments of uplifting perspective, humorously negotiating and disarming the potentially embarrassing, uncomfortable and disheartening aspects of her daily life and making the people around her feel as though they are uniquely special and worthwhile) she just doesn't have the emotional energy available to write them up on this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love to you all. Keep it coming right back over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Stacy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-344940105839867132?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/344940105839867132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/06/wtf-what-fong.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/344940105839867132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/344940105839867132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/06/wtf-what-fong.html' title='WTF - What The Fong.'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-3190778251224910764</id><published>2010-06-14T13:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T13:36:24.256+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for an update</title><content type='html'>G'day folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Sunday evening after 2 and a half weeks here in Reno. It has been a pretty nice weekend. Unlike last Saturday this week Stacy woke up feeling pretty good and refreshed. We have had a couple of nice relaxing days enjoying the excellent weather, eating out and resting up. Stacy has punched a 2 top quality afternoon naps, we think they are pretty important for her to catch up on the week of treatment action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At noon today the T Ray, Junior Klein, the sweetest young lady ever to come out of Great Falls high Tawnya Gilchrist arrived in town. Tawnya is Stacy's great mate from back in the school days as is going to stay with us for a week and help ease the experience for us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TBWg_3AZAaI/AAAAAAAABZ4/CF9OZU3Sw90/s1600/DSCF5147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TBWg_3AZAaI/AAAAAAAABZ4/CF9OZU3Sw90/s320/DSCF5147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are excited to have Tawnya in town for the next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was a tiring week. We ramped up the treatment intensity which was hard on Stacy's body due to the induced fever reaction that she experienced nightly. We are still waiting for some test results to come back however we are getting into the rhythm of the treatment and expect a similar week this week. We still feel like there is value in the treatment and are hopeful that after we have survived our time here that Stacy's body will be able to do some healing on its own free from toxins, pathogens and whatever else is disrupting her cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the love and care that has been sent our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Best wishes, Stacy and Mike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TBWjIME2YSI/AAAAAAAABaA/2OZLIluQIfY/s1600/P8151375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TBWjIME2YSI/AAAAAAAABaA/2OZLIluQIfY/s320/P8151375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Now get out there and make a difference"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-3190778251224910764?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/3190778251224910764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-for-update.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/3190778251224910764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/3190778251224910764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-for-update.html' title='Time for an update'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/TBWg_3AZAaI/AAAAAAAABZ4/CF9OZU3Sw90/s72-c/DSCF5147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-8630363704577681999</id><published>2010-06-05T11:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T11:08:20.191+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Treatment - Day 7</title><content type='html'>G'day friends, family, fans and followers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Friday evening, the end of a week and the end of our 7th day of treatment at the SIMC in Reno. Overall we are going good, we've got one brave girl on our hands here people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few days of our treatment focused on detoxification of Stacy's body, with extra attention on her liver. It was also a time of testing - blood, excretions and lung function.&lt;br /&gt;Some results from this time are:&lt;br /&gt;-Stacy's Liver is not able to keep up with its filtering job, so her red blood cells and her plasma have accumulated various imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;-She has some small tube like bacteria in her blood called spirochetes. These are linked to a range of diseases - fire up google if you are keen. &lt;br /&gt;-Her immune system is not functioning effectively. In some aspects it is not reacting to destroy antigens as it should, and in other situation it is hyper sensitive to some antigens and is over reacting and wearing itself out creating a response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-There are still tests out for parasites, viruses and diseases. &lt;br /&gt;-Her vital capacity (functional lung volume) is at the same level as it was a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second phase of the treatment started yesterday and it is full on. At the end of each day of getting IV treatments, pro neural system and anti virus injections Stacy is given an injection of something that is designed to reset her immune system. It generates an intense fever that so far (2 nights) has only spiked as high as 102 degrees F, however we are only at Level 1 of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a pretty rough ride. It takes about 45mins from the time of injection to start and then it starts quick. So far it has been characterised by 45mins of extreme cold feelings coupled with body stiffness and shakes that rattle her teeth. Then it fires up a fever for about 2 hours that leaves her exhausted and sore. In the morning she is very stiff and moving is harder and more painful than usual. It is called the Push and most of the patients here get it. Stacy will have it everyday while she is here. At this stage we expect she will have 25 pushes over the next 4 and a half weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Stacy has never delivered a child however I get the sense it might sound something like the moans, groans and snapped instructions that we have heard over the last couple of evenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Push coupled with a range of detoxification techniques are designed to kill bacteria and infections, and reset her immune system so that it can find and recognise the cause of her MND symptoms and correct the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the plan at the moment and time will tell how effective it is for Stacy. Similar plans seem to be very effective for other people here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this excellent effort regarding the Great Falls fund raiser over at Cindy's blog. http://cindycieluch.com/blog/?p=4891&lt;br /&gt;Love your work Cindy, well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of Stacy's close mates are coming down one at a time to do some nursing. This is good, we've worked out that we can use one extra set of hands when it is one of Stacy's intimates who can get in on all the gritty aspects of our current situation. We are looking forward to visits from these girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said overall we are going good. We feel like we are doing something, and that something will be good for Stacy's body. Thanks for all the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Stacy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-8630363704577681999?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/8630363704577681999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/06/treatment-day-7.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/8630363704577681999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/8630363704577681999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/06/treatment-day-7.html' title='Treatment - Day 7'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-6977988031695005964</id><published>2010-05-27T16:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T16:21:29.820+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Speedy update.</title><content type='html'>Hello friends and family. Mike on the computer for an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a bit late at night for cheekiness and there are many topics to cover so I apologise in advance for the lack of creative prose. The plan is to dedicate full posts to the following, however in the interim here is what has been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Falls was pretty good. It was a higher intensity week then we are used to back in Brisbane due to the large number of people that we wanted to spend time with during the week. Consequently it was both very enjoyable and quite tiring. I think by the time we left for Nevada we were more tired than when we arrived after our 26 hour trip from Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks very much for all the folks who traveled to come and see us. We enjoyed all the meals, rides, chats, babies and quiet times on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fundraiser held on the 21st of May was a major event. I'm hesitant to define it by the number of people who came, amount of donated items, hours of preparation and funds raised as these amounts don't add up to the positive feeling and love that Stacy and I experienced from the event. It was a great success and we are very thankful to everyone who contributed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we flew down to Reno from Great Falls via Seattle. It was a pretty good trip, I think the last big trip was still in our memory so this little one didn't seem too bad. We have our rental car, we are in our hotel suite (both are good) and we are beginning to get our bearings in Reno. We arrived in at the hotel around 10:30pm and were up at 6am to make our first appointment at the clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we spent our day at the Sierra Integrated Medical Center. Our description of the day would have been fairly different depending on when you asked us. It feels a little unfair and inaccurate to report my feelings about the day and the clinic now as during the day I felt both more positive and more negative at different times about the whole thing. You can consider that as you read the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think we know much more about the big picture of our situation now than we did 24 hours ago. We have more information about some of the details however in terms of knowing how long we will be here, how likely we are to see a positive response for Stacy, what is going on inside Stacy's body we are still pretty much in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we drew a lot of blood and organised a really broad series of tests for that blood. Toxicity, chemical levels, lingering immunisation information, parasite existence, liver function, etc, etc. We did an evaluation of the energetic levels of Stacy's internal organs using key points (some word starting with 'M' should be here) on her hands and feet. We had a long consultation with the big wig Dr. Bruce Fong, D.O. H.M.D. Finally Stacy started some treatment which is standard for all patients at the center - an hour and half drip fluid that is designed to cleans the liver, and 2 injections that do some other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan at the center is to investigate what is happening in Stacy's body systems, to restore balance to her lymphatic, endocrine and immune systems and then see if in that process some negative factor that is damaging her body is removed. A bit of swinging in the dark really however with a condition in which the cause is unknown I guess there aren't many other options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are back in tomorrow for some more transfusions and injections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reno the town is full of restaurants, casinos and hotels, it is not overly pretty. It is however in a majestic setting. There are two very large snow covered peaks rearing up into the clouds close to town. Apparently the lifts only closed a couple of weeks ago and some people are still hiking up and skiing down, hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have some photos and plenty more stories to come. Sorry for the limited updates, Stace and I were saying tonight that just getting through the days are using up a lot of energy. We have had 3 pretty big days though - last day in GF, traveling, first day at the clinic. I hope that we will get into a routine soon. Liz does arrive in 2 days for the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks very much for all the facebook, email, phone and in person love community. It has been great, stand by for a post about one such communication that blew us away - paper airplanes and everything (i'll let the photos do the talking on that one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-6977988031695005964?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/6977988031695005964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/05/speedy-update.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/6977988031695005964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/6977988031695005964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/05/speedy-update.html' title='Speedy update.'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-4490406634426294478</id><published>2010-05-18T08:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T08:56:17.898+10:00</updated><title type='text'>We made it!</title><content type='html'>After 25 hours on the 'road' from Brisbane through LA, Salt Lake City, Great falls we made it to Chili's restaurant, and&amp;nbsp;found ourselves set up with margaritas and meals the size of our heads. U.S.A, U.S.A, U.S.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks very much to everyone who has sent us best wishes for our travels, it was nice to know so many people were thinking of and praying for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy travelled really well given the challenges involved. She even had to be shipped off like cargo on a 2 wheel trolley/dolly type number. If we had the face mask it would have been a sweet Hanibal Lecter moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept for almost 14 hours last night with a 4am wide awake hour in the middle. Today Stacy is getting around pretty well and we are happy with her energy levels. It is beautiful here in the Great Falls early summer. We are looking forward to quite a few long and lazy evenings on the freshly renovated back deck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elk burgers and Ceasars for dinner tonight - yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love to our extended family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-4490406634426294478?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/4490406634426294478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-made-it.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/4490406634426294478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/4490406634426294478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-made-it.html' title='We made it!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-4768662929589891245</id><published>2010-05-14T22:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:58:19.252+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What is going on.</title><content type='html'>G'day all, Mike here guest posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here with a general update and Stacy will be back with more from the tear jerking and inspiration collection soon. She gets all the good jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righto so the matriarch, the big momma, the lady in the red hair, Debi Frey has been in town for the last 4 weeks. It has been very good to have Deb on board helping out around the house and I'd say we are all in fairly good emotional condition. That might be speaking a bit out of line, however I'm going to keep a positive frame of mind on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are heading over to the states on the 16th of May (two days time) and we think the trip will be both very tiring and also fairly enjoyable. It will be a mixed trip with a visit to Montana to spend some time with family and friends, quickly followed by some time in Reno, Nevada at an alternative medicine clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the doctors and health professionals are quite concerned about us making this trip to the states on the grounds that Stacy's condition is progressing and she is moving into a stage where she will require regular assessment of her breathing and swallowing function. The reality is that if this trip was purely of a social nature we would probably have decided against it as it does pose a risk to Stacy's overall health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation is though that we feel the need to do some further investigation into the treatment of Stacy's condition. As such we are taking the risk of accelerating the progress of Stacy's decline against the potential good news we may find at this clinic in Nevada. Details about the clinic can be found at http://www.sierraintegrative.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy's incredible ability to synthesise frightening new information about her own mortality into her world view in order to make major life decisions is astounding. It took her around 26 hours to incorporate the information that a trip to the States for more than a month could be very dangerous to her health into her understanding of the world. She then considered the situation she found herself in, balanced the risks and made her decision. The brilliance of this is that once the decision was made we were back to enjoying our evening and living our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you make a decision and then continue to remake the same decision in the following days and weeks. This keeps you in a state of flux that inhibits your ability to live your life and enjoy the world. Stacy and I have learned how to make life changing decisions and then leave those decisions made so we can go out and enjoy an iced coffee in all its creamy deliciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mike I've worked it out, I can either stay here and die, or I can go over there and try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what movies are on tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are coming over to the states and we'll see what comes of it. One thing that we know will come of our trip to the states is a Montana sized fund-raiser: http://stacyneildbenefit.eikonproductions.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Stacy North America branch have been working overtime and it seems to us that a huge event is the direct result. We aren't really sure what will be involved with this benefit night, however we do know that Tawnya did her TV interview today, and that through the class of 2000 Great Falls High 10 year reunion facebook page the news of the benefit has gone viral - go bison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough out of me. I'm sure Stacy will be back here soon to share some insight about the beauty of life or something. She's sitting next to me reading some Steven King short stories so I'll be interested to see how she works that in with her blog theme of positive thinking and floating in oceans of faith while dreaming about running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the email love coming, we are both regularly buoyed by the beauty and eloquence of our friends and family.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-4768662929589891245?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/4768662929589891245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-is-going-on.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/4768662929589891245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/4768662929589891245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-is-going-on.html' title='What is going on.'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-5853942475029862952</id><published>2010-04-25T15:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T15:43:21.519+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Faith~</title><content type='html'>Just today I was discussing with Mike how I feel like my faith is wavering. I decided to come home from lunch and google search ALS miracles when I stumbled on this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Faith is a state of openness or trust. To have faith is to trust yourself to the water. When you swim you don't grab hold of the water, because if you do you will sink and drown. Instead you relax, and float. And the attitude of faith is the very opposite of clinging to belief, of holding on. In other words, a person who is fanatic in matters of religion, and clings to certain ideas about the nature of God and the universe, becomes a person who has no faith at all. Instead they are holding tight. But the attitude of faith is to let go, and become open to truth, whatever it might turn out to be."&lt;br /&gt;Alan Watts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sometimes faith finds you. I thought it was worth sharing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-5853942475029862952?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/5853942475029862952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/04/finding-faith.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/5853942475029862952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/5853942475029862952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/04/finding-faith.html' title='Finding Faith~'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-8555909816079938708</id><published>2010-04-14T17:07:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T17:09:16.149+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a dream~</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a dream, it was the most amazing dream the kind of dream were you know your dreaming but it feels so real.&amp;nbsp; I was in a city somewhere waiting for Mike, in my dream I knew I had MND but when Mike arrived we decided to walk home even though I knew I couldn't.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we began to walk I noticed that Mike wasn't helping me.&amp;nbsp; I realized I was walking on my own, no limp, no foot drag, no assistance.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't believe it, the sensation of walking was exhilarating, I began to cry, then run, then skip.&amp;nbsp; I spent&amp;nbsp; the rest of my dream walking back and forth on this invisible street in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so real, I half expected to be able to walk when I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/S8Vo8rzLGWI/AAAAAAAABY0/1280PjVuV0M/s1600/DSCF6569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/S8Vo8rzLGWI/AAAAAAAABY0/1280PjVuV0M/s320/DSCF6569.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I have this dream again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-8555909816079938708?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/8555909816079938708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-had-dream.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/8555909816079938708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/8555909816079938708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-had-dream.html' title='I had a dream~'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/S8Vo8rzLGWI/AAAAAAAABY0/1280PjVuV0M/s72-c/DSCF6569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-5794319548431756422</id><published>2010-03-25T09:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T09:38:23.452+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Update time~</title><content type='html'>So I realized it has been awhile since my last post, I'll fill you in on what's been happening.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanuatu was great however a little sad.&amp;nbsp; I am so used to being active on holidays it was hard for me not to be able to go hiking, snorkeling, cliff jumping ect.&amp;nbsp; I'm still working on catching my brain up on whats happening with my body.&amp;nbsp; Mike and I still enjoyed ourselves it was just different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Vanuatu we came home for a few days before heading to Sydney to pick up Liz who flew in from NY for a week.&amp;nbsp; We had a blast with her here, lots of laughs.&amp;nbsp; It makes such a difference to have a 3rd person to help out.&amp;nbsp; It was nice for Mike to have a few breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the plan?&amp;nbsp; Well unfortunately I am still progressing.&amp;nbsp; I have trouble typing so Mike usually scribes for me however at the moment he is sound asleep.&amp;nbsp; My walking is worse, I got my first wheelchair last week, it's red my favorite color, we only use it for big outings.&amp;nbsp; I'm trying to walk for as long as possible.&amp;nbsp; My speech is becoming a little slurry mostly when I'm tired.&amp;nbsp; All in all my body is falling apart however I'm doing pretty good staying sane.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The up side of MND is my mom is coming out in a couple weeks!&amp;nbsp; I can't wait.&amp;nbsp; At the moment Mike and I are looking for a new place to rent, the place we are in now has too many stairs.&amp;nbsp; We also have both decided&amp;nbsp; to no longer work.&amp;nbsp; We are not sure how much time we have left so we want to spend it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have made the decision to stay in Australia indefinitely however, we will head back to Montana for a few months in May.&amp;nbsp; Not looking forward to the trip over but I reckon being with my family for awhile will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally we are doing OK.&amp;nbsp; What Mike and I are going through is crazy something we never even thought to worry about, something most people don't have to deal with until they are old and gray.&amp;nbsp; I'd be lying if I said everyday isn't a constant struggle.&amp;nbsp; But what I've learned is we can withstand more then we ever thought possible.&amp;nbsp; I'm so blessed to have a husband that is my other half, who showers me with unconditional love in situations that would send others running.&amp;nbsp; I've come to the end of my rope countless times in the last few months but thank God I had Mike there to tie little knots and tell me to hang on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-5794319548431756422?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/5794319548431756422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/03/update-time.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/5794319548431756422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/5794319548431756422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/03/update-time.html' title='Update time~'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-5042633719032283805</id><published>2010-03-10T10:13:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T10:18:58.715+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought~</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;"I might have had a tough break, but I have an awful lot to live for."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Lou Gehrig&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-5042633719032283805?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/5042633719032283805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/03/food-for-thought.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/5042633719032283805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/5042633719032283805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/03/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought~'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-8007050975017754280</id><published>2010-02-27T18:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T18:54:21.214+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2 - Vanuatu</title><content type='html'>Hi family and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some of what has been happening in Vanuatu so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love Stay and Mike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-8007050975017754280?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/8007050975017754280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/02/part-2-vanuatu.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/8007050975017754280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/8007050975017754280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/02/part-2-vanuatu.html' title='Part 2 - Vanuatu'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/S4jdQeVrjfI/AAAAAAAABYM/JtYjxC2cwAg/s72-c/DSCF7180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-1713709874779360077</id><published>2010-02-24T09:33:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T09:37:25.363+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The adventure begins - Part 1. Tasmania</title><content type='html'>Sorry its been a while since I've blogged. I've had a busy month turning 28 and planning our 6 week adventure. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lots of you may know our original plan was to travel around Australia in a caravan. As it came closer to our planned departure it became clear that this was most definitely not a good idea due to my increased movement challenges. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So plan B. Travel where we want, when we want. First stop Tasmania. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed off to Tasmania on February 13th with our good friends Jennine and Harry. Harry is an old frisbee friend of Mikes and as I told Harry when he said his girlfriend Jennine was coming over from Canada "we are going to be best friends", I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully Harry organised the entire trip for us including car hire, excellent bed and breakfast style accommodation and the occasional tourist activity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of the trip included: The delicious meal we had at the Grand Chancellor in Hobart. Sea food extravaganza including "monster crayfish". This was followed shortly after by a wharf side proposal by Harry to Jennine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice drive up to Launceston, where we met Harrys uncle Jack, Aunt Becky and family. We had an excellent lunch with the Tasmanian branch of the Birrell family including our first bottle of French Champagne to celebrate Jennine joining the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jewel in Launceston's crown is cataract gorge which sits right on the west side of town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next 3 days were spent in a sleepy little town in the middle of Tassie. We stayed at the charming Tin Dragon cottages which featured an outdoor spa bath to watch the milky way go by, a delicious organic BBQ basket and exceptional service. I did however get spit on by a disgruntled alpaca. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also spent some time at Bicheno on the Bay. The highlight of my trip was the delicious fresh oysters for dinner and the penguin walk night tour which was full of penguin action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final stop on the trip was Port Arthur convict settlement. This was a nice look into Australia's brutal history and although we didn't go on the night ghost tour I was on the look out as we toured the grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent our final night in a old restored convict era building called Convict Station. This building had an air of the spooky about it which was enhanced by my bed being positioned directly under the man hole to the attic. The convict attic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All up our trip to Tasmania was an absolute pleasure. I stuffed myself with seafood, had fantastic company, beautiful scenery and a rockin' good time. Thanks to everyone who made this trip possible through their kind contributions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop Vanuatu, hoot. I'll leave you with a few pictures from the Tassie trip. 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float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/S4RkpP5v2sI/AAAAAAAABXc/FY457gzaCiQ/s320/DSCF7154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-1713709874779360077?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/1713709874779360077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/02/adventure-begins-part-1-tasmania.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/1713709874779360077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/1713709874779360077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/02/adventure-begins-part-1-tasmania.html' title='The adventure begins - Part 1. Tasmania'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/S4RkCgIyjYI/AAAAAAAABVk/9KZ7ItzaX1g/s72-c/DSCF7049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-2511319133815352370</id><published>2010-02-04T11:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T11:49:16.001+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>Church billboards, you’ve gotta love them. Mike and I pass a few different ones on a daily basis. I always look to see if God has left me a message. Sometimes they are ridiculous, but every once in awhile one really talks to me, which is what happened this week. As we passed I read a sign which read “You can’t trust and worry at the same time.” Yes you can I thought, but on further reflection I came to the conclusion that the sign was right, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time I’ve been worrying about MND, my symptoms, my life changes, the future, my timeline, ect. At the same time I’ve been saying, “Maybe I’ll get a miracle, maybe God will make me better?” I think I just say it but don’t fully trust that it could happen? This silly sign opened up my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Mike how I am meant to “trust” that I will get better and not “worry” about my ever increasing symptoms. My very wise husband said “You’re not meant to trust you will get better, but trust that each day you are given you will make the most of. Trust that although this is hard you are here now and you can affect people’s lives in a positive way and trust that no matter what happens we can make it through.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me awhile to let that sink in but I think he’s right. No one knows their timeline, some of us have been told ours but as my friend Tawn says, “No one has a crystal ball.” I guess all we can do is trust that today is another day we have been blessed with and try our hardest not to waste our time worrying about things we have no control over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that speech song says, “Worrying is like trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the sign~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-2511319133815352370?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/2511319133815352370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/02/trust.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/2511319133815352370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/2511319133815352370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/02/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-5820302435994045768</id><published>2010-01-21T11:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:24:11.190+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/S1esDb-plII/AAAAAAAABVE/VlvMKV3On5Q/s1600-h/rain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/S1esDb-plII/AAAAAAAABVE/VlvMKV3On5Q/s400/rain.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's about dancing in the rain."(Unknown Author)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-5820302435994045768?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/5820302435994045768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/01/thought-for-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/5820302435994045768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/5820302435994045768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/01/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the day~'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/S1esDb-plII/AAAAAAAABVE/VlvMKV3On5Q/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-4469165904679226894</id><published>2010-01-17T12:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T12:08:18.147+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back~</title><content type='html'>Have you mssed me?&amp;nbsp; What a year!&amp;nbsp; I was looking back on my posts from a year ago and finding it ironic that I was excited about the adventures ahead.&amp;nbsp; Little did I know what type of adventure I would be embarking on.&amp;nbsp; This year Mike and I were given all kinds of challenges, and I can honestly say I think we faced most of them head on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a different person now than I was last year, I see the world and our time on it in a whole new light. I've learned that nothing in this life is guaranteed, something I used to take for granted.&amp;nbsp; I've learned that the love I have in my life is abundant, unconditional and beyond measure and that I get it from every direction I turn. I'm learning that who you are is not dictated by what you can do rather by how you treat others and the way in which you choose to live your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although 2010 has started out on the back of the hardest year of my life, I have hope that it can only get better from here.&amp;nbsp; My symptoms have progressed into my legs which makes it hard to get around and surprisingly easy to fall.&amp;nbsp; Lately I have been telling myself this is only temporary and that helps.&amp;nbsp; I still have faith that I may be granted a miracle.&amp;nbsp; Like I said to Mike my odds of getting MND were the same as getting a miracle.&amp;nbsp; If I have learned anything it is that anything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a good feeling about this year.&amp;nbsp; I have a lot to be thankful for and this is what I will choose to focus on.&amp;nbsp; Let's see where this crazy road takes us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-4469165904679226894?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/4469165904679226894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-back.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/4469165904679226894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/4469165904679226894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back~'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-7837717583515958011</id><published>2010-01-05T15:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T15:02:49.055+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike's ski trip to Showdown</title><content type='html'>I think it is the top quality US television programming that is keeping Stacy away from the Blog at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What not to wear&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Hoarders&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Say yes to the Dress&lt;/em&gt; make such&amp;nbsp;compelling watching that I'm firing up the majority of the blog posts currently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, and the fact that&amp;nbsp;I went skiing with the video camera this week. I say I went skiing with the camera, what&amp;nbsp;I mean is that I brought the camera to the car park of the mountain. After 6 years out of the skiing game I was pretty concerned that I would damage the new video camera if I took it up the mountain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ZlQoVoWjY0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ZlQoVoWjY0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ot1lBXsSxuA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ot1lBXsSxuA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out it would have been sweet to bring the camera up as I only had a couple of stacks. I unclipped a ski only twice on the day, and one of those was because I hit a tree branch that was concealed below the powder when I was being trick and skiing off track through the trees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FszpK5HgKoM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FszpK5HgKoM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a rocking day and I am very thankful to my mate Brad Gillchrist for getting my up there and into the action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow skiing is the best recreational activity that I have ever been involved in. It was a top day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general news Stacy and I are doing well. After a couple of warmer days (25 - 38 degrees) it has dropped off again and has been snowing all day today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visitors from New York (Liz and Shannon) and Seattle (Kelly) have headed back home. It was a lot of fun to spend some time with them. It is really great to see Stacy laughing and carrying on with these special friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we are spending a lot of time with Stacy's family, Debi, Dave and Steph. As well as visits with Tawnya, Brad and baby Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are heading home in a few days now. It will be very sad and also quite nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope all is well with you all. I'm sure Stacy will fire up some more posting soon - until then its just me and my dodgy Montana commentary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-7837717583515958011?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/7837717583515958011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/01/mikes-ski-trip-to-showdown.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/7837717583515958011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/7837717583515958011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2010/01/mikes-ski-trip-to-showdown.html' title='Mike&apos;s ski trip to Showdown'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-1835670073735938434</id><published>2009-12-31T07:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T07:47:59.768+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Out at the Ranch</title><content type='html'>G'day folks, Mike here again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going well up here in Montana. Christmas is in the bag, Stacy enjoyed the familiarity of it and I enjoyed the exotic experience of a Christmas in the cold with snow on the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend we ventured out of town for 3 days&amp;nbsp;to a cabin out in the wilderness. Stacy's college roommates - Liz, Kelly and Shannon made up the group of 5 who enjoyed the remoteness of Liz's mother Connie's ranch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the clips for a sense of the experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SbZNN9P6QSY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SbZNN9P6QSY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YkGUJKwXKFQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YkGUJKwXKFQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love from Stacy and I, we hope everyone is having a great holiday season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-1835670073735938434?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/1835670073735938434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/12/out-at-ranch.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/1835670073735938434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/1835670073735938434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/12/out-at-ranch.html' title='Out at the Ranch'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-2337601942276732495</id><published>2009-12-23T05:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T05:35:10.452+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Northern Adventure</title><content type='html'>G'day folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike here on the blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy and I are in Montana and doing well. Stacy is going to get on and write more soon. I'm just here with a brief update and a little video footage as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qlCYYi-rW9c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qlCYYi-rW9c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/knMtFLGaUWE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/knMtFLGaUWE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having a very good time over here. Lots of action in the 'visiting with family and friends' department. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope everyone is well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Stacy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-2337601942276732495?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/2337601942276732495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/12/northern-adventure.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/2337601942276732495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/2337601942276732495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/12/northern-adventure.html' title='The Northern Adventure'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-5041674273181275704</id><published>2009-11-30T19:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T19:05:24.005+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Who we are~</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking lately that so much of who we are and how we define ourselves is based on our physical ability.&amp;nbsp; For example growing up I was defined as an athlete I did ever sport, swimming, softball, volleyball, basketball, track.&amp;nbsp; I swam competitively for 11 years, this is who I was, I was an athlete.&amp;nbsp; In college I worked at a gym I was a trainer, aerobics and spin instructor I was active to say the least. Throughout my entire adult life I have been focused on fitness and health, some of my friends would venture to say I was "obsessed" with it.&amp;nbsp; I grew up this way.&amp;nbsp; My mother, as long as I can remember, has been a fitness freak, aerobics instructor, personal trainer, body builder, Pilate's instructor and so on.&amp;nbsp; It's in my blood, it's who I was, it's how I defined myself.&amp;nbsp; I was proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my adventures around the world have been defined by physical ability.&amp;nbsp; I backpacked and hitch hiked my way through New Zealand carrying a bag that was way to heavy, I built houses in Africa with my hands, I cycled my way through Thailand and Cambodia, I have swam in numerous oceans, climbed countless mountains, looked for adventure everywhere I went.&amp;nbsp; I snorkeled the Great Barrier Reef, went white water rafting and jumped out of a plane at 14,000 feet all in my 25th year.&amp;nbsp; This is who I am, this is how I define myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been fiercely independent and prided myself on the strength of my body the things it could do.&amp;nbsp; I was always the strongest, the one who could open that horribly tight lid, the one who could lift just about anything.&amp;nbsp; I loved having a firm hand shake. This was me these were my abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am struggling with who I am becoming and letting go of who I was for so many years.&amp;nbsp; I hate needing help, I hate being reminded everyday of the things I can no longer do by the lack of my ability.&amp;nbsp; I hate that I can't read my favorite magazine "Shape" because it reminds me of all the things I can't do.&amp;nbsp; I hate that when I watch a movie all I can think is how is that woman able to walk in those heels, get that outfit on, carry that baby?&amp;nbsp; It is hard for me to fathom I have run my last race, or lifted my last weight.&amp;nbsp; Will I ever be able to write properly again or cut my own nails, will I ever do another jumping jack, will I ever get to be a mom?&amp;nbsp; These are my struggles and at the moment they feel very heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have other attributes and that in time the pain of my loss will ease but how do you change who you are or rather who you were?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This too shall pass~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-5041674273181275704?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/5041674273181275704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-we-are.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/5041674273181275704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/5041674273181275704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-we-are.html' title='Who we are~'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-7508962742472916838</id><published>2009-11-16T20:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:24:13.759+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weekend~</title><content type='html'>Mike and I have so much to be thankful for!  We are surrounded by people who love,support and comfort us.  In the past three weeks we have had a fundraiser every weekend all put on by our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SwEd97DPUvI/AAAAAAAABUw/FEw7zUXbMHk/s1600/DSCF6823.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SwEd97DPUvI/AAAAAAAABUw/FEw7zUXbMHk/s320/DSCF6823.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This past Friday night my Starlight family threw Mike and I an All American trivia night.  There were about 11 teams and it was so well organised, thanks Loz and Tash!  Everyone had to dress in an American theme.  My team was "Double Wide" we went as trailer trash.&amp;nbsp; Not only did they raise us heaps of cash but it was such a fun and entertaining night, we had a blast!&amp;nbsp; We can't thank everyone enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I have been overwhelmed by everyones generosity, we are continually reminded how great humans can be to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we went over to our friend Margie and Mike's house for lunch.&amp;nbsp; They live about 20 minutes outside of the city in what seems like a forest paradise.&amp;nbsp; Margie made an amazing lunch and we had a lovely time exploring their property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SwEmt93I7WI/AAAAAAAABU4/tmSNH86pKHk/s1600/DSCF6821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SwEmt93I7WI/AAAAAAAABU4/tmSNH86pKHk/s320/DSCF6821.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Sunday I met up with my friend Sim for coffee, then my mother-in-law came over to help us clean our house.&amp;nbsp; What a lovely lady!&amp;nbsp; We then went over to our friend Gabby's for a swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great weekend, busy but great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI- I don't smoke, nor do I recommend it for pregnant women.&amp;nbsp; I do however recommend hot dogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-7508962742472916838?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/7508962742472916838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-weekend.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/7508962742472916838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/7508962742472916838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-weekend.html' title='What a weekend~'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SwEd97DPUvI/AAAAAAAABUw/FEw7zUXbMHk/s72-c/DSCF6823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-3069323971263044620</id><published>2009-11-10T14:53:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:53:45.489+10:00</updated><title type='text'>This made me giggle~</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5P6UU6m3cqk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5P6UU6m3cqk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-3069323971263044620?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/3069323971263044620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-made-me-giggle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/3069323971263044620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/3069323971263044620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-made-me-giggle.html' title='This made me giggle~'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-7797311669525907067</id><published>2009-11-09T21:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:57:18.254+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Blogger~Mike</title><content type='html'>G'day folks, i'm stopping by to share some thoughts and extend some thank yous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that there is an aspect of human nature that violently and instinctually resists pain and suffering in other people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When global disasters such as the 2004 boxing day tsunami, or the bush fires in Victoria earlier this year occur individuals and communities rail against the injustice of the situation and find ways to make a difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it must be about trying to keep a balance in our little worlds. If something terrible happens and makes us feel like evil or injustice are dominating things then in order to feel good about life people take action to correct the scales. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We donate money, write notes, give hugs, coordinate events, hold vigils, advocate for change and share thoughts and feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy and I are facing a challenge and a personal disaster with our motor neuron disease diagnosis. Our experience has been that individuals and communities close to us are driven to attempt to redress this imbalance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday the 31st of October our great friends Tony, Genevieve, Mat and Sandra ran a frisbee tournament called the Big Sky 9's. http://bigsky9s.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This frisbee tournament involved 14 teams, 140 players, 10 hours of frisbee games and some concerted fund raising efforts. There is plenty of information on the Big Sky blog site listed above including some figures of the financial success of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an excellent day and was a wonderful outpouring of love from the frisbee community to Stace and I. We are so grateful to the organising team, the volunteers who helped on the day and everyone who came to participate as players and spectators. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an amazing day, plus Stay's Allstars won the final. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday the 8th of November our little friend Leila Hutton organised a fun run fund raiser for Stacy and I. In Leila's words she had the idea for a fun run, expected that maybe 40 people or so would get involved and it would be a nice little day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality was that it was a nice little day involving around 200 people, multiple donated raffle prizes, a delicious home cooked breakfast and 3km of hard but enjoyable yards around the Roma St. parklands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both events were always going to be successful as they were excellent positive events that Stacy and I could focus on and take strength and comfort from. What none of the organisers or Stacy and I could realistically had imagined was the quantity and magnitude of people's generosity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On both of the fund raising days Stacy and I were overwhelmed by the dramatic gestures of kindness displayed by people who wished to help out in this difficult situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The events were amazing as a tool for easing the difficulties that Stacy and I will face over the coming time, and as an act of human kindness guided towards creating balance in our little world they were both incredibly successful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who participated in the events. Thank you to all the people who made donations for raffles and personal donations to us. Thank you to Leila, Gen, Tony, Mat and Sandra for coordinating the events and providing an opportunity for people to express their support. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone who has been so loving to Stacy and I, thank you very much. We feel like we are wrapped up in the community and very supported.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-7797311669525907067?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/7797311669525907067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/11/guest-bloggermike.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/7797311669525907067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/7797311669525907067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/11/guest-bloggermike.html' title='Guest Blogger~Mike'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-207318968160153212</id><published>2009-11-03T19:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:03:12.600+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What a month~</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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&lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;About 3 weeks ago I got a call from Brad who is the husband of Tawnya, my best friend since high school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mike and I are the God-Parents to Audrey, their soon to be daughter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Because we live so far away I didn’t really get to be a part of Tawn’s pregnancy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I really wanted to see her pregnant, but it just didn’t seem like that was a possibility until Brad offered to fly me home to surprise Tawn at her baby shower. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t believe his generosity and of course accepted his offer. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I flew into Montana on a Saturday night and the baby shower was on Sunday afternoon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was the best surprise ever!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have a video of it that I will post once it is downloaded.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was only home for a whirlwind week, but it was so worth it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was able to spend time with my family as well as help Tawnya with some preparations for the baby.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a very special time and cannot thank Brad enough.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fast forward to this weekend, on October 28, 2009 Audrey Rae Gilchrist was born!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was sooo excited! Mom and baby are doing great.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then on November 1, 2009 my friend Lynsey who was due November 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; gave birth to her daughter Tavia Lili Gayton!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I cannot believe both my girls came in the same week!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am so happy for both of them and thank God for their safe delivery.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh man Mike and I have had a huge weekend!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will post all about it very soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stay tuned~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I thought I would leave you with a little preview.  First picture is Tavia Lili and second is Audrey Rae.  Soo cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/Su_-SgQB-ZI/AAAAAAAABUA/MABiN23FOLk/s1600-h/DSCF6743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/Su_-SgQB-ZI/AAAAAAAABUA/MABiN23FOLk/s320/DSCF6743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399814072088787346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/Su_-SgQB-ZI/AAAAAAAABUA/MABiN23FOLk/s1600-h/DSCF6743.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/Su_-SwgzkCI/AAAAAAAABUI/CCDthoKmM7s/s1600-h/Audrey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/Su_-SwgzkCI/AAAAAAAABUI/CCDthoKmM7s/s320/Audrey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399814076454113314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-207318968160153212?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/207318968160153212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/207318968160153212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/207318968160153212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-month.html' title='What a month~'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/Su_-SgQB-ZI/AAAAAAAABUA/MABiN23FOLk/s72-c/DSCF6743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-8273220647922371162</id><published>2009-10-24T08:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:24:45.545+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ginny Owens - If you want me too~</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;This song was sent to us by our friends Nick and Amber.  We love it!&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QtNzOpKvPfw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QtNzOpKvPfw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&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/870520364303284164-8273220647922371162?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/8273220647922371162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/10/ginny-owens-if-you-want-me-too.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/8273220647922371162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/8273220647922371162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/10/ginny-owens-if-you-want-me-too.html' title='Ginny Owens - If you want me too~'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-2091266258002322034</id><published>2009-10-23T07:02:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T07:25:14.796+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you take for granted~</title><content type='html'>There are things in our life that we do everyday, little mundane things.  Until you loose the ability to do these things you never fully grasps how amazing they actually were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the things I took for granted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking, sounds corny but it is amazing how much talent it actually takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running, I only started running last year and really started to appreciate it.  I see runners now and  it makes me sad sometimes I cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting dressed.  Who knew buttons, zippers, bras were so difficult.  Thank God for my husband or I would be going commando in track suits everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showering, fixing your hair, brushing your teeth, writing, typing.  All things I never thought twice about, now I wish I would have appreciated them more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that still frustrates me is opening doors, jars, packages.  My mind is willing my fingers to just turn the bloody lid and my fingers are acting like selfish little two year olds saying " I don't want too!"  Man they are so naughty at times.  I think a lot of the breakdowns I have had in front of Mike are always about a jar.  Who would have thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am staying mostly positive but I do get sad sometimes and when I get sad it is usually because of these things.  When did car doors get so heavy? Everyday it seems I am faced with a new obstacle, some days I say to God "Enough already!"  other days I say "Is that all you got!" I have had a bit of a "Why me" past couple of days.  I know this will pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be OK (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-2091266258002322034?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/2091266258002322034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-you-take-for-granted.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/2091266258002322034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/2091266258002322034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-you-take-for-granted.html' title='Things you take for granted~'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-8049401025020994962</id><published>2009-10-22T14:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T14:16:19.336+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause for Celebration~</title><content type='html'>I have alot to blog about but haven't found the time.  I will definitely get onto it this weekend.  Until then I will leave you with an email my mom sent me, she gets daily inspirational emails and I really enjoyed this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honoring Everyday Life~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know someone who keeps plastic covers on his or her couch in order to protect it. The irony is that many of these people may live their lives without ever having actually made contact with their own furniture! This is a poignant and somewhat humorous example of the human tendency to try to save things for special occasions, as if everyday life wasn’t special enough to warrant the use of nice things. Many of us have had the experience of never wearing a particular piece of clothing in order to keep it nice, only to have it go out of style in the meanwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s interesting to think of what it would mean to us if we let ourselves wear our nicest clothes and eat off the good china on a daily basis. We might be sending ourselves the message that every day we are alive is a special day and a cause for celebration, and that we are worth it. There is something uplifting about treating ourselves to the finest of what we have. It is as if we rise to the occasion when we wear our best clothes and set the table beautifully, as if for a very special guest. We are more mindful of where we place things, what we are eating, and who is with us. Using the good china, eating in the dining room, and taking the plastic off the sofa might be an invitation to be more conscious of the beauty and grace inherent in our everyday lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are things you’ve stashed away for a special occasion—a bottle of special wine, a gorgeous pair of shoes, an antique lace tablecloth—consider taking them out of their hiding places and putting them to use tonight, just because you are alive now to enjoy them, and that’s a great cause for a celebration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-8049401025020994962?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/8049401025020994962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/10/cause-for-celebration.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/8049401025020994962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/8049401025020994962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/10/cause-for-celebration.html' title='Cause for Celebration~'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-3042681330902488074</id><published>2009-10-09T06:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T07:10:51.125+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming~</title><content type='html'>I have been so busy in the past week I haven't had time to get on here.  I have started swimming again, my mother is so proud.  For those of you that don't know I was a competitive swimmer for 11 years, it was such a huge part of my life and my identity for so long.  I stopped swimming my junior year of college and have never really got back into it until this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say my first day back in the pool was a bit depressing.  I didn't know what to expect ability wise, so I aimed to do 1000 meters.  When I started to swim I found I was focusing all my attention on my right arm (gympie) how she couldn't quite get all the way out of the water, she couldn't pull.  I,  to say the least, was getting very frustrated and feeling a bit down, it was one of the first times it really hit me that this is all happening.  I was so used to swimming coming easy that it was a real shock to the system.  Then I pulled my head out (as my husband would say) and said to myself "Why are you  only focusing on what is not working?  What about the things that are!"  After that I thought wow, my left arm is still doing great, my kick is strong, and my breathing is the same as it always was.  It's amazing how strong the mind is and how it can dictate our feelings.  I am really working on the PMA (positive mental attitude) I am certain it will see us through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went two more times this week, each time with my friend Richard who is hilarious and almost drowns me because I am laughing so hard and lose all control of my body.  It was great to have someone there.  I feel that I look ridiculous in the water, Richard assured me I looked normal so that was a relief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely keep swimming, I am sure I will keep getting stronger.  Thanks for all the love and support!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-3042681330902488074?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/3042681330902488074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/10/swimming.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/3042681330902488074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/3042681330902488074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/10/swimming.html' title='Swimming~'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-3688367839161191</id><published>2009-10-02T14:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T14:41:15.965+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The one, the only, Eula May~</title><content type='html'>My wonderful, beautiful, adventurous, inspirational, loving grandmother passed away yesterday after a very long and determined fight.  She will be forever in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SsWBub6PNRI/AAAAAAAABTg/6p4M4S19-cI/s1600-h/FL030011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SsWBub6PNRI/AAAAAAAABTg/6p4M4S19-cI/s320/FL030011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387855163984655634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I stumbled upon this today and thought it was fitting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;“&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/you-can-shed-tears-that-she-is-gone-or-you-can/763356.html" target="_blank"&gt;You can shed tears that she is gone, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/you-can-shed-tears-that-she-is-gone-or-you-can/763356.html" target="_blank"&gt;or you can smile because she has lived.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/you-can-shed-tears-that-she-is-gone-or-you-can/763356.html" target="_blank"&gt;You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/you-can-shed-tears-that-she-is-gone-or-you-can/763356.html" target="_blank"&gt;  or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/you-can-shed-tears-that-she-is-gone-or-you-can/763356.html" target="_blank"&gt;Your heart can be empty because you can't see her,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/you-can-shed-tears-that-she-is-gone-or-you-can/763356.html" target="_blank"&gt;or you can be full of the love you shared.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/you-can-shed-tears-that-she-is-gone-or-you-can/763356.html" target="_blank"&gt;You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/you-can-shed-tears-that-she-is-gone-or-you-can/763356.html" target="_blank"&gt; or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/you-can-shed-tears-that-she-is-gone-or-you-can/763356.html" target="_blank"&gt; You can remember her only that she is gone,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/you-can-shed-tears-that-she-is-gone-or-you-can/763356.html" target="_blank"&gt;or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/you-can-shed-tears-that-she-is-gone-or-you-can/763356.html" target="_blank"&gt;You can cry and close your mind, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/you-can-shed-tears-that-she-is-gone-or-you-can/763356.html" target="_blank"&gt;be empty and turn your back.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/you-can-shed-tears-that-she-is-gone-or-you-can/763356.html" target="_blank"&gt;Or you can do what she'd want:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/you-can-shed-tears-that-she-is-gone-or-you-can/763356.html" target="_blank"&gt;smile, open your eyes, love and go on.&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#888888;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SsWBuG-6LOI/AAAAAAAABTY/oE1q6lnDxHE/s1600-h/DSCF4976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SsWBuG-6LOI/AAAAAAAABTY/oE1q6lnDxHE/s320/DSCF4976.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387855158367104226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love you forever and always~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-3688367839161191?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/3688367839161191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-only-eula-may.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/3688367839161191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/3688367839161191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-only-eula-may.html' title='The one, the only, Eula May~'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SsWBub6PNRI/AAAAAAAABTg/6p4M4S19-cI/s72-c/FL030011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-1314103479174483727</id><published>2009-09-30T19:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:05:44.695+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>We have been waiting nearly a month to get in with the MND specialist down in Sydney.  On Friday we received a call from his office saying a miracle has happened and they had a cancellation for Monday at 12:30 can we make it, so of course we said yes.  It was a bit pricey for flights so we decided to road trip.  It took us about 13 hours but we made it!!!  We were very fortunate to have our friends Steve and Jo down there who gave us a fantastic place to stay (thanks guys).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Mathew (the specialist) was great and when we met him we didn't know what to expect.  A part of us hoped he would say I had been misdiagnosed and a part of us knew it wasn't so.  So when Mathew said, "Yes you do have MND" Mike and I were not that shocked.  Mathew was able to answer some of our questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathew looked at my MRI of my brain and you can see the bloody disease clear as day.  He also did some reflex tests.  I accept his diagnoses what I don't accept is a 5 year life expectancy.  He said that he thinks I only have 5 years left I said I can beat that so he up it to 10 max and I said I have God on my side so even if I live 10 years and 1 day I will live longer than they expect, no question about it. Mike said well what about these stories of people living 14, 20 plus years with MND.  He said I don't believe they have it and they may have been misdiagnosed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be seeing him again, there is nothing more he can do for us except answer questions when they arise.  He said that I need a diet high in protein and that being a vegetarian would be a bad idea, thank God!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid, God will get us through this.  I still have hope, faith, belief.  I am in no way angry at God, I know he is not the one who has given me this.  As I say to Mike in 5 years I may have limited function but you mark my words I will not be in a wheelchair nor will I be dead!!! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I still laugh, I still have lots of joy.  I am in no way a mopey butt.  I plan on squeezing every ounce of life out of the next 5 years that I can muster.  I am looking at this as a blessing, hard to believe, I think God has given me a gift, he/she is saying "Stacy I am telling you when I want you to come home, now go and do and say all that you need."  I have seen 7 year olds die of CF, 15 year olds die of cancer, 2 year olds die of illnesses they can't explain.  I feel very lucky to have made it this far, I am also lucky it is not something that will take me in 9 months, like a brain tumor, I at least have time.  And time is a wonderful thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I a staying positive because yes I have a terminal illness however I feel that if God sees fit he will grant me a miracle.  Also who knows we may all die in 5 years time, but unlike everyone else we have been livin it up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you to everyone for your support and keep the prayers coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-1314103479174483727?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/1314103479174483727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/09/update.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/1314103479174483727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/1314103479174483727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-7295051914158164174</id><published>2009-09-23T10:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:04:34.565+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The other man in my life~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SrmAktJJgwI/AAAAAAAABTQ/OdXgA1FFZEo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384476197579752194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SrmAktJJgwI/AAAAAAAABTQ/OdXgA1FFZEo/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SrmAkIUjGnI/AAAAAAAABTI/AsCm5q_DX38/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384476187695454834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SrmAkIUjGnI/AAAAAAAABTI/AsCm5q_DX38/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SrmAjmJGGiI/AAAAAAAABTA/rppdbJKq1_g/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384476178520611362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SrmAjmJGGiI/AAAAAAAABTA/rppdbJKq1_g/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27 years ago I met a great man, it took me 5 or so years to really get to know him and I liked him so much I kept him around for the next 22! He is funny, supportive, reliable, and very very hugable!! I of course am talking about my Papa Bear who's Birthday is today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing about living in Australia is that I have missed 5 years of birthdays. I wish him the happiest of days (I'm pretty sure he is off hunting at the moment, so he's in heaven) Just wanted to let him know I love him very much and I am sure my mom is spoiling him rotten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel very lucky that my dad is still here with us, a few years back he was diagnosed with colon and rectum cancer. We almost lost him and Mike and I were there with my parents during that time. My dad handled that phase of his life with dignity and above everything else humour. His condition has impacted his life greatly and yet he still gets up, he still gets out there and he still lives his life! I admire him for that and have learned alot from him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At our wedding I wanted to choose a song for the father/daughter dance that represented how I felt about him. I wrote this in his card last year so thought it fitting to add it here today. Love you more today then yesterday Daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"My Wish"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope that the days come easy and the moments pass slow,And each road leads you where you want to go,And if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose,I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.And if one door opens to another door closed,I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window,If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile,But more than anything, more than anything,My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,You never need to carry more than you can hold,And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,Yeah, this, is my wish.I hope you never look back, but ya never forget,All the ones who love you, in the place you left,I hope you always forgive, and you never regret,And you help somebody every chance you get,Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake,And you always give more than you take.But more than anything, yeah, and more than anything,My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,You never need to carry more than you can hold,And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,Yeah, this, is my wish.My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,You never need to carry more than you can hold,And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Papa Bear!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-7295051914158164174?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/7295051914158164174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/09/other-man-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/7295051914158164174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/7295051914158164174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/09/other-man-in-my-life.html' title='The other man in my life~'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SrmAktJJgwI/AAAAAAAABTQ/OdXgA1FFZEo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-4796365935207690709</id><published>2009-09-22T11:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:12:14.351+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've learned~</title><content type='html'>I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-A rainy day&lt;br /&gt;2-Lost luggage&lt;br /&gt;3-Tangled Christmas tree lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love that human touch - holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-4796365935207690709?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/4796365935207690709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-ive-learned.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/4796365935207690709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/4796365935207690709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-ive-learned.html' title='What I&apos;ve learned~'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-5250907381561878210</id><published>2009-09-20T20:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:17:32.811+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Moreton Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SrYGxsT9AZI/AAAAAAAABSI/3i-klII_khs/s1600-h/DSCF6673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SrYGxsT9AZI/AAAAAAAABSI/3i-klII_khs/s320/DSCF6673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383497855346213266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our philosophy at the moment is "Carpe Diem" seize the day!(I suggest everyone should try to incorporate that into their everyday life) So when our friends Matt and Sandra invited us to go camping/hard core 4WDriving with them on Moreton Island Mike and I jumped at the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The weekend was beautiful!  It consisted of a little of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SrYGxFQ3LyI/AAAAAAAABSA/q1EdeUW8V_8/s1600-h/DSCF6670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SrYGxFQ3LyI/AAAAAAAABSA/q1EdeUW8V_8/s320/DSCF6670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383497844864266018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching a couple of these while drinking my virgin mojito's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SrYGZo5hz6I/AAAAAAAABR4/GWS_hB09fXk/s1600-h/DSCF6665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SrYGZo5hz6I/AAAAAAAABR4/GWS_hB09fXk/s320/DSCF6665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383497442113212322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A bit of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SrYGZdiK36I/AAAAAAAABRw/gxcSloatQU4/s1600-h/DSCF6659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SrYGZdiK36I/AAAAAAAABRw/gxcSloatQU4/s320/DSCF6659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383497439062450082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snorkeling through here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SrYKa-TLZwI/AAAAAAAABSQ/OfIkV_nZhzI/s1600-h/DSCF6658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SrYKa-TLZwI/AAAAAAAABSQ/OfIkV_nZhzI/s320/DSCF6658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383501863084320514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with this muffin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SrYGYS1VGxI/AAAAAAAABRg/GDbn1smAdG0/s1600-h/DSCF6652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SrYGYS1VGxI/AAAAAAAABRg/GDbn1smAdG0/s320/DSCF6652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383497419010153234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And just enjoying all that was around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SrYKbZdeTUI/AAAAAAAABSY/rN1_aGAiRI4/s1600-h/DSCF6675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SrYKbZdeTUI/AAAAAAAABSY/rN1_aGAiRI4/s320/DSCF6675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383501870375259458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I only had a few MND reminders through the weekend.  Fell over a few times, generally more funny then frustrating.  Had a couple sad moments with Mike when realising our futures are going to be a bit different then we imagined.  But mostly it was just an amazing trip with some fantastic friends in a beautiful environment.  Can't wait to do it again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-5250907381561878210?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/5250907381561878210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/09/moreton-weekend.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/5250907381561878210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/5250907381561878210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/09/moreton-weekend.html' title='Moreton Weekend'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SrYGxsT9AZI/AAAAAAAABSI/3i-klII_khs/s72-c/DSCF6673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-7080038957128353778</id><published>2009-09-16T11:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:31:02.051+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Bank Account</title><content type='html'>This was sent to me today and it made me smile~  I feel that it is very relavant.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A 92-year-old, little, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with his hair fashionably combed and shaved perfectly, even though he is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary.  After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I love it,' he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jones, you haven't seen the room; just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''That doesn't have anything to do with it," he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time.  Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged ... it's how I arrange my mind.  I already decided to love it. 'It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up.  I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with 20 of the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away.  Just for this time in my life.  Old age is like a bank account.  You withdraw from what you've put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the five simple rules to be happy:&lt;br /&gt;1. Free your heart from hatred.&lt;br /&gt;2. Free your mind from worries&lt;br /&gt;3. Live simply.&lt;br /&gt;4. Give more.&lt;br /&gt;5. Expect less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank.  I am still depositing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-7080038957128353778?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/7080038957128353778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-bank-account.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/7080038957128353778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/7080038957128353778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-bank-account.html' title='Your Bank Account'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-5551847585740881252</id><published>2009-09-14T16:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:45:55.571+10:00</updated><title type='text'>From little things big things grow~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/Sq9gq5glX6I/AAAAAAAABQo/mUtmwW1Iljw/s1600-h/DSCF6645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/Sq9gq5glX6I/AAAAAAAABQo/mUtmwW1Iljw/s320/DSCF6645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381626369839292322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Mike and I were bestowed with a huge honor this weekend!!  Our dear friends Tawnya and Brad have told us we will be the God-Parents of their first baby, little Audrey, who will join our world on November 2nd!  We are thrilled to say the least.  This means so much to me, and I am so excited to meet my little muffin in December. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was a lot of fun, Friday I went to a Naturopath to cover my bases and see what she had to say about MND and how to get the best out of life and my health.  That was interesting and I will post about it soon.  But I know I need to be open to new things.  I am now a vegetarian, more to come on that.  The conversation with the Naturopath went a little something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat:  I feel that you should become a vegan.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Not going to happen!&lt;br /&gt;Nat: What???&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Not going to happen, no way.&lt;br /&gt;Nat: Ummm, OK, What about a vegetarian?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  My favorite food is Hamburgers!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Nat:  So is that a no?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Fine but can I eat meat occasionally?&lt;br /&gt;Nat:  I wouldn’t recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Do veggie burgers count?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say after that I was a bit tense (:   Good thing Saturday I was booked in for an hour massage and facial, I felt like I deserved it.  It was very relaxing and a great way to spend the morning.  If you have never had a facial I demand you go out now and get one!  I’ll wait……  See!!  Love it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I had my friend Laura’s 21st.  That’s right some of my friends are that young!  It was a lot of fun a great to catch up with friends I hadn’t seen in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/Sq9gqMWWOjI/AAAAAAAABQY/PlwP0DCbeAA/s1600-h/DSCF6630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/Sq9gqMWWOjI/AAAAAAAABQY/PlwP0DCbeAA/s320/DSCF6630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381626357716761138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was spent catching up with friends and family on Skype.  Mike and I went out to a lovely breakfast and then went on a little adventure that led us to Mt.Cootha’s Botanic Gardens.  Beautifulllll!!  Just what the doctor ordered!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/Sq9gqaWb57I/AAAAAAAABQg/F9D2VDq_fxA/s1600-h/DSCF6640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/Sq9gqaWb57I/AAAAAAAABQg/F9D2VDq_fxA/s320/DSCF6640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381626361475229618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a great weekend!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-5551847585740881252?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/5551847585740881252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/09/from-little-things-big-things-grow.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/5551847585740881252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/5551847585740881252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/09/from-little-things-big-things-grow.html' title='From little things big things grow~'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/Sq9gq5glX6I/AAAAAAAABQo/mUtmwW1Iljw/s72-c/DSCF6645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-682089335628912198</id><published>2009-09-10T10:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:36:27.977+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Reminders</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe in reminding yourself everyday about what is important to you be it God, friends, family, ect.. Little affirmations to get you through the day. I thought I would share with you three little reminders that I look at everyday that have really helped me thus far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First is a mug that was given to me a few years ago by my dear friend Tawnya. Little did she know how much it would mean to me. It is a bright orange mug and on it says "Friends are God's way of taking care of us" now before all this I thought wow what a great quote but little did I know I would be living it. Over the past month the friends and family that have surrounded Mike and I with their prayers, love, and positive energy are people who God sent to take care of us during this time. Many times Mike and I look at each other and even now going through this we still say "Wow, we are so blessed." I love looking at my mug and reminding myself, I am not alone in this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SqhSQkanSlI/AAAAAAAABPY/_mRvHoaR2iU/s1600-h/mail1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379640199500745298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SqhSQkanSlI/AAAAAAAABPY/_mRvHoaR2iU/s320/mail1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next is a beautiful bracelet that I received last week in the mail from another little angel "Boo" my friend Brianna was going through a tough time a while back and during that time she came to own this bracelet on it says "Expect a Miracle" in Boo's case the miracle was granted and so she sent it on it's way to perform it's next Miracle! I haven't taken it off since, it is on my right hand (we refer to that hand as gympie) and it is were all the symptoms started. I look at it everyday and think, "One day gympie you will work again" It sounds silly but it has given me allot of strength and hope and reminds me to never give up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last is a new addition it's a tattoo that Mike and I decided to get together. The tattoo says "Dei Gratia" which is Latin for "By the Grace of God". For us this has multiple meanings, we met by the Grace of God we have been together for over 8 years, we have been faced with and have conquered challenges in the past, all by the Grace of God. At the moment it reminds us that with God anything is possible plan and simple. We both got it on our left wrist so it is always staring us in the face, even when I have my down days and think why is this happening I look at that tattoo and remind myself God has a plan and I am part of that, something greater than myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SqhX1Xt29SI/AAAAAAAABPw/NvsivcTDW7w/s1600-h/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379646329305101602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SqhX1Xt29SI/AAAAAAAABPw/NvsivcTDW7w/s320/mail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These reminders are keeping me strong and I am grateful for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks again for the support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-682089335628912198?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/682089335628912198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-reminders.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/682089335628912198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/682089335628912198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-reminders.html' title='Little Reminders'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SqhSQkanSlI/AAAAAAAABPY/_mRvHoaR2iU/s72-c/mail1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-1096960344511777315</id><published>2009-09-08T14:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:13:21.347+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The month my life changed forever~</title><content type='html'>Well I was not sure what I was going to do with this blog but now I know. I am going to use it to tell everyone how I beat ALS- well I haven't yet but I have every intention of kicking it's ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month I was diagnosed with Motor Neuron Disease by two separate Neurologists and at this time am waiting on an appointment with a specialist in Sydney for a 3rd opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think unless you have had the experience in your life of being told you are going to die and you are only 27 you may not fully grasp the range of emotions one can feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my husband and I our worlds droped out from under us, what about the 5 kids we planned to have, the trips around the world we would take over the next 50 years, the anniversary's we were going to share, not to mention the life we had planned around the time we assumed we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am here to tell you I have no intention of giving up or giving in. I have a strong faith in God and PMA (positive mental attitude) I believe we all have a journey and a purpose and even though I may not like or agree with what mine is, I plan on taking it and hopefully learning and growing from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hopeful and I do believe I will make it through this with the help of friends and family. I am not so blind as to not see this is going to be one hell of a journey, but what choice do I have. I am not going to allow myself to be negative, I am not going to allow myself to give up. I hope that when I am faced with a challenge I will step up and over it. I will draw strength from those around me and I will NOT GIVE UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to say but will leave it there for now and leave you with a quote I stumbled upon today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards."- Soren Kierkegaard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-1096960344511777315?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/1096960344511777315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/09/month-my-life-changed-forever.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/1096960344511777315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/1096960344511777315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/09/month-my-life-changed-forever.html' title='The month my life changed forever~'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-2282222327266668464</id><published>2009-08-13T20:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:22:56.425+10:00</updated><title type='text'>One year ago today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SoPpFqBiweI/AAAAAAAABOU/9pRK_CSwzvc/s1600-h/n555585468_1704005_687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SoPpFqBiweI/AAAAAAAABOU/9pRK_CSwzvc/s320/n555585468_1704005_687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369391464145142242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SoPpFIl5neI/AAAAAAAABOM/sm42LOjqi3U/s1600-h/n555585468_1704003_9964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SoPpFIl5neI/AAAAAAAABOM/sm42LOjqi3U/s320/n555585468_1704003_9964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369391455170829794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago today I married my best friend, mentor, playmate and my greatest confidant!!   I know looking back that it was one of the greatest decisions of my life.  He has helped me to become the person I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through thick and thin he has stuck by my side for the past 8 years and I cannot imagine traveling this journey without him.  What I have realised in the past year is you can have a full and eventful life with someone without being that persons entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike you are my husband, my rock, my happiness!  I love you with everything I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the adventure ahead!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-2282222327266668464?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/2282222327266668464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-year-ago-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/2282222327266668464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/2282222327266668464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-year-ago-today.html' title='One year ago today...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SoPpFqBiweI/AAAAAAAABOU/9pRK_CSwzvc/s72-c/n555585468_1704005_687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-7739453744831749024</id><published>2009-08-06T19:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:12:00.687+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisa Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/Snqpj_02U8I/AAAAAAAABOE/ZZQ55lBEZ5M/s1600-h/DSCF6454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/Snqpj_02U8I/AAAAAAAABOE/ZZQ55lBEZ5M/s320/DSCF6454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366788341858980802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SnqpjkHFynI/AAAAAAAABN8/OYgCG6mtSL4/s1600-h/DSCF6267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SnqpjkHFynI/AAAAAAAABN8/OYgCG6mtSL4/s320/DSCF6267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366788334419298930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SnqpjdmgzpI/AAAAAAAABN0/XBVBR8dkcOw/s1600-h/DSCF6257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SnqpjdmgzpI/AAAAAAAABN0/XBVBR8dkcOw/s320/DSCF6257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366788332672044690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SnqpimfjyGI/AAAAAAAABNk/-rYyEcjERuU/s1600-h/DSCF6164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SnqpimfjyGI/AAAAAAAABNk/-rYyEcjERuU/s320/DSCF6164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366788317878929506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week at this time I had just returned home from a trip to Asia. Ohhhhhh how different a week can be. I had such a great time!  I met up with my best friend Liz in Bangkok and then we did a week bike trip from Bangkok to Angkor Wat in Cambodia with a company called SpiceRoads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the trip we did here:  http://www.spiceroads.com/cambodia/bangkok_angkor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first bike holiday I have ever done and am really glad I did it however it most likely will also be the last.  Something about a sore butt, getting up early, and physical exertion  just doesn't scream Vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw some amazing sites, got chased by wild dogs, explored spectacular ruins, biked over 300km's, had two snake experiences- one in our room, ate a silk worm, saved a child from drowning, had a ton of massages, spent an entire week lying on a beach while drinking Pinacoladas, laughed everyday, saw a ladyboy show and had an all around good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-7739453744831749024?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/7739453744831749024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/08/aisa-adventure.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/7739453744831749024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/7739453744831749024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/08/aisa-adventure.html' title='Aisa Adventure'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/Snqpj_02U8I/AAAAAAAABOE/ZZQ55lBEZ5M/s72-c/DSCF6454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-3668807237463316973</id><published>2009-08-05T19:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:13:21.423+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Well I have decided that I need to give blogging a chance it is a great way to get your thoughts organised and out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been following a few blogs, most are girls my age, married and all about living a healthy happy life.  I find them very inspirational and maybe one day mine will be as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get my head around what I want to focus on.  At the moment I am feeling very motivated to get into great shape.   There is no reason why I should not be in the best shape of my life.  I have always been active however I have never had a body that I have been proud of.  I am going to really start making myself accountable for what I put into my body.  Easier said then done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-3668807237463316973?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/3668807237463316973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/3668807237463316973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/3668807237463316973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-1113718640534454273</id><published>2009-02-23T20:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:51:08.460+10:00</updated><title type='text'>27...here we go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SaJ2yV7amWI/AAAAAAAABKY/k6LxpAtdfbo/s1600-h/DSCF5736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SaJ2yV7amWI/AAAAAAAABKY/k6LxpAtdfbo/s320/DSCF5736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305933918247754082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SaJ2yXOW68I/AAAAAAAABKQ/MMoXJNVfo6U/s1600-h/DSCF5733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SaJ2yXOW68I/AAAAAAAABKQ/MMoXJNVfo6U/s320/DSCF5733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305933918595640258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am officially 27! I had one heck of a week&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SaJ7qmO7jbI/AAAAAAAABK4/tvLglpm-8y0/s1600-h/DSCF5357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SaJ7qmO7jbI/AAAAAAAABK4/tvLglpm-8y0/s320/DSCF5357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305939282743758258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that included an airplane trip,green card petition,  bad news from home, a birthday, a job interview followed by a huge job change, and a wicked birthday party&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SaJ61G19HnI/AAAAAAAABKw/MNcnWsakuC4/s1600-h/DSCF5391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SaJ61G19HnI/AAAAAAAABKw/MNcnWsakuC4/s320/DSCF5391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305938363784437362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to top it all off with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has changed in the past week besides my age you ask????  Well Mike and I are one step closer to his Green Card!  That's right I had to fly to Sydney to enter his petition and we found out this week it was accepted!  So we are on the right track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer Captain Starlight....sigh..  I will miss Captain Courageous but alas all good things must come to an end.  I have now taken a position behind the scenes.  I am the new Hospital Programs Coordinator for Starlight in the Queensland office.  So far I am really enjoying it, so fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to a great year filled with learning, reflecting, getting fit, and being positive!  I know it will be a year to remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-1113718640534454273?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/1113718640534454273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/02/27here-we-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/1113718640534454273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/1113718640534454273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/02/27here-we-go.html' title='27...here we go!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SaJ2yV7amWI/AAAAAAAABKY/k6LxpAtdfbo/s72-c/DSCF5736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-207445644126775902</id><published>2009-01-27T21:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:40:54.404+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm losing it!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SX7wGXd1X5I/AAAAAAAABKA/j4nwzJRbD18/s1600-h/DSCF5617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SX7wGXd1X5I/AAAAAAAABKA/j4nwzJRbD18/s320/DSCF5617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295934204003311506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight that is!  Not yet but I will.  I am determined, inspired, motivated, ectttt..... I have always been active however after the wedding I think I gained a few pounds!  Damn you Fiji, sweet, sweet Fiji!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight now: 149&lt;br /&gt;Goal weight: 145 for now and then eventually 140 but we will see how hard it is to get to 145(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been sweating it out running like a demon, I never run so now I am really getting into it.  My hubby bought me a cool i pod arm band in bright green and my mom bought me an awesome Timex watch that does splits!  Also once a week I am going to a group fitness program at a park by my house &lt;a href="http://www.ashgrovefitness.weebly.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.ashgrovefitness.weebly.com&lt;/a&gt; Dave puts me thru my paces!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon a blog that I find very inspirational as well, she also has great recipes!  http://ashisfit.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I doing this you ask?  Well for many reasons:&lt;br /&gt;I live in Australia where you wear swimsuits!  A lot!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am biking thru Asia with my best friend and I don't want to die from exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;I feel better when I am fit.&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least I am sure that in the distant future I want to get pregers and I want to be at a good starting weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are a few of many reasons I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I go on my weight lose journey I will keep you posted on how I do.  I thought I would leave you with a picture of me after my run today, sweaty as and loving it!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-207445644126775902?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/207445644126775902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-losing-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/207445644126775902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/207445644126775902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-losing-it.html' title='I&apos;m losing it!!!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SX7wGXd1X5I/AAAAAAAABKA/j4nwzJRbD18/s72-c/DSCF5617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-8312067270735201322</id><published>2009-01-06T18:06:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:10:22.571+10:00</updated><title type='text'>2009!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SWMRYAwtz1I/AAAAAAAABJ4/_iVRJ368b8k/s1600-h/DSCF5573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SWMRYAwtz1I/AAAAAAAABJ4/_iVRJ368b8k/s320/DSCF5573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288089491681955666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SWMRYP2xBSI/AAAAAAAABJw/KRCatviku-g/s1600-h/DSCF5572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SWMRYP2xBSI/AAAAAAAABJw/KRCatviku-g/s320/DSCF5572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288089495733863714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Rang in 2009 while on a beach with our favorite people, overlooking the milky way and watching shooting stars zoom by.  Can't think of anything better!  Looking forward to what 2009 has to offer!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-8312067270735201322?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/8312067270735201322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/8312067270735201322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/8312067270735201322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009!?!?!?!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SWMRYAwtz1I/AAAAAAAABJ4/_iVRJ368b8k/s72-c/DSCF5573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-3997701667177230383</id><published>2009-01-06T17:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:06:12.529+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SWMQFKnDekI/AAAAAAAABJo/yb2bintwbtA/s1600-h/DSCF5565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SWMQFKnDekI/AAAAAAAABJo/yb2bintwbtA/s320/DSCF5565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288088068396644930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SWMQE__tEYI/AAAAAAAABJY/i0lOQARV2k8/s1600-h/DSCF5559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SWMQE__tEYI/AAAAAAAABJY/i0lOQARV2k8/s320/DSCF5559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288088065547243906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SWMQFDUxX2I/AAAAAAAABJg/QDpABciZCM0/s1600-h/DSCF5563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SWMQFDUxX2I/AAAAAAAABJg/QDpABciZCM0/s320/DSCF5563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288088066440912738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good times had by all!!  Beautiful Beaches, Guitar Hero World Tour, Board games, card games, yummy food, beautiful beaches, great friends, cute dogs, did I mention BEAUTIFUL BEACHES.  Heck of a way to end 2008!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SWMQE_NT0xI/AAAAAAAABJQ/SwVD9CHfFBs/s1600-h/DSCF5558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SWMQE_NT0xI/AAAAAAAABJQ/SwVD9CHfFBs/s320/DSCF5558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288088065335874322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SWMQEiClYQI/AAAAAAAABJI/6ZCTD6IuxPg/s1600-h/DSCF5554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SWMQEiClYQI/AAAAAAAABJI/6ZCTD6IuxPg/s320/DSCF5554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288088057506259202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-3997701667177230383?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/3997701667177230383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/01/holiday-fun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/3997701667177230383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/3997701667177230383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2009/01/holiday-fun.html' title='Holiday Fun!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SWMQFKnDekI/AAAAAAAABJo/yb2bintwbtA/s72-c/DSCF5565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-3125434394834861467</id><published>2008-12-26T10:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:11:16.817+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Down Under!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SVQfdk7EeTI/AAAAAAAABJA/ej9PYnSkaTY/s1600-h/DSCF5548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SVQfdk7EeTI/AAAAAAAABJA/ej9PYnSkaTY/s200/DSCF5548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283882855800535346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SVQfdkCIAbI/AAAAAAAABI4/NUQjHRK68oc/s1600-h/DSCF5522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SVQfdkCIAbI/AAAAAAAABI4/NUQjHRK68oc/s200/DSCF5522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283882855561691570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SVQfdU5eEFI/AAAAAAAABIw/-zPqDeEXxSU/s1600-h/DSCF5513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SVQfdU5eEFI/AAAAAAAABIw/-zPqDeEXxSU/s200/DSCF5513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283882851498856530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is our first Christmas as a married couple and it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never quite feels like Christmas to me out here.  I miss the snow, hot coco, and snuggling up next to the heater.  We spent our Christmas at Mike's parents house where we were all in shorts and then had our Christmas meal out on the deck in the 75 degree weather.  Not quite norm for a girl from Montana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also is hard being so far away from my friends and family.  But I am wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-3125434394834861467?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/3125434394834861467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-down-under.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/3125434394834861467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/3125434394834861467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-down-under.html' title='Christmas Down Under!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SVQfdk7EeTI/AAAAAAAABJA/ej9PYnSkaTY/s72-c/DSCF5548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870520364303284164.post-2215925571595812513</id><published>2008-12-24T14:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T14:48:37.454+10:00</updated><title type='text'>And it Begins.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SVG-Y7NNd0I/AAAAAAAABIM/o0S6B0mS-PI/s1600-h/DSCF5104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SVG-Y7NNd0I/AAAAAAAABIM/o0S6B0mS-PI/s320/DSCF5104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283213173301540674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, where to begin?  This is all very new,  this blogging.  I figured why not try it out.  I have no idea where this will go but I thought it would be a fun way to keep friends and family updated on the happenings of the Neild's down here in good ole' Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay tuned, you never know what might pop up!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/870520364303284164-2215925571595812513?l=stacyneild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/feeds/2215925571595812513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-it-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/2215925571595812513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/870520364303284164/posts/default/2215925571595812513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyneild.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-it-begins.html' title='And it Begins.......'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253261933732897720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SvoxMMZC-cI/AAAAAAAABUQ/UXk1ouq4Eu0/S220/DSCF5104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX28SrMc7eI/SVG-Y7NNd0I/AAAAAAAABIM/o0S6B0mS-PI/s72-c/DSCF5104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
