<?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-3204287140466415829</id><updated>2011-10-06T06:34:07.810-07:00</updated><category term='Mind Control Aliens made me do it'/><category term='Smoke Free is the WAY TO BE'/><category term='Asshole day'/><category term='Run away turkeys cause major traffic jam'/><category term='ready or not'/><category term='Assholes to elbows'/><category term='WAH'/><category term='mandatory sex party'/><category term='40th post already'/><category term='and outta control'/><category term='RIP Mom'/><category term='School is for winners'/><category term='My lifeline'/><category term='Old farts rule'/><category term='Blathering Idiot'/><category term='Be cool Stay in School'/><category term='Thats not the right Alice'/><category term='A chipmunk in winter wear'/><category term='that is'/><category term='Halloween is my FAV'/><category term='2010 here I come'/><category term='party and bbq'/><category term='peeved'/><category term='The wheels on the bus go'/><category term='Vegas'/><category term='Halloween-ey Goodness'/><category term='its the first'/><category term='Bah Humbug'/><category term='Negative Spew'/><category term='Halloween Party'/><category term='I miss my kitty'/><category term='Weekend Update'/><category term='I wrote a Novel about Novels'/><category term='Happy Holidays'/><category term='Fireworks may blow your hand off'/><category term='Captain and coke please'/><category term='WHOOO BIRTHDAY GIRL'/><category term='Poop is fun when its someone elses'/><category term='Thanks for the love'/><category term='Busy weekend'/><category term='Come Sooner'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='EPIC PARTY'/><category term='Damn Dumb Dog'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='In love'/><category term='A Spork is a spork'/><category term='Kitties'/><category term='unless it&apos;s in Finnish'/><category term='Life Changes get over it'/><category term='Its the pits man'/><title type='text'>Amusing Musings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-4169639231381174333</id><published>2011-01-07T21:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T22:03:08.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks for the love'/><title type='text'>Been 2 weeks and not a damn thing wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Okie dokie! I am officially 2 weeks and one day without an actual cigarette! Yeay! Go me! My cigarette of choice was Camel Wide Menthol Light. It's still a little weird for me to not have to buy cigarettes. This is probably the best choice I have made for my health in a long time, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So, I bought this kit to start with: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.totallywicked-eliquid.com/products/electronic-cigarette-starter-kits/tornado/wicked-tornado-e-nic-or-electronic-2-2-product.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;http://www.totallywicked-eliquid.com/products/electronic-cigarette-starter-kits/tornado/wicked-tornado-e-nic-or-electronic-2-2-product.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If I was an awesome blogger like my friend Lindy, &lt;a href="http://onecraftyme.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://onecraftyme.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;,  I would have taken pictures of everything, but I'm not- so deal with it. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A big thanks to my friend Tom because he's the one who got this first. It worked for him, so I decided to buy it as well. Without that I would have been fumbling through the gobs of products out there without a clue as to what was actually a good product. So a big thanks to Tom!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So there are a lot of great things about this product: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1- My family loves it! My husband says he loves that I don't stink any more and my daughter says she's so happy that I decided to get one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; 2-The kit was awesome! Plenty of product to get you started and keep you going! It's pretty high quality, too. It's nice to try something and be happy with it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;3- It comes with 2 batteries. Great! I don't have to sit here and jones out while the battery is charging.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;4-I can smoke it anywhere! In the bar! In my home! In my BED! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;5- I can smell EVERYTHING! I smoked cigarettes for 15 years and never really realized all the smells I was missing out on! I like that I put on perfume in the morning and can still smell it in the afternoon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;6-  I no longer stink, and I notice how bad cigarettes really do smell!* My car no longer stinks too! Yeay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;7- The liquid comes in different flavors! Originally I bought the regular Tobacco and Menthol. I recently purchase Apple and have tried Strawberry. The flavors remind me of Swisher Sweet Cigarillos but without the good taste left on the lips. Still, a pretty nice option!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;8- When I eventually reach my goal of no nicotine liquid and finally quit I have the option of keeping the e-cigarette for when I am drinking. I know that I cannot drink without smoking. They just go together for me. So which the no nicotine liquid I can still feel like I am smoking, but without continuing the filthy, disgusting, dirty, stinking habit I have loved for years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*I always thought I would be the kind of non-smoker (if ever) that would still love the smell of cigarette smoke. I always have loved it, even when I was a kid. I think quitting makes a change in you and the smell never the same.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There are a couple of things that I have been thinking about though. They might be downfalls of the product, or my personality, but i haven't fully decided to call them that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1- I can't tell if I intake more nicotine than I would if I was still smoking. I'm sure I could if I had a mathematic mind, but I don't. The level of Nicotine in the bottle is 18MG, and there is 10 ML of liquid in the bottles that I buy. I got this from Wikipedia*- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;an average &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cigarette" title="Cigarette" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;cigarette&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt; yields about 1 mg of absorbed nicotine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;So, my issue is.... is there more nicotine in the liquid I have than in a cigarette? Is the 18MG the total amount in the bottle, or the total amount in each drop? I have to believe that it's the strength of the whole bottle. If not, then wouldn't I have nicotine poisoning by now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;*And hey! I found this little gem while I was looking that up: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;According to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Heart_Association" title="American Heart Association" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;American Heart Association&lt;/a&gt;, nicotine &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Substance_use_disorder" title="Substance use disorder" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;addiction&lt;/a&gt; has historically been one of the hardest addictions to break, while the pharmacological and behavioral characteristics that determine tobacco addiction are similar to those that determine addiction to drugs such as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heroin" title="Heroin" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;heroin&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cocaine" title="Cocaine" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;cocaine&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sweet huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;2- I can't tell if I smoke this damn thing more often than I did cigarettes. I used to smoke about a pack every day and a half. Usually (when not at work, and not drinking) I would smoke one cigarette and wait about 45 minutes to a hour and a half before having another cigarette. With that I had the benefit of smoking the cigarette down to the filter and that's how I knew I was done. With this there is no actual smoking of a cigarette. I find that I most often take one drag and put the e-cigarette down for awhile. That's not always the case, and I can't really keep track of how long I put it down for, especially when I am drinking. I can't tell if the reason I feel like I am constantly smoking is because I am or if it's because I can't really tell how long I am smoking it compared to a regular cigarette. I have been told it seems like I am smoking it more than I would a normal cigarette. I think a lot of this has to do with me being able to smoke ANYWHERE and the fact that it's new. So I have been trying to pay attention to how long I am using the e-cigarette for and how long I go between putting it down and picking it back up. It's a hard thing to pay attention to! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;3- It's high maintenance. I don't mind it at all but it's definitely not as easy as taking a cigarette out of the pack and lighting it. I have to make sure the tip (filter) has the liquid in it because if it doesn't it starts to taste funny. Also, if it gets dry it doesn't last as long as it should. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;4- I have to find a new way to relax. I have always, ever since I can remember, used smoking to relax. Not only when I was stressed out either. I used to go and sit in the backyard, light up a cigarette and pick up my book and read. I have books that I am trying to read now, and It's hard for me to find a new place to read and an excuse to do so. It sounds weird, I know, but reading and smoking were what I used to do! So reading has been a new experience for me. I could probably do it the same way since I have the e-cigarette, but it just doesn't feel right. It feels like I should make a new habit for reading . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;All in all I have had success with the e-cigarette. I know that I can stick with it for now. I am wary of what will happen when I change the amount of nicotine in the liquid down to the next lower level though. My hubby suggested that I get a mixed dose; One bottle of 18 MG and one bottle of the next level down and remove the labels. That way I don't know what i am getting and I can't freak myself out that way. I think this idea has potential, but what good does it do if I end up mixing the 18MG and the lower level? Am I just prolonging the quitting process? Only time will tell I suppose.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Fear not though! I will be sure to update my ups and downs with this fantastic new invention! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Thanks for all of your support! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-4169639231381174333?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/4169639231381174333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=4169639231381174333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/4169639231381174333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/4169639231381174333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2011/01/been-2-weeks-and-not-damn-thing-wrong.html' title='Been 2 weeks and not a damn thing wrong'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-7777444914386983866</id><published>2010-12-21T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T11:27:39.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm... will it work?</title><content type='html'>Wow has it been too long since I have updated!&lt;br /&gt;Life has been crazy, as usual, but good. Great friends, great husband, great daughter! I even have a better job! As for my last post… No school… nothing but the run around again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real reason I am updating is because I am going to try something new. What better reason to update, right? This very minute I am waiting for the delivery of my electronic cigarette! YEAY! I have always been the type of person to try to recognize my own shortcomings. With smoking, I have never tried to quit because I knew that I would not succeed, I would only succeed in making myself and others around me miserable! I figured why put myself and others through that just to start smoking again? Well, the time has come! With the invention of the FANTASTIC E-Cigarette I feel like I can actually attempt quitting. It may take me a long time, but I feel like I have a better chance of actually quitting this way! For those of you who don’t know or haven’t heard the e-cigarette is a healthier version of a cigarette. I can gradually decrease the amount of nicotine I intake. I will no longer smell, I will feel better without all those toxins in my body, and I no longer need to worry about slowly poisoning my child with second hand smoke. Also, I can smoke ANYWHERE! I am very very excited! So I will try to keep up with the updates because I would like to be able to look back at them and see all that I went thru with this “experiment”. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-7777444914386983866?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/7777444914386983866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=7777444914386983866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/7777444914386983866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/7777444914386983866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2010/12/hmm-will-it-work.html' title='Hmm... will it work?'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-4075255201042802526</id><published>2010-06-29T18:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T18:37:35.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School is for winners'/><title type='text'>Le SIGH</title><content type='html'>I started the process of looking into going to an Online College today. Last time I tried to do this I got the run around and really no straight answers so I just quit looking into it. I feel like I have to do something to better my life and do it before it's too late. I feel like if I don't do it now I'll never do it and I'll just continue wasting away at crap job after crap job. I also think about the fact that if I had started this a couple of years ago, I would be done already and my life would be a lot different. So I have a phone appointment with a counselor on Friday to discuss my options for grants and loans and what it's going to take to get me on my career path! WOOT! I am excited and scared at the same time. It has been over 10 years since I have gone to school. Well, if you don't count getting my insurance license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will update you, my few readers, with my progress and my blood sweat and tears on my journey to better my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And away we go!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-4075255201042802526?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/4075255201042802526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=4075255201042802526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/4075255201042802526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/4075255201042802526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2010/06/le-sigh.html' title='Le SIGH'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-7540151010408340113</id><published>2010-05-19T17:02:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T18:06:38.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party and bbq'/><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy!</title><content type='html'>We have been so busy lately! It seems like every weekend there is something we have to do or something to celebrate! I'm lovin it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 30th Birthday came and was great! I chose Salty Seniorita as the place to have my party and had a great time. I got such great gifts too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the cookie I got from Val and Wayne. It was SO TASTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SDdoRBsuI/AAAAAAAAArE/eKb6nV4O5k4/s1600/8.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/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SDdoRBsuI/AAAAAAAAArE/eKb6nV4O5k4/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473143992210272994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a Tiara that was hand made by Lindy: (actually almost everything was made by Lindy! Thanks Girly!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SDdXpV5EI/AAAAAAAAAq8/r4eZgCKac_8/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SDdXpV5EI/AAAAAAAAAq8/r4eZgCKac_8/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473143987748856898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my hand made Birthday Card Envelope! Made by Kristin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SDczFki4I/AAAAAAAAAq0/bTnGDISj_S8/s1600/6.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/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SDczFki4I/AAAAAAAAAq0/bTnGDISj_S8/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473143977935145858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My ABSOLUTE FAVORITE GIFT EVER!!!! Golden Snitch Earrings and a Necklace made to look like the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban&lt;/span&gt; book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SDXJOdPRI/AAAAAAAAAqs/bmlVGd6i44A/s1600/5.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/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SDXJOdPRI/AAAAAAAAAqs/bmlVGd6i44A/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473143880798780690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a Necklace made by Lindy and the Scrabble tile I won from her Blog Contest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SDWj4nKqI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Ll30orbqdpM/s1600/4.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/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SDWj4nKqI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Ll30orbqdpM/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473143870775044770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SDWNA3j6I/AAAAAAAAAqc/jXKMqn6oimE/s1600/3.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/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SDWNA3j6I/AAAAAAAAAqc/jXKMqn6oimE/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473143864635658146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a far away shot of all my goodies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SDV3Ln1pI/AAAAAAAAAqU/HLe5q6Rnm3A/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SDV3Ln1pI/AAAAAAAAAqU/HLe5q6Rnm3A/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473143858775185042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got this Balloon Hat from our Waitress at the bar! Fantastic! It was her own idea too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SHkNnJJwI/AAAAAAAAAtE/vZIBhPLKE38/s1600/12.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/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SHkNnJJwI/AAAAAAAAAtE/vZIBhPLKE38/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473148503360874242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ME double fistin it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SDk15ZpVI/AAAAAAAAArc/plp-VLkAsLk/s1600/11.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/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SDk15ZpVI/AAAAAAAAArc/plp-VLkAsLk/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473144116128359762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie got me candles for my 30th birthday and snuck them on my cookie. So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SDegjIscI/AAAAAAAAArU/0OTJnRXYLsU/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SDegjIscI/AAAAAAAAArU/0OTJnRXYLsU/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473144007318614466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in all my Birthday Gear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SDeWJqWQI/AAAAAAAAArM/wWYxIy4tzYY/s1600/9.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/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SDeWJqWQI/AAAAAAAAArM/wWYxIy4tzYY/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473144004527413506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lindy and Myself, So beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SDVb71NiI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Sbib0Vnrxk8/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SDVb71NiI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Sbib0Vnrxk8/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473143851461195298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday we had our 1st Annual All-Star BBQ. Jamie decided that he wanted to have a huge BBQ for all the clubs for a get together. It was a huge success! Here are a few pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my favorite shirt of the day. EPIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SE-MbmUDI/AAAAAAAAAs8/l7jlKfLW3bw/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SE-MbmUDI/AAAAAAAAAs8/l7jlKfLW3bw/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473145651185733682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SE5bu5kNI/AAAAAAAAAs0/qwcTebu1T8Y/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SE5bu5kNI/AAAAAAAAAs0/qwcTebu1T8Y/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473145569393873106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SE5E5uLPI/AAAAAAAAAss/-37uRuXGPqw/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SE5E5uLPI/AAAAAAAAAss/-37uRuXGPqw/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473145563265248498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SE437PJQI/AAAAAAAAAsk/WOhg-sv6jmw/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SE437PJQI/AAAAAAAAAsk/WOhg-sv6jmw/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473145559781942530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SE4RqHjVI/AAAAAAAAAsc/e3VtE4tPGlE/s1600/7.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/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SE4RqHjVI/AAAAAAAAAsc/e3VtE4tPGlE/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473145549509594450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SE4NCHGyI/AAAAAAAAAsU/QDjbyaej5N0/s1600/6.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/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SE4NCHGyI/AAAAAAAAAsU/QDjbyaej5N0/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473145548268051234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The BBQ caught on fire from the cheapy burger we bought and this is the result!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SExf5YyjI/AAAAAAAAAsM/4jdW9YSbTlE/s1600/5.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/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SExf5YyjI/AAAAAAAAAsM/4jdW9YSbTlE/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473145433072650802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SEwwGo_CI/AAAAAAAAAsE/I4OWzL76M2g/s1600/4.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/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SEwwGo_CI/AAAAAAAAAsE/I4OWzL76M2g/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473145420243336226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SEwqlkc_I/AAAAAAAAAr8/pa5cehWzRXM/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SEwqlkc_I/AAAAAAAAAr8/pa5cehWzRXM/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473145418762449906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SEwQuT8JI/AAAAAAAAAr0/JH3Jx_ObdP0/s1600/2.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/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SEwQuT8JI/AAAAAAAAAr0/JH3Jx_ObdP0/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473145411819794578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SEv1WGClI/AAAAAAAAArs/9NyEgkHTx78/s1600/1.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/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SEv1WGClI/AAAAAAAAArs/9NyEgkHTx78/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473145404470463058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all we spent a little dough, but it was totally worth it. I had a blast and people really liked the idea. We will for sure be having it again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-7540151010408340113?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/7540151010408340113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=7540151010408340113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/7540151010408340113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/7540151010408340113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2010/05/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S_SDdoRBsuI/AAAAAAAAArE/eKb6nV4O5k4/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-8089561124644201526</id><published>2010-04-16T13:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T13:47:01.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome</title><content type='html'>Things that I find awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter-&lt;br /&gt;She is getting so big and growing into a young lady. She's still got a bit of that kid thing going on, where she doesn't listen sometimes. However, it's the little things she does sometimes that seem so grown up. She's starting to do her own laundry and recently she got a new dress. I told her that I need her to put her laundry in the washer, and picked up the dress to see how to wash it. I told her that it needs to be washed in cold water, and she said " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, but should I wash it individually??" I just looked at her for a minute thinking, where did my little girl go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to cuddle with my husband in the morning-&lt;br /&gt;Jamie works a weird set of hours, so he's gone every morning when I wake up, except for Thursday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; Saturday. So the mornings that he is home, we get to cuddle in bed for a few minutes before the chaos of the morning ritual starts. It really makes you appreciate what you have, if you have to do without it for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Friends-&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I think Jamie and have have a really good group of friends. I know that not many people can say that. I don't have a lot of family, so having great friends is very important to me. Seems to me that we really lucked out. If you are reading this, you know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching nothing but green lights-&lt;br /&gt;Red lights suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tacos-&lt;br /&gt;Cause Tacos rule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes-&lt;br /&gt;SHOES!!!!! I HEART SHOES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday-&lt;br /&gt;I love my birthday because it's the only day that its ALL ABOUT ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books-&lt;br /&gt;I am an avid reader. I love books of all kinds. I covet the e-reader but only because I can buy books for cheap and download them in 60 seconds. I think I would really prefer to have an actual book in my hands though. A book can't short out on you, a book doesn't need to be charged. Technology is awesome, but there is something to be said for the old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;skool&lt;/span&gt; method when it comes to books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People with common sense-&lt;br /&gt;It is a very rare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;occurrence&lt;/span&gt; when you meet someone who has common sense. I talk to idiots all day long so it's very refreshing when I get to talk to that .0001% of the population that has common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being sick-&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am getting a chest cold. I hate being sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-8089561124644201526?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/8089561124644201526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=8089561124644201526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/8089561124644201526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/8089561124644201526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2010/04/awesome.html' title='Awesome'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-5599165295501445078</id><published>2010-04-12T17:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T18:46:15.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gremlin</title><content type='html'>Dear Fast Food Franchises and Employees,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a 30 minute break for lunch. I pull into your drive thru and I give you my specific order, and I give it to you very clearly enunciated. You read my order back to me and I verify that it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;correct&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between the buttons you are pushing, the printing of my order, my giving you money for the food, to the employee that makes the food, there must be an evil little Gremlin who jumbles my order around and gets everything mixed up. I can't figure out any other reason why my order, given and verified, would come to me incorrectly. I know that the employees can read because you had to fill out an application, right? So it can't be that. When I get my receipt I look at it to double check that it looks right and it does! There can't be that much difference between my receipt and your order up screen, right? It's gotta be the Gremlin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, please, please investigate this Gremlin that causes my order to come to me incorrectly. Save myself and my friends the anger of a wrong order! I beg of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-5599165295501445078?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/5599165295501445078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=5599165295501445078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/5599165295501445078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/5599165295501445078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2010/04/gremlin.html' title='The Gremlin'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-4336582766480989434</id><published>2010-04-04T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T10:05:22.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RIP Mom'/><title type='text'>5 years in the blink of an eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So today is the anniversary of my mom’s passing. It’s been 5 years. It’s amazing to me that it has been so long, because it still seems like it was just a couple months ago. There are so many things I wish she was around to see. There are so many things that I wish she was around to ask her about. Things that myself, my brothers, and my daughter got robbed of. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I haven’t talked about how she died and why with a lot of people. Only my husband and my best friend know what really happened, and I’m not sure they even know all of it. I have mentioned the situation to a couple of other people, but it still makes me sad, so I try not to talk about it. I think that not talking about it, for me, is the same as trying to run away from it. So I thought that on this 5&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; anniversary of her death (which I think is a weird way of saying it) that I would get it all out. Here goes…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My father was never really a part of my life. Towards the end of my mom’s life she admitted that she pushed my father out of our lives very early. Part of me agrees with that and there is another part of me that thinks if he really wanted to be a part of our lives, he would have fought for it. That’s neither here nor there though because it is what it is.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t really remember a lot before I was 10 years old. I remember bits and pieces. I remember when my mom was diagnosed with Lupus, in 1987, and how she was pregnant with my brother Mason when it happened. I remember her being very upset about it. They gave her 2 years to live. She survived for just about 18 years. I don’t know if this happened before or after she was diagnosed, but I remember my father doing dishes in our apartment, when we were living in California. I was standing in the kitchen watching him when all of a sudden he stopped and ran into the bedroom. I remember, very vividly, that my mom was bouncing on the bed and I thought it was funny. Then I noticed my dad was in a panic and screaming at me, 6 or 7 years old, to call 911. I remember he was shoving a brush in her mouth and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t know why. I remember the firemen and the paramedics getting to our apartment and taking my mom away. I remember being really afraid. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In 1990 we moved to Arizona. It was the beginning of the best years of my life. My father had been working in Arizona for a while, so we decided to move out here to be close to him. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t really work out. It turned out that the job in Arizona &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t long term, like they thought it was, and he was shipped back to California to work. He would come home after a couple of months to visit, but it really did nothing to create a relationship with him for any of us kids. He would come home, get shit faced and become an asshole. This went on for a long time. I don’t remember when it was he finally stopped drinking, but by then it was just too late for us to start a real relationship. My brother and I were teenagers and already angry at the way he had been with us. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So in 2000 I had my daughter, Carley. At this point my brother and I had already graduated high school, so my parents decided to move back to California. I had to go with them as I was unemployed and very young and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t able to support myself and a child. We moved to a town called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Clearlake&lt;/span&gt;, CA. The town was tiny and the lake did not live up to its name. Although I hated it there, I tried to make the best of it and got a job at Cheap Tickets, a 30 minute drive, and started taking general education classes in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Napa&lt;/span&gt;, a 2 hour drive, at a community college. Things were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; there for me and my brothers. I was still able to visit Arizona to see my best friend and on a 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; birthday trip for her, met my future husband. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Things were not so great for my mom. She kept getting sick and having to go to the hospital. The conditions in the place we were living were not good to have to do the dialysis she needed. She would get an infection, and that infection would get worse and she would go to the hospital and the condition would worsen, instead of get better. She developed an infection of the lining the holds your insides together. Every time she would get sick, she would eventually bounce back to 100%. During this time I moved back to Arizona. My mom would call me and I would call her and we would catch up and for the first time ever, I felt like an actual adult. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;During one of these phone calls I could tell that she was pretty upset. I asked her why and she told me that my father had gone to work in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Puerto&lt;/span&gt; Rico and while there he had an affair. We were all pretty devastated about it, but she and my dad had talked and they realized that there were things in their marriage that had suffered as a result of my mom’s disease (which I thought was a pretty bullshit move on my dad’s part, also the beginning of many shitty things to come) and they were trying to work things out. Things went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; for them for awhile, until he cheated again. This time was pretty serious, as he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t willing to work on things at home like he was before. He mentioned divorce to my mom and it broke her. I should say this is pretty much all my opinion of what happened, as I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t there to see it firsthand. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She was still having health problems and it seemed to us that she lost the will to fight to get better. Things went down very quickly and she was admitted to the hospital in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Napa&lt;/span&gt;. I have some guilt about this time because I was here and living my life, and I thought it was just another time in the hospital. The last time I talked to her she was in a lot of pain and asked if she could call me back. I never got to talk to her again. While my mom was in the hospital for the last time, they put her under for a surgery. She never came out of it. She was in a coma while the doctors were trying to heal her many infections. We were told that it was pretty hopeless. So my uncle flew me out to California to say good bye. My father was so upset by what was happening that he had to bring his girlfriend to the hospital for emotional support. He thought that it was a good idea to sit my brothers and me down at a table in the hospital cafeteria and have a chat about why he brought his girlfriend with him, and that we should be able to accept it. He thought that we should try to have a relationship with his new girlfriend eventually. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We all pretty much responded how you would think. With a big fuck you asshole. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I attempted to have a small relationship with him after that, looking for something I never really had. The resentment was too much. I blamed him, and still do to a certain extent, for my mom’s death. Part of me feels like if he had been there for her while she was in the hospital, if he had supported her and helped her try to recover, if he had been any kind of husband at all, that she would have gotten better and would still possibly be with us. The rational part of me says it was just her time. The emotional part of me is still very much upset about the circumstances surrounding her death and refuses to see reason. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am sure there are things that I have left out or forgotten.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, on this 5&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; anniversary of my mom’s death, I will raise a glass of iced tea in her honor. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love you mom. You were everything to me. I miss you always. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-4336582766480989434?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/4336582766480989434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=4336582766480989434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/4336582766480989434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/4336582766480989434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2010/04/5-years-in-blink-of-eye.html' title='5 years in the blink of an eye'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-5685403683012921446</id><published>2010-03-27T18:23:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T08:58:05.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thats not the right Alice'/><title type='text'>You've lost your Muchness!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it is already the end of March! Time Flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unemployment + Desperation = Crappy Job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of January looking for a job and found one! I started at my job on 02/01/10. Seems to me like I was looking for a very long time but, when compared to other people, I got lucky.  At least it seemed like luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MY JOB! I don't know if it is just that I was so spoiled at my last Job, or that I am older and less flexible than I used to be but I really, really hate this job.&lt;br /&gt;I am working in a call center doing tech support for people who have their own websites. At first I was excited to learn a new skill and something that I can use to help my husband with his website. I did learn a lot and I am still learning, however, this job is such bullshit. The call center roof leaks when it rains. There was a couple of times I got stuck at the desk underneath the leak. The solution? Put a bucket under the leak! RETARDED! Also, there are just some people that should NOT own a computer! &lt;div&gt;My schedule is Friday through Monday from 10:00 AM to 8:30 PM so I have no weekend. Call me spoiled, but I never expected to be working the weekend at this age.  Disappointing, for sure. I did, however, put in for a different shift and got the shift I requested! I am happy about that, as I no longer have to work weekends! I'll be working Monday through Friday from 10:30 AM to 7:00 PM. Not my favorite, but beggars can't be choosy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! I am on a quest for a new job! I applied at American Family for a position as a sales and service representative. It would be the same thing I was doing for Dale, but in a call center and I will have way more room to advance in position there. I have had a phone interview a typing test and a face to face interview. I should get a call next week for a 3rd and final interview over the phone.  I am so looking forward to getting this job!! I don't think I have ever appreciated what I had more than I do right now. I am counting on getting my ass outta this crappy place and into something better! This is a new call center here in Phoenix, and I am really looking forward to walking in there with no where to go but up! Cross your fingers for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Devastation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; = April 21, 2010 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am turning 30!!!! It's hard for me to wrap my head around that. I have lived 30 years already. 30 YEARS! Crazy. I feel old, but this is really nothing. Just a drop in the bucket of my life, provided I live to a ripe old age. I feel like there is so much I still want to do over the course of my life that I keep saying "I'll get to it". Well, when? When I am 40? I don't want to look back at my life when I am 75 or 80 and say, "Damn it! I should have taken that vacation to Australia while I could have!" Perhaps I am freaking out prematurely, but I can't help thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;So in a couple of weeks I will be the Dirty 30. Should be an interesting ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Around the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going good with the family for the most part. Carley is still having trouble in Math and has trouble being able to focus in school in the afternoon. I have been tossing around the idea of putting her on a medication that is 2 doses; one in the morning and one in the afternoon. I am reluctant to change because I don't want her to have to leave class to take her meds. It's something I need to talk to her Doctor about. Other than that she seems to be doing much better.&lt;br /&gt;Jamie and I are doing fantastic. Seems like it gets better and better between us every day. There are still issues to work on.... like.... Why is it impossible for him to take the trash out to the main trash can, instead of leaving it on the floor? and, Can you please place your dirty underwear in the laundry basket instead of on the floor next to it? Silly stuff like that, that aggravates me to no end, but really won't matter 50 years from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's Sunday. I am off to work now. Last day to work the weekends! I am very happy about that!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope your Sunday is FABULOUS!&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/3204287140466415829-5685403683012921446?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/5685403683012921446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=5685403683012921446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/5685403683012921446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/5685403683012921446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2010/03/youve-lost-your-muchness.html' title='You&apos;ve lost your Muchness!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-3185164299622033792</id><published>2009-12-31T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:33:31.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ready or not'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 here I come'/><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow. Today is the very last day of 2009. What a crappy year! It feel like I went through so much, but then when I look back at it, it still feels like it was all yesterday. Well, I say GOOD RIDDANCE to all of it and Welcome the New Year and a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this year will be a good one. I am actually making a Resolution this year. It’s my first time. I guess things change as you get older, but I never thought I would ever make a Resolution. I’m going with the familiar standard resolution of exercising more often and trying to watch what I eat and drink. This week was BINGE week! LOL, but the pants are starting to get tighter and tighter and I just don’t feel healthy. So while I am reluctant to say the word DIET, that’s pretty much what I’ll be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m ending 2009 with no job and, scarily, no prospect of a job.  The bright side of this is I get to spend more time with my Family, and I have all the time in the world to Exercise. The down side is (obviously) no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am determined not to let that get me down. Plenty of people are living lean right now, and plenty of people are making it work. Cutting back for the first time in my life should be interesting, to say the least. I have always been able to live comfortably and have been able to have unnecessary amenities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I say adieu to my DVR and my premium cable package. Adieu to the Victoria’s Secret credit account. Adieu (hopefully) to my gas guzzling vehicle. Adieu to having coke in the fridge constantly. Adieu to eating out. Adieu to everything awesome and unnecessary! Should be very interesting! I know my husband is going to have a hard time cutting back as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a great New Year’s Eve and a wonderful 2010. I know that I am determined to make it a better year. When you are down at the bottom, the only way to go is up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 2010 EVERYONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-3185164299622033792?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/3185164299622033792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=3185164299622033792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/3185164299622033792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/3185164299622033792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-8711890118391596783</id><published>2009-12-16T08:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T09:26:58.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A chipmunk in winter wear'/><title type='text'>Google for fun</title><content type='html'>I "borrowed" this idea from another blogger. I thought it would be fun and entertaining to see what happened with my name. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Googled: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tiffany looks like....&lt;/span&gt; and this is what Google came up with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tiffany looks like a fucking wildebeast!! Aaah!! That picture is scary as hell!! She looks like a drag queen. To Wong Foo, anyone? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dec 10, 2009 ... Inside Wall Street: Tiffany looks like a gem of a stock. Gene Marcial · Gene Marcial RSS Feed Dec 10th 2009 at 8:45AM. Text SizeAAA ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tiffany says. Tiffany looks like the high school girl all high school girls ... "I'm not 14 anymore, Tiffany' Babette says. "I can't look like you." ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oct 10, 2005 ... Tiffany looks like a chipmunk in winter wear. I DO kinda like the coat…just lose the crossed over look with that big assed scarf…YIKES! ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;TIFFANY LOOKS LIKE KATY PERRY. taeyeooooon~!!! 19 minutes ago from web. Shawdercore. Christine Rufila. Footer. © 2009 Twitter; About Us · Contact · Blog ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for shits and giggles I Googled &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tiffany smells like&lt;/span&gt;..... amazingly I only got one post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;posted on Monday, Mar 31, 2008 8:41PM [Report]. Tiffany smells like Hierophat. Timoo. posted on Friday, Oct 19, 2007 2:58PM [Report]. Hi Nice to meet you ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just ask what Hierophat is? Wikipedia here I come!&lt;br /&gt;Totally interseting, but too long to copy... Here's a link:&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hierophant"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hierophant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;iffany acts like......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oct 30, 2008 ... Tiffany acts like a bitch calling the clock on a player when his TOURNAMENT LIFE and a shot at NINE MILLION DOLLARS (not pesos) was on the ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to throw this one in, even though it doesn't really count....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.5) &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Apr 30, 2008 ... I actually know Tiffany personally also, and YES she is a crazy evil person. She is low class and acts like white trash. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tiffany Licks....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA! Just kidding... I can only guess at the amount of dirty shit that would have popped up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for fun... Google your name and see what happens. You might be amused!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-8711890118391596783?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/8711890118391596783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=8711890118391596783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/8711890118391596783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/8711890118391596783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2009/12/google-for-fun.html' title='Google for fun'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-5197335519633102158</id><published>2009-12-15T14:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T14:29:03.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind Control Aliens made me do it'/><title type='text'>My Subconscious is an Asshole</title><content type='html'>So last night I had a disturbing dream.&lt;br /&gt;I am certain that it was a product of all of the stress I am under, but it made me feel like an asshole.  I am looking for a new job because I am being laid off from my current on at the end of December. As of right this very minute I have applied for 180 positions, and I have had 2 interviews that have gone to the final level, but I have not been offered employment. Also, my husband had to go back to a job he hates so that he can get a steady source of income. That makes me feel bad. My daughter has started puberty and is acting like a maniac most of the time.  So, stress is my middle name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt about my daughter dying last night. I was (understandably) horribly crushed until I realized that I have a life insurance policy on her. Instantly (in the dream) I felt a sense of relief. I think this makes my subconscious an asshole. I would never ever be happy at the untimely death of my daughter and I know that I would feel less stressed if I wasn’t worried about money right now. So, I think that the fact that my daughter is driving me up the wall and I am uber stressed about money, made my mind put the two together. It was one of those dreams that you wake up from, only to go back to sleep and fall into the same dream again.  So, all of last night was spent in dreamland crying my eyes out and feeling like a jerk wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve also had dreams in which my husband is cheating on me and I wake up mad at him for no reason the next day. Like SUPER pissed. Then I realize I am an idiot and slowly get over it. Dreams are pretty powerful, and sometimes a little retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what I want to know is, Have you ever had any dream that made you feel like a selfish idiot or that have made you feel something through the next day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-5197335519633102158?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/5197335519633102158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=5197335519633102158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/5197335519633102158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/5197335519633102158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-subconscious-is-asshole.html' title='My Subconscious is an Asshole'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-1575440896553731888</id><published>2009-11-19T12:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T12:24:35.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Its the pits man'/><title type='text'>Yup, It's a Rant</title><content type='html'>They should (in my opinion) be SHOT-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.       People that hate Chick-Fil-A- How can you hate such yummy goodness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.       People that have an I *heart* my –insert dog/cat breed here- Ok. I get it. You love your pet. Do you have to advertise it? Really? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.       People that have a SKIN or SoCal sticker on their vehicle*- Dude. You look like a douche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.       People that hate Mayonnaise* – Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.       People that hate Facebook games* – You have a better way to be at work and have fun at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.       Girls that wear their pants tucked into their boots- Chick. You look like a douche and you are NOT a runway model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.       People that stop inside the crosswalk line at an intersection- You do know people WALK there, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.       People that turn left as you are turning right- You can’t wait 2 effing seconds for me to FINISH MY TURN before you execute yours? You’re an ass hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.       People that don’t pay attention to the change from the red light to the green arrow- If I’m the 3rd or 4th car in line, and you’re the first and you don’t go when that light changes, you end up  screwing me. I want to kick your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.   People that are in the left (or Fast) lane and they are driving 5 MPH UNDER the speed limit- WTF is WRONG with YOU?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.   People that ride their bikes on the wrong side of the road- they get pissed at you because you almost hit them, because you didn’t see them- BECAUSE THEY ARE ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE ROAD. I am not required to look to the right while I am making a right turn. YOU are the one that fucked up. Not me. Save the dirty looks for your mother. She should have taught you better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.   The people at the end of the Left turn line that think it’s OK to go thru a yellow light and the 15 people that follow- FUCK YOU. YOU ARE FUCKING UP MY CHANCE TO GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.   People that go out and Shop on Black Friday- Are you insane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.   Teenagers- yes all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.   Parents that buy their teenage children brand new cars- Cause because you can, doesn’t mean you should. I see them driving when you are not around. You just wasted $30,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.   The people that use the Left lane as their turning lane- How did you get a license?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I have friends that fall in this category. I love them, but, WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s my rant for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; :) Happy Holidays! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-1575440896553731888?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/1575440896553731888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=1575440896553731888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/1575440896553731888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/1575440896553731888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2009/11/yup-its-rant.html' title='Yup, It&apos;s a Rant'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-9028256907577633410</id><published>2009-10-19T13:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:19:23.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My lifeline'/><title type='text'>My phone</title><content type='html'>I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been noticing lately how much having a cell phone really changes your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can’t go anywhere without it, and go back to get it when I leave it at home. (There are tons of different ways of getting a hold of me…. I have a perfectly good phone at work, and I also have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, or email , but I NEED my phone!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Speed dial has completely messed up my ability to actually manually dial a whole phone number, correctly, on my first attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When I’m listening to the radio in my car and I hear a song I like, I think to myself…. “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;… I wonder what that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ringtone&lt;/span&gt; sounds like.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I laugh at people with ringers that sound like an actual phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The only reason I want an “I” or a “G” phone is so that I can have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; everywhere I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When I ask a question to a group of my friends, and no one knows the answer, I no longer have to wait to look it up online at home. They all have “I” or “G” phones, and look it up right on the spot! (This actually happened this weekend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I “butt dial” my friends more often than I intentionally call them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If I am fighting with my husband over the phone and one of us hangs up, the other will, without pause, continue the fight via text message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. 9 times out of 10 I will include &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; in one or more text message, without actually laughing out loud. Or even smiling…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I use my phone as my alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The amount of contacts in my phone is not directly proportional to the amount of people I actually talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-9028256907577633410?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/9028256907577633410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=9028256907577633410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/9028256907577633410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/9028256907577633410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-phone.html' title='My phone'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-4963976369947309069</id><published>2009-10-15T08:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T08:57:30.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mandatory sex party'/><title type='text'>It's really NOT what you think it is....</title><content type='html'>It’s all the rage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get an invite for a Baby Shower, or an Anniversary party. You go out buy your gift, pick a special outfit. You get there; you are required to pick a number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“UM, WEIRD, I’ve never had to pick a number before…..” You pick your number and are told to get into the next room. THERE ARE NAKED PEOPLE EVERYWHERE! HOLY SHIT Y’ALL! YOU’VE BEEN INVITED TO A MANDATORY SEX PARTY! There’s nothing you can do now, so get naked and get to screwin!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mandatory sex parties do not exist (to my knowledge). I’m just tryin to help a fellow Blogger out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-google-needs-is-mandatory-sex.html"&gt;http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-google-needs-is-mandatory-sex.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-4963976369947309069?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/4963976369947309069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=4963976369947309069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/4963976369947309069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/4963976369947309069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-really-not-what-you-think-it-is.html' title='It&apos;s really NOT what you think it is....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-5179944783528171250</id><published>2009-10-05T16:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:29:58.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Captain and coke please'/><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>Ever had one of those days? I have! Today was one, in fact. I need a drink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-5179944783528171250?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/5179944783528171250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=5179944783528171250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/5179944783528171250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/5179944783528171250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-7921212743922225213</id><published>2009-09-21T10:51:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:47:10.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EPIC PARTY'/><title type='text'>Bye Tom! Good Luck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday we had what was probably the BEST going away party EVER. We’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; had a couple for Jamie that were pretty dang great, but it seems like this one was above and beyond on the fun meter. Everyone was completely obliterated drunk, and having a GREAT time. It was seriously EPIC.&lt;br /&gt;We rented a VIP section at the Bar. Here’s a pic:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384006122779231858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SrfVCwDIxnI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ylSU0KCFQGY/s320/7825_135660263299_615173299_2537883_5295766_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty cool having this little room to ourselves. It was a little pricey; $150 for the room and a bottle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Skyy&lt;/span&gt; Vodka with unlimited Red Bull and Cranberry mixers. The bottle had a lock on it so that only our “hostess” could pour for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there early so by 9:00 PM the bottle was gone and we had to get another. It turns out that we went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; 3 bottles of vodka in one night. You may think that is a lot, but 1. You don’t know my friends, and 2. There were probably 35 to 40 if us there. It was awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t think of a better way to send someone to boot camp! Poor Tom was totally wasted and was ready to go home by 12:30 AM. He had a good time though and was still drunk the next day! Great send off, I think!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384005917350736098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SrfU2yxKsOI/AAAAAAAAAkw/koWvkHQb0q4/s320/7626_284483175397_769470397_8835231_3774454_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even old friends that we haven’t seen in AGES showed up! Thanks to you Tracey, Alicia, and Ryan! It was great to see you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384006509582506338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SrfVZRAOWWI/AAAAAAAAAmY/uO73EelQXUc/s320/7825_135660523299_615173299_2537920_272959_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some general debauchery pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I think we may have had WAY too much fun!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384006698252861282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SrfVkP2vf2I/AAAAAAAAAnI/UkrIuQgkpZQ/s320/7825_135660683299_615173299_2537948_6436529_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384006685955785138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SrfVjiC5AbI/AAAAAAAAAnA/pgB1i4JJURQ/s320/7825_135660733299_615173299_2537956_3734084_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384006676854492386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SrfVjAI-TOI/AAAAAAAAAm4/I5VGpxve-BA/s320/7825_135660753299_615173299_2537959_6274024_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384006673318962050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SrfViy-CY4I/AAAAAAAAAmw/XnCaoV2iY6M/s320/7825_135660813299_615173299_2537967_1793745_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 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TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SrfVBdeigGI/AAAAAAAAAlA/U7VPJ8a7KDk/s320/7626_284483325397_769470397_8835254_2615240_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384005894323627554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SrfU1c_E5iI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Irt1WDxavPc/s320/7626_284483150397_769470397_8835228_958409_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384005900043350514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SrfU1ySw8fI/AAAAAAAAAkg/MSfJKes26iE/s320/7626_284483155397_769470397_8835229_3848883_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384005910139550754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SrfU2X54vCI/AAAAAAAAAko/myl2WpqbCKM/s320/7626_284483165397_769470397_8835230_7189578_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384006113473163698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SrfVCNYZcbI/AAAAAAAAAlI/EMBhxt406LE/s320/7626_284483370397_769470397_8835258_4198356_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384006093349523426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SrfVBCajD-I/AAAAAAAAAk4/nmFOQDGoI6k/s320/7626_284483290397_769470397_8835249_3712269_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;good luck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to you Thomas! I hope you have a great time there and make the most out of it. It’s not every day that you get to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; 9 weeks of hardcore kick your ass-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will all miss you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SrfVZ6SLDtI/AAAAAAAAAmg/x8ZMi-65xng/s1600-h/7825_135660543299_615173299_2537923_6711184_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384006520663641810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SrfVZ6SLDtI/AAAAAAAAAmg/x8ZMi-65xng/s320/7825_135660543299_615173299_2537923_6711184_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SrfVY8pmVLI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Y3w_jySJIbE/s1600-h/7825_135660498299_615173299_2537916_7357401_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384006504118899890" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SrfU1O45shI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/rYy4HLSIXEo/s320/7626_284482715397_769470397_8835169_3448763_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-7921212743922225213?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/7921212743922225213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=7921212743922225213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/7921212743922225213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/7921212743922225213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2009/09/bye-tom-good-luck.html' title='Bye Tom! Good Luck!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SrfVCwDIxnI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ylSU0KCFQGY/s72-c/7825_135660263299_615173299_2537883_5295766_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-687401741909428159</id><published>2009-09-17T14:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:35:39.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old farts rule'/><title type='text'>Oh no!</title><content type='html'>I am sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally realized, today, that I am now an actual ADULT.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a high school about a mile away from our office and the kids get out around now. I was out back smoking and some kids drove through the parking lot blasting loud music and generally being idiots, and all I could do was roll my eyes. I find myself rolling my eyes at those youngsters more often than not, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it hit me. How did I become so intolerant of teenagers? I obviously used to be one! The answer…. I AM OLD NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t think I was old. I’m not even 30 yet (8 months away!!!). This is just confirmation that I am going to be one of those old persons that yell at everyone for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT could be fun, now that I think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-687401741909428159?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/687401741909428159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=687401741909428159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/687401741909428159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/687401741909428159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-no.html' title='Oh no!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-2133750031645746543</id><published>2009-09-11T09:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T09:46:52.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was THIS close!</title><content type='html'>This morning I almost &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=shart"&gt;Sharted&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-2133750031645746543?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/2133750031645746543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=2133750031645746543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/2133750031645746543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/2133750031645746543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-was-this-close.html' title='It was THIS close!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-4321618444613304501</id><published>2009-09-09T09:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T09:52:32.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADD update</title><content type='html'>We started Carley on ADD medication on the 9t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; of August so it's been exactly a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;month&lt;/span&gt; today. Things have been going really well for Carley. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;She's&lt;/span&gt; feeling better, she's able to focus more, she's getting better grades, she's finishing her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;homework&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in class&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and she just in a way better mood. I attribute the better mood to her not getting in trouble as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;often&lt;/span&gt; as she used to. She still gets yelled at every once in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;awhile&lt;/span&gt;, but it's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; like it used to be. Because of her attitude change she and I have has the best relationship we've had in about a year. We actually like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; again. It's amazing to me. I'm happy that it's working and she's happy and therefore we are all happy! There have been a few side effects I've noticed, but they are calming down now that she's adjusting to the medication. The benefits &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;greatly &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;out way the side effects in this situation.&lt;br /&gt;So happy is a great thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-4321618444613304501?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/4321618444613304501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=4321618444613304501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/4321618444613304501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/4321618444613304501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2009/09/add-update.html' title='ADD update'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-2373891034925993273</id><published>2009-09-09T09:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T09:43:14.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and outta control'/><title type='text'>argh! I'm back.....</title><content type='html'>Vegas was a blast! We had a great weekend. It totally felt like non-stop fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was our recovery day, but Saturday night we went right back out and got our party on! Sunday was a little miserable, with the drive, and Monday was worse because I had a whole weekend of stuff to do in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I actually got a Vacation, but it didn't really feel like I got any time off. We were going, going, going all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we started putting our new shed together. I had NO IDEA what a pain the the behind that was going to be! Wow, if they could make the instructions any more confusing! There were probably 200 screws in a bag and we got 3 bags of them! So that took a few hours of our Monday morning, and then we had a few people over for a BBQ and our weekend was done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't want to come back to work on Tuesday. I think I need to win the lottery, start my own business and find someone to run it for me. Then I could pop in and work when I want to, and if I don't.... all the better. I think I would probably start an arcade, or a nail salon. I have always said that if I won the lottery I would build a super cool, super cheap bar, but I think that would be too much work for what I have in mind. LAZINESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for the short week after a holiday though. HOWEVER, I have to start working every other Saturday. It's only for 3 hours, but that I think makes it worse. I work from 9:00 AM to Noon, so my whole morning is shot. On the plus side, I get to take off 3 hours early during the week. Still, the thought of actually getting up to come to work on a SATURDAY is disturbing. I reiterate my need to win the lottery. Good bye Saturday and Sunday working. Although, I'm sure I would have a better chance at winning the lottery if I actually played it. I never know what numbers to choose. Birthdays?..... That's really all I got. Oh well, a girl can dream I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping that YOU don't have to work Saturday's. If you do, I'm feelin your pain! If you work Sunday's, I am truely sorry for your loss. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-2373891034925993273?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/2373891034925993273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=2373891034925993273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/2373891034925993273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/2373891034925993273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2009/09/argh-im-back.html' title='argh! I&apos;m back.....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-2047750408665695322</id><published>2009-09-02T13:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:06:41.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that is'/><title type='text'>I plead the 5th</title><content type='html'>Anniversaries are funny things. They mean something different to everyone or every couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is our 5th wedding anniversary. We thought that the 5th year was a pretty big deal, but according to my friends, they either did nothing, or have been married so long they don’t remember what they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jamie and I are heading out of Las Vegas for the BIG 5! I am so excited! I need this break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, thinking about this anniversary got me wondering about what gift I was going to give him. Did I want to go traditional, or modern? While I was looking for what type of gift to give him I ran across a website that lists the traditional and modern gifts, and thought some of them were quite interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the ones I like the most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st year-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditional: Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern:  Plastic/Clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually followed the traditional path for our first anniversary and got him a message in a bottle. It was pretty cool.  I came is a wooden crate and the bottle was filled with a romantic message and had sand and little sea shells in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plastic seems like a lame gift to give someone. Here, babe, it’s a swatch watch! Happy Anniversary, Love you. LOL. I ended up going with the clock idea for our second anniversary. It was a pretty clock, and looked modern as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th Year-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditional: Wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern: Silverware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of followed the traditional gift when I got Jamie his gift this year. I included a little wooden heart with a message scroll in the basket, but that was all that was wooden. I don’t think I would want silverware. That’s like saying: “Honey, get your ass in that kitchen and serve me some grub!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th year-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditional: Bronze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern: Appliance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way I think we lose out on this gift giving year.  Bronze is so 1970 and an appliance is just lame. Well, to me it’s lame. I could probably get Jamie some sort of appliance for his cars and he would be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th year-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditional: Tin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern: Aluminum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another crap year! I really wonder who decided that Tin and Aluminum were great gifts on your 10th anniversary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s an interesting fact: For years 16 through 19 there were no traditional gifts. It’s like they didn’t think any marriage was going to last, but then the tradition starts up again at 20. However, at 20 years the increments go to 30 and then do every 5 years. EX: 30 years, 35 years, 40 years, all the way to 60 and then skip to 75 and end there. At least that was all the information I could find about it. Towards the end the gifts start getting smaller but more expensive. They mostly consist of jewels and Gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought it was interesting how we haven’t changed all that much in the way of gift giving, and how 2 people who know each other so well can have no clue what to get one another and have to resort to looking up what’s traditional and what’s modern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we are going to take a trip to Las Vegas to celebrate. There will be much love, drinking, and laughing. I think it's the perfect way to get away with your other half. We have, very much, been looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, so I ended up getting him a basket filled with romantic things for our weekend, and he got me a car stereo and speakers! I have been wanting that for AGES. Thanks love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-2047750408665695322?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/2047750408665695322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=2047750408665695322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/2047750408665695322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/2047750408665695322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-plead-5th.html' title='I plead the 5th'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-3997980915970345571</id><published>2009-08-17T12:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:34:19.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I concur!</title><content type='html'>Got this email from a friend today. I have to say that I agree with 90% of it!&lt;br /&gt;Funny Stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thoughts of the Day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can't wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that's not only better, but also more directly involves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you're going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you're crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letters T and G are very close to each other on a keyboard. This recently became all too apparent to me and consequently I will never be ending a work email with the phrase "Regards" again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn't work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ's. We just figured it out. Today's kids are soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a great need for sarcasm font.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the fuck was going on when I first saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really, really gets it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I hit a new low at an open bar. I had already hopped on highway blackout when, inevitably I had to find a bathroom. Eventually I decided it was probably on the other side of the bar so I tried to walk over there, but ran into a guy coming the other way. We played that, Both go left, Both go right game to no avail, so I finally put out my hand to guide myself past and that's is when I realized, yup, that's a mirror I just tried to walk through. And the guy on the other side is me. Even cats can recognize their own image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was learning cursive really necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test is absolutely petrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's Municipal League baseball team is named the Stepdads. Seeing as none of the guys on the team are actual stepdads, I inquired about the name. He explained, "Cuz we beat you, and you hate us." Classy, bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever someone says "I'm not book smart, but I'm street smart", all I hear is "I'm not real smart, but I'm imaginary smart".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear what they said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a dick from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I have to spell a word over the phone using 'as in' examples, I will undoubtedly draw a blank and sound like a complete idiot. Today I had to spell my boss's last name to an attorney and said "Yes that's G as in...(10 second lapse)..ummm...Goonies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to officially coin the phrase 'catching the swine flu' to be used as a way to make fun of a friend for hooking up with an overweight woman. Example: "Dave caught the swine flu last night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad decisions make good stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don't mind if I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or do high school girls get sluttier &amp;amp; sluttier every year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I'm from, this shouldn't be a problem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren't doing anything productive for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't want to have to restart my collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren't watching this. It's only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching the Olympics, I find myself cheering equally for China and USA. No, I am not of Chinese descent, but I am fairly certain that when Chinese athletes don't win, they are executed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Damnit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I meet a new girl, I'm terrified of mentioning something she hasn't already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it's on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that if, years down the road when I'm trying to have a kid, I find out that I'm sterile, most of my disappointment will stem from the fact that I was not aware of my condition in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn't know what do to with it. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, hitting the G-spot, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet my ass everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day "Dad what would happen if you ran over a ninja?" How the hell do I respond to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really pisses me off when I want to read a story on CNN.com and the link takes me to a video instead of text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the freezer deserves a light as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I ordered takeout, and when I looked in the bag, saw they had included four sets of plastic silverware. In other words, someone at the restaurant packed my order, took a second to think about it, and then estimate d that there must be at least four people eating to require such a large amount of food. Too bad I was eating by myself. There's nothing like being made to feel like a fat bastard before dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-3997980915970345571?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/3997980915970345571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=3997980915970345571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/3997980915970345571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/3997980915970345571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-concur.html' title='I concur!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-2835857129490580354</id><published>2009-08-14T13:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T13:29:36.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Be cool Stay in School'/><title type='text'>Silly Rabbit, Rules are for NERDS</title><content type='html'>ADD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started Carley on ADD meds last Sunday and I am so impressed with the improvement they have made with her anger and bad attitude!! It’s like a totally different kid in there! She seems so much happier now too. She keeps saying (with a little bit of awe) “Mom, I haven’t gotten in trouble at all this week!” So that has been going really well, and I hope that it continues into this new school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Man! It’s back to school time already! Seems like time flies so much when you are an adult. We went to Carley’s meet the teacher night last night and we told of some very interesting changes in the school program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Field Trips-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on if any parent wants to go on a school field trip, they have to take a Parent Volunteer Class. It’s a 30 minute class and it’s good for 5 years, but I am wondering if I agree with it or not. I suppose it really doesn’t matter because I’m going to have to do it anyway. One half of me feels like this is probably a good thing, because not all parents have it altogether. There are some parents that just shouldn’t have kids, but do those types of parents really go on field trips as chaperones? Then the other half of me is sort of insulted that they think I need to take a class to walk around the zoo with 5 kids. Well, like I said I suppose it really doesn’t matter cause I have to take the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classroom Snacks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Arizona Health Department has stepped in and decided that all treats brought into the classroom now have to include at least 1 gram of Fiber. WHAT THE HELL? This is possibly the most retarded rule I have ever heard of! So not only do I have to bring in STORE bought items, NOW they have to have FIBER. I can bring in RAISINS for my kids birthday.  This potential ruins all in school parties and functions forever! I wholeheartedly disagree with this new rule. If I was Calvin I would be on my truck’s back window pissing on this rule. Do we have to ruin EVERYTHING fun about school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are sharing PE, Music, and Art teachers with another school. Don’t even get me started on the budget cuts issue though. GRRR…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So aside from all of this crappiness, I got to meet Carley’s new teacher. She seems very nice. But, really... would she come off as bitchy when we are meeting her for the first time? Probably not. She’s a sports fanatic, so that’s going to be a bit of a change for Carley. Hopefully it will get her into sports or some outdoor activities a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carley has a student teacher in her classroom this year, and it just so happens that I went to school with this girl. I think she graduated the year after me. So that was a little bit of a trip.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I also think it’s crazy how many friends my daughter has! We were walking thru the school and she’s constantly saying hello to people and all of her little girlfriends are running up to her and squealing and such. It’s so funny how quickly you forget that school is cliques and groups and silly girls and boy trying to act cool. Ah, to be 10 again. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday is the big day for Carley. She said she wasn’t excited, but once she got to the school and saw all her friends and got the supply list she was raring to go. This makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ass Hat-&lt;br /&gt;(or one more thing that pisses me off endlessly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the “Father” front; Carley mentioned that she wants to start going back to her Dad’s house again and that she would just deal with her evil step mom. I discussed it with Jamie and he said that if she wants to go, we should let her. So she is going over there this weekend. I’m not sure how I feel about it except that I want to rip her stepmom’s head off still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m torn between recognizing a lost cause when I see one, knowing that she really doesn’t care how I feel, and talking to her about what happened. I know that if I start a conversation about it, it will just turn into an argument, so I’m leaning towards just leaving the issue lie. BUT, I really hate her. I really, really want to punch her in the face… repeatedly. *SIGH*  I guess I will just save my hatred up until the day Carley turns 18 and then I will unleash it. It should be glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then... I will just beat my husband. He quite enjoys it. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-2835857129490580354?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/2835857129490580354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=2835857129490580354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/2835857129490580354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/2835857129490580354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2009/08/silly-rabbit-rules-are-for-nerds.html' title='Silly Rabbit, Rules are for NERDS'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-2766965647344170422</id><published>2009-07-23T14:46:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T15:50:20.372-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss my kitty'/><title type='text'>Weekend Fun and Monday Sadness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stinky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/Smje_DDb-SI/AAAAAAAAAh4/r-RWf-gbMb0/s1600-h/Tiff"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361780531117422882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/Smje_DDb-SI/AAAAAAAAAh4/r-RWf-gbMb0/s320/Tiff%27s+Pictures+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been trying to update since last Monday!!!! I was in the process of writing a new post when I found out that my Kitty had been killed over the weekend last weekend. :( It was a very sad day for my husband and I. Stinky was our first cat together. She earned her name when we first picked her up from the human society. She had a terrible upper respiratory infection and she stank to high heaven. So Jamie decided that Stinky should be her name and it just stuck! She was a great cat. I had her when Jamie was in training for his job and he was away all the time. She would sleep with me every night. This was a cat the cuddled!!! She was a whiney bitchy cat, but most cats are and I loved her dearly. It makes my heart heavy for her to be gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361780534990517186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/Smje_Re2s8I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Lj8lcpyM23Y/s320/Tiff%27s+Pictures+175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;R.I.P. Stinky. I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vacation!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a fantastic vacation! Jamie and I went to Minnesota for a Marriage Enrichment. It's great stuff they teach us, and everything is paid for! We had a big 'ole blast up there. There's not much to do, but we found enough fun for 20 people! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We flew in on Thursday and checked into the hotel. This Hotel was decent but not worth what Jamie's work paid for it, that's for sure! Here's a picture of our window in our room-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361781787969282530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SmjgINMRYeI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/BQzBHOLfYYU/s320/Pxdi2jev.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yup! That little sliver of light was our window! Even better was the view! All we could see was the Roof! Terrible! Totally not worth the money paid. I would have been mad if we had had to pay out of pocket, that's for sure! This is what the weather looked like all weekend too! It was a cold 65 degrees and sunny when we got there Thursday, but by Friday it was in the 50's and cloudy! For sure a change from our 115 degrees!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361781782504098898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SmjgH41RTFI/AAAAAAAAAiI/bxL1dsW1JPk/s320/Pxdi2hw7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we checked in and got ready and went downtown. Jamie made us Dinner reservations at a Brazilian Steakhouse. LET ME TELL YOU!!!! If you EVER have the chance to eat at a Brazilian Steakhouse, TAKE IT! This was probably the most fabulous dinner I have ever had!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Directly from the Website-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dining Experience&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Sit down, relax, and enjoy a drink while we explain the Fogo® dining experience.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Visit our gourmet salad and sides bar. Enjoy over 30 items including fresh cut vegetables, imported cheeses, cured meats and Brazilian side dishes.&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Turn your card green side up, signaling that you are ready for our gaucho chefs to begin tableside service.&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Choose from the 15 cuts of delectable fire roasted meats that are brought to your table, sliced, and served by our gaucho chefs. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(They all walk by your table with Meat on skewers and offer you what they have. It was amazing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Step 5: When you are satisfied, flip the disc to the red side until you are ready for more offerings.&lt;br /&gt;Step 6: If you wish, end the meal with one of our delicious desserts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;These are all of the different types of meats they have-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fogodechao.com/menu/meats/picanha/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PICANHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pea-CAN-ya&lt;br /&gt;Our signature steak, Picanha is a prime cut of top sirloin. The picanha cut is very popular in the churrascarias of Southern Brazil. At Fogo de Chão, our gaucho chefs carefully carve each piece, just as the gauchos before them have done for hundreds of years.&lt;br /&gt;Fogo® prepares picanha two different ways. We offer the traditional light seasoning, and a more robust garlic seasoned version. Both are equally delicious and grilled to juicy perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fogodechao.com/menu/meats/filet-mignon/"&gt;FILET MIGNON&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fil-AY min-YON&lt;br /&gt;Filet mignon is known as the most tender of cuts. At Fogo, our gaucho chefs expertly prepare your filet mignon from the most flavorful part of the beef tenderloin. Once seasoned, the filet is grilled to perfect tenderness.&lt;br /&gt;For those who prefer filet mignon wrapped in bacon, Fogo® offers a delicious bacon-wrapped version. Each delectable piece is seasoned lightly and grilled rotisserie style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fogodechao.com/menu/meats/beef-ancho/"&gt;BEEF ANCHO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beef AN-cho&lt;br /&gt;Beef ancho is cut from the prime part of the rib eye. The beautiful marbling on the rib eye provides its superb flavor, juiciness and texture, making this one of the most popular steaks at Fogo®.&lt;br /&gt;The gaucho chefs know that such a finely marbled cut of beef needs a light hand when it comes to seasoning. They apply just a touch before grilling the steak, rotisserie style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fogodechao.com/menu/meats/alcatra/"&gt;ALCATRA&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;al-CAT-ra&lt;br /&gt;Alcatra is a special cut of top sirloin originating in the steakhouses of Southern Brazil. Like picanha, alcatra is a popular cut in Brazil. The gaucho chefs at Fogo® custom cut each piece of alcatra for our guests.&lt;br /&gt;Many of our Brazilian-trained gaucho chefs hone their skills in our restaurants in Brazil before coming to the United States. It is there they learn to properly cut alcatra, season it lightly, and grill it to delicious perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fogodechao.com/menu/meats/fraldinha/"&gt;FRALDINHA&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fral-DIN-ya&lt;br /&gt;In Brazil, bottom sirloin is called fraldinha. Though it may be difficult to pronounce, you will enjoy the taste of fraldinha. Because of the strong marbling characteristics, fraldinha has an unmatched juiciness and robust flavor. Whenever people gather on a farm in Southern Brazil to enjoy churrasco (bbq), fraldinha is sure to be on the grill.&lt;br /&gt;Fraldinha is one of the most distinctive and flavorful cuts of meat from Southern Brazil. At Fogo, our gaucho chefs hand select and grill each piece of fraldinha before carving it tableside for our guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fogodechao.com/menu/meats/costela/"&gt;COSTELA&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;co-STELL-a&lt;br /&gt;Tender, juicy beef ribs expertly prepared by the gaucho chefs at Fogo®. These fall-off-the-bone ribs are first lightly seasoned. Then they are grilled for several hours to capture their rich natural flavor.&lt;br /&gt;A favorite in Southern Brazil, our gaucho chefs proudly offer costela to Fogo’s North American guests as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fogodechao.com/menu/meats/cordeiro/"&gt;CORDEIRO&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cor-DAY-roo&lt;br /&gt;Cordeiro is how Brazilians say fresh lamb. And Fogo® is known for our savory preparation of cordeiro.&lt;br /&gt;The gaucho chefs at Fogo de Chão® offer guests both succulent lamb chops and tender leg of lamb, imported from New Zealand. Each is gently flavored with our special fresh mint marinade, perfectly grilled and served tableside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fogodechao.com/menu/meats/frango/"&gt;FRANGO&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRAHN-go&lt;br /&gt;In Brazil, frango means chicken. Following the tradition of the churrascarias of Rio Grande do Sul in Southern Brazil, Fogo’s gaucho chefs prepare frango two different ways. Guests may enjoy chicken legs lightly basted in our special marinade. Or, savor our bacon wrapped chicken breasts kissed with a hint of seasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fogodechao.com/menu/meats/costela-de-porco/"&gt;COSTELA DE PORCO&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;co-STELL-a gee PO-co&lt;br /&gt;Mouthwatering baby back pork ribs skillfully roasted by Fogo’s Brazilian-trained gaucho chefs. A favorite in the churrascarias of Southern Brazil, the secret to costela de porco at Fogo de Chão® is the seasoning. A careful blend of our wet and dry rub keep the ribs tender and enhance their natural flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fogodechao.com/menu/meats/lombo/"&gt;LOMBO&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOM-bo&lt;br /&gt;Another house specialty from Southern Brazil, the gaucho chefs at Fogo de Chão® start by hand selecting the finest pork loin available. The pork loin is sliced into filets and encrusted with a rich Parmesan cheese coating before roasting over an open flame. The result is a unique and delectable flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fogodechao.com/menu/meats/linguica/"&gt;LINGUICA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lin-GWEE-sa&lt;br /&gt;Linguica is a Brazilian-style, cured pork sausage. The sausage originated in Portugal, and gained popularity in Brazil during colonial times. At Fogo, our linguica is flavored with our own special blend of seasonings, created to complement the many flavors of churrasco (bbq).&lt;br /&gt;Brazilian linguica is known for its wonderfully robust flavor. The gaucho chefs at Fogo® prepare linguica on the rotisserie until the outside is perfectly crisp and the inside is hot and juicy. For centuries, linguica has been an integral part of the churrascaria experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All of these cuts of meat were amazing!!! There was some chicken in there too, but I don't see it on this menu. Anyway, it was the cream of the crop as far as meats go. &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt;, not only do they have all of these meats, but they have a Salad Bar and Side Dishes to go with it all!!! Needless to say Jamie and I were stuffed by the time we got out of there. It was awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before dinner we had drinks at a place called Sneaky Pete's (yes babes, you were right) and that was a cool little bar. Well we ened up going back there after we ate and had a TOTAL BLAST!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362087171357050546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/Smn1329qhrI/AAAAAAAAAjY/OLvKsPnw9oE/s320/Pxdi2cop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362087163148510178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/Smn13YYmI-I/AAAAAAAAAjA/AGN9pjFoH4U/s320/Pxdi1fee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was our bartender posing with one of our cards. She was SO friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362087163395140274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/Smn13ZTZarI/AAAAAAAAAjI/KVVdfqXAvqw/s320/Pxdi1gyt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We are such goof balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362086865379568658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/Smn1mDG8rBI/AAAAAAAAAiY/t0FyLzDw8XY/s320/Pxdi3i28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362086871108418898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/Smn1mYcz_VI/AAAAAAAAAig/GT2gc7njk04/s320/Pxdi3jp9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362086875268756066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/Smn1mn8tsmI/AAAAAAAAAio/vBz4hVFcE2c/s320/Pxdi27we.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Friday and Saturday we went to The Mall of America. It's a CRAZY place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363260574444556690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/Sm4hE6GgEZI/AAAAAAAAAjo/u5Qwjn20mlU/s320/Pxdi2l4i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You go in this entrance and go up the escaltor and the first thing you see at the top is this Carousel! They have an entire amusement park in the middle of the mall! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363260582985938482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/Sm4hFZ67NjI/AAAAAAAAAjw/rFLY-Kawqt4/s320/Pxdi2mse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is the log ride. It goes right up next to the side of the 3rd floor. It's crazy looking over a blaconey at this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363260589475157954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/Sm4hFyGE18I/AAAAAAAAAkI/CsUTvTJ6QNA/s320/Pxdi347k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We went up the the 4th floor and they have a Cantina there and Jamie got this burrito. The biggest burrito I have ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363260584960210354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/Sm4hFhRoNbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Mr6Csojbrtc/s320/Pxdi2s0r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Saturday we went back to the mall and went to Bubba Gumps. After that we went next door and hung out at Kokomo's and they have these little Tiki guys everywhere. Cute! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363260593004116994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/Sm4hF_PcfAI/AAAAAAAAAkA/cF0gsv8pWc8/s320/Pxdi3on7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all it was a great vacation. This last Saturday we had a birthday party for our Friend Tom.  That was a lot of fun, but my Camera wasn't charged and I couldn't find the charger, so I don't have any pictures! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, I'm glad I finally got this post up, and I'm sure I'll have another update for you shortly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;TTYL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-2766965647344170422?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/2766965647344170422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=2766965647344170422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/2766965647344170422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/2766965647344170422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-fun-and-monday-sadness.html' title='Weekend Fun and Monday Sadness'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/Smje_DDb-SI/AAAAAAAAAh4/r-RWf-gbMb0/s72-c/Tiff%27s+Pictures+173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-2302819378326502554</id><published>2009-07-10T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:14:08.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WAH'/><title type='text'>I'm whiney</title><content type='html'>I have a skinny person dilemma. Believe you me; I am not trying to illicit sympathy. I just wanna bitch about something and this has been on my mind for awhile. SO for all of you that hate skinny people whining about our problems, please tune out for this installment.&lt;br /&gt;My dilemma: I have some parts that have developed into adult size clothing, and some that are still stuck on Junior.&lt;br /&gt;To explain- My waist is Junior and my Thighs are Adult. My boobs are junior but my upper arms are adult. This makes it pretty hard for me to find comfortable clothing!&lt;br /&gt;I cannot buy long sleeve junior shirts or sweaters. Apparently my upper arms are all about the adulthood cause the matured WAY before the rest of me! This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t as much of a problem for me as pants are though.&lt;br /&gt;I have on a pair of jeans that are a size 5* in juniors. Apparently when you are a junior’s size 5* your thighs are TEENY TINY! My jeans bunch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unattractively&lt;/span&gt; when I walk and I have to wear a belt, otherwise I’ll be advertising my crescent to everyone. Even with a belt I have to pull my pants up when I stand up or they bunch and I look like I dropped a load in my pants! &lt;br /&gt;Why not skip the junior pants? Well it’s because I am a size 2 in women’s. Have you ever tried to find a size 2 in women’s? Almost impossible. Not to mention that when I buy a size 2 pant, they are hanging off of me.  Then I have a height issue. I cannot go to your regular department store and buy pants b/c they end up being high waters after one wash. SO I have to order them. The only websites that make pants with an inseam long enough for a Sasquatch are Junior’s websites! These websites are the bane of my existence. They are expensive and the clothes are made for the smallest teenagers imaginable! Like you seriously have to be a size Zero to fit into a size 3 made by them! SO I have to guess at what size I need to order and then if they don’t fit I have to pay to ship them back!  It’s really irritating.&lt;br /&gt;*so yeah you guessed it, my size 5’s are actually a size 7 on the label.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t even get me started on trying to buy Dress Pants!! Every pair of dress pants I own has the hem taken out of them b/c they are never long enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hate me or sympathize…. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t matter. I just wanted to bitch about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-2302819378326502554?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/2302819378326502554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=2302819378326502554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/2302819378326502554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/2302819378326502554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-whiney.html' title='I&apos;m whiney'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-6371685685944206445</id><published>2009-07-06T15:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:26:02.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peeved'/><title type='text'>Pissed</title><content type='html'>Things that piss me off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-          Mondays&lt;br /&gt;-          Being asked to select one to continue in English. Since when is English a secondary language? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; I have to select one if I want to continue in Spanish?&lt;br /&gt;-          Even having a continue in Spanish selection for companies based in the USA&lt;br /&gt;-          Tuesdays&lt;br /&gt;-          Automated phone menus that are voice response. They ALWAYS react to some damn background noise!&lt;br /&gt;-          People that drive minus 2 MPH over speed bumps. Really? Are you serious? Also, a special ‘&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WTF,&lt;/span&gt; are you a retard?’ to the people that do this in their 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WD&lt;/span&gt; vehicles. I hate you with a passion and someday I will run one of you over.&lt;br /&gt;-          Wednesdays&lt;br /&gt;-          People that are waiting to cross as you drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; a parking lot and don’t acknowledge that you made a special stop just for their fat asses to cross. A nice wave, or a head nod is all I’m asking. YES, I CAN RUN YOU OVER IF I CHOOSE. Douche bags.&lt;br /&gt;-          Scary movies that are rated PG-13. Please! Don’t bother making them cause we all know that they are going to be retarded and geared for teenagers. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;-          Thursdays&lt;br /&gt;-          People that get pissed off that they are being solicited by our company. Maybe you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t take economics 101, but that’s how companies MAKE MONEY. There are plenty of people out there that will buy our stuff from a postcard, but we are supposed to know that YOU are too good to get shanghaied into buying our stuff. We are supposed to be psychic? I don’t mind that you request to be removed from our list, but don’t curse at me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;-          Friday’s until 5PM. Then Fridays are the best.&lt;br /&gt;-          Customers that think they know more about insurance then I do. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;-          Commercials in the movies. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you have anything that pisses you off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-6371685685944206445?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/6371685685944206445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=6371685685944206445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/6371685685944206445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/6371685685944206445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2009/07/pissed.html' title='Pissed'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-4820021555286029226</id><published>2009-07-06T12:24:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:54:10.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation!</title><content type='html'>Our vacation was fabulous! We had the best time! It was very relaxing and it was totally what we needed. We went to the beach, met up with friends, enjoyed the weather and went to Knott’s Berry Farm. That was a bunch of fun, and they gave us a 50% discount for the military!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was on the way home. The pictures are backwards, because I was lazy and didn't want to put them in order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carley got a little bored on the way home and grabbed the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJRYArh4dI/AAAAAAAAAhI/WjJ2cGzVIqo/s1600-h/Tiff"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355432379838226898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJRYArh4dI/AAAAAAAAAhI/WjJ2cGzVIqo/s320/Tiff%27s+Pictures+271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took this one. She's such a ham!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJRYLPHj3I/AAAAAAAAAhA/6r9Se_m38HY/s1600-h/Tiff"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355432382671851378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJRYLPHj3I/AAAAAAAAAhA/6r9Se_m38HY/s320/Tiff%27s+Pictures+261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These palm trees get me every time we go to Cali. I don't understand why they would plant them like this and then let them die! I wonder about it every time I see them, so this time I decided to take pictures of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJRXskotvI/AAAAAAAAAg4/61ZY_qbufUo/s1600-h/Tiff"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355432374440605426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJRXskotvI/AAAAAAAAAg4/61ZY_qbufUo/s320/Tiff%27s+Pictures+253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My fantastic beach sand animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJRQBrbTCI/AAAAAAAAAgw/wPcnCPhgMV4/s1600-h/Tiff"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355432242667277346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJRQBrbTCI/AAAAAAAAAgw/wPcnCPhgMV4/s320/Tiff%27s+Pictures+248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie was sleepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJRQH1VcOI/AAAAAAAAAgo/7pgbrtF3weQ/s1600-h/Tiff"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355432244319449314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJRQH1VcOI/AAAAAAAAAgo/7pgbrtF3weQ/s320/Tiff%27s+Pictures+244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy ride! it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJRP98HCqI/AAAAAAAAAgg/0_yrG5CrEdI/s1600-h/Tiff"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355432241663511202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJRP98HCqI/AAAAAAAAAgg/0_yrG5CrEdI/s320/Tiff%27s+Pictures+233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJRPns_UMI/AAAAAAAAAgY/bqHDefWxWKQ/s1600-h/Tiff"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355432235694510274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJRPns_UMI/AAAAAAAAAgY/bqHDefWxWKQ/s320/Tiff%27s+Pictures+231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie and Carley on the bumper cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJRPdtPbJI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yb2iVHDXnrE/s1600-h/Tiff"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355432233011211410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJRPdtPbJI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yb2iVHDXnrE/s320/Tiff%27s+Pictures+225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They played dead! You can't really see it but they both had their tongues stickin out! CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQ8tYr_TI/AAAAAAAAAgI/-Nrch4I3zqQ/s1600-h/Tiff"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355431910802455858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQ8tYr_TI/AAAAAAAAAgI/-Nrch4I3zqQ/s320/Tiff%27s+Pictures+212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQ8bvAPHI/AAAAAAAAAgA/VDx-3SKELpQ/s1600-h/Tiff"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355431906064219250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQ8bvAPHI/AAAAAAAAAgA/VDx-3SKELpQ/s320/Tiff%27s+Pictures+210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our toes in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQ8IDorjI/AAAAAAAAAf4/u23hQGVi2ag/s1600-h/Tiff"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355431900782046770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQ8IDorjI/AAAAAAAAAf4/u23hQGVi2ag/s320/Tiff%27s+Pictures+198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQ8CUiK3I/AAAAAAAAAfw/L713ZA_9MbA/s1600-h/Tiff"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355431899242310514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQ8CUiK3I/AAAAAAAAAfw/L713ZA_9MbA/s320/Tiff%27s+Pictures+197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQ7_ldgMI/AAAAAAAAAfo/WYtJWrhgfCU/s1600-h/Tiff"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355431898508001474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQ7_ldgMI/AAAAAAAAAfo/WYtJWrhgfCU/s320/Tiff%27s+Pictures+193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture I took last second. It was just sitting on the ground. You don't see this very often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQyDvQVHI/AAAAAAAAAfg/wXHj5TW75k4/s1600-h/Tiff"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355431727824131186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQyDvQVHI/AAAAAAAAAfg/wXHj5TW75k4/s320/Tiff%27s+Pictures+191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carley was trying to chase the ducks in the pond by our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQx0IdisI/AAAAAAAAAfY/pUJoJx6S6sM/s1600-h/Tiff"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355431723634887362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQx0IdisI/AAAAAAAAAfY/pUJoJx6S6sM/s320/Tiff%27s+Pictures+190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carley and Jamie in the Spa at the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQxYXFU9I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/2StDXV4QOq8/s1600-h/Tiff"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355431716180022226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQxYXFU9I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/2StDXV4QOq8/s320/Tiff%27s+Pictures+183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped for breakfast on the way to Cali. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQxCSdK0I/AAAAAAAAAfI/e3UIlBfBEco/s1600-h/Tiff"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355431710255033154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQxCSdK0I/AAAAAAAAAfI/e3UIlBfBEco/s320/Tiff%27s+Pictures+179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jamie driving us to Cali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQwsoiLUI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Wq4FwPthm4E/s1600-h/Tiff"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355431704442056002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQwsoiLUI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Wq4FwPthm4E/s320/Tiff%27s+Pictures+178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Max (left) and Sam (right). Sam is our dog and Max is Tom's dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQnNDPP0I/AAAAAAAAAe4/FA8JtLErnTw/s1600-h/Tiff"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355431541345304386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQnNDPP0I/AAAAAAAAAe4/FA8JtLErnTw/s320/Tiff%27s+Pictures+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my cat stinky. How she got her name is a long story and I'll have to tell you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQmwEQCWI/AAAAAAAAAew/Gci4MtuSTa8/s1600-h/Tiff"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355431533564922210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQmwEQCWI/AAAAAAAAAew/Gci4MtuSTa8/s320/Tiff%27s+Pictures+175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Felix. We call him Fee or Feester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQmtQeX8I/AAAAAAAAAeo/xDj-lAWfe-Y/s1600-h/Tiff"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355431532810887106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQmtQeX8I/AAAAAAAAAeo/xDj-lAWfe-Y/s320/Tiff%27s+Pictures+174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stinky makes a good sandwich board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQme-vy-I/AAAAAAAAAeg/KYEfvGtmy6s/s1600-h/Tiff"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355431528978435042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQme-vy-I/AAAAAAAAAeg/KYEfvGtmy6s/s320/Tiff%27s+Pictures+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Carley and I on our roller coaster ride. I think I was more freaked then she was!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQmFu45lI/AAAAAAAAAeY/SpUPOHpZFoE/s1600-h/Pwtdnn51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355431522201036370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJQmFu45lI/AAAAAAAAAeY/SpUPOHpZFoE/s320/Pwtdnn51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-4820021555286029226?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/4820021555286029226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=4820021555286029226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/4820021555286029226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/4820021555286029226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation.html' title='Vacation!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SlJRYArh4dI/AAAAAAAAAhI/WjJ2cGzVIqo/s72-c/Tiff%27s+Pictures+271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-8237810616900006425</id><published>2009-06-30T15:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:33:32.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fireworks may blow your hand off'/><title type='text'>How time flies!</title><content type='html'>Happy Middle of the Year everyone! I just cannot believe that it is already July! Totally a crazy thing about getting older! I remember being a kid and the year between Christmas’ taking forever long to be done. Same thing with summer break! Now time just flies by! I am in awe that it is already JULY! Crazy! Seems like it was just last month that we were celebrating the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have got a busy month coming up! So much to look forward to! For the 4th of July weekend we are going to California to sit and relax on the beach. I am very much looking forward to this vacation! It’s been a very long time! Then Jamie and I are going to a marriage retreat for four days in the middle of July.  I’m looking forward to that too b/c it will be just Jamie and I and we are going to Minnesota. We will be in Minneapolis, which is where The Mall of America is. I am very much looking forward to that trip! Someone told me that there is no sales tax in MN, so it should be interesting for sure!!!  Our Friends Tom and Joe have birthdays on the same day so that should be one helluva party! Unfortunately we will probably not be there to participate! I wanna try to convince then to do the parties on the weekend before. Maybe I’ll secretly talk to Joe’s wife and see if we can plan a surprise party or something. :) I’m so sneaky!&lt;br /&gt;Jamie also has me signed up for a stop smoking course, but we have to reschedule it b/c the class is scheduled for the day that I get back from MN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little weary of the quit smoking programs. I’d like to be a little vain and think that I am strong enough to stop smoking myself, but I know that this is not the truth.  I have proven that this is not the truth! I am looking forward to this attempt, but feel a little weird about it. I don’t want to be that raging bitch!  It would be great if I could quit smoking for good. My mom and grandmother did it cold turkey, so I know that the will power is in my genes, but I LIKE to smoke. I hate everything else about it, but I LIKE doing it. I’m a conundrum, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I mentioned in my last post that; Carley was diagnosed with ADD. It makes perfect sense with all the trouble we were having over homework and school. I think she feels like it’s something to be ashamed of though because she never wants to talk about it or what it is. Every time I ask her if she wants to know a little bit about it she covers her head and mumbles no. It’s weird. I don’t necessarily want to put her on medication and recently I have heard that this condition can be helped by a simple change in diet. I know that I should be all over this, but I haven’t been. Maybe it’s my ownform of denial, I don’t know, but, I have been meaning to do some internet surfing on the subject for a week now and I just haven’t gotten around to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s my Bosses birthday on Sunday. I have always have a hard time with giving a gift to my boss.  For my last 2 birthdays he gave me a TON of money as a birthday gift. I cannot afford to give him an expensive gift, so I feel retarded getting him anything. Last year I didn’t get him anything at all. Not even a card. I felt rude, but I had no idea what to do for him that wouldn’t make me look like a cheap asshole. So this year I have to get him something, and I settled on a $50 gift card to the Melting Pot. He’s never been there before, and Jamie and I loved it when we went, so I thought it would be perfect. I still feel CHEAP though. I know he knows how much he pays me, but it’s just weird to me. (Seems like this entry is filled with my weirdness today! LOL) So I am waiting for that to be delivered and that will just be his gift. Maybe I’ll make it a tradition or something so that I don’t have to think of new ideas! I’m so cheesy like that too! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope you all have a good 4th of July!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-8237810616900006425?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/8237810616900006425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=8237810616900006425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/8237810616900006425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/8237810616900006425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-time-flies.html' title='How time flies!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-1916198051575823836</id><published>2009-06-10T15:25:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:34:48.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poop is fun when its someone elses'/><title type='text'>UGH! This day.....</title><content type='html'>Well today has been a really crappy day so far. I'm fairly certain it has great potential to get worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I have looked up today at random: (Can I just say how much I enjoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;? I really enjoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Almond (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Prunus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dulcis&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a title="Synonym (taxonomy)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synonym_(taxonomy)#Botany"&gt;syn.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Prunus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;amygdalus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Batsch&lt;/span&gt;., &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Amygdalus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;communis&lt;/span&gt; L., &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Amygdalus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dulcis&lt;/span&gt; Mill.) is a species of tree of the genus &lt;a title="Prunus" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prunus"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Prunus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, belonging to the subfamily &lt;a title="Prunoideae" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prunoideae"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Prunoideae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of the family &lt;a title="Rosaceae" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosaceae"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Rosaceae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and native to the Middle East. Within &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Prunus&lt;/span&gt;, it is classified in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;subgenus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Amygdalus&lt;/span&gt;, distinguished from the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;subgenera&lt;/span&gt; by the corrugated seed shell.&lt;br /&gt;Almond is also the name of the edible and widely cultivated nut of this tree. Although popularly referred to as a nut, the almond fruit's seed is botanically not a true nut, but the seed of a &lt;a title="Drupe" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drupe"&gt;drupe&lt;/a&gt; (a botanic name for a type of fruit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;a title="Botany" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Botany"&gt;botany&lt;/a&gt;, a drupe is a &lt;a title="Fruit" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fruit"&gt;fruit&lt;/a&gt; in which an outer fleshy part (&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Exocarp" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exocarp"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;exocarp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, or skin; and &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Mesocarp" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mesocarp"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;mesocarp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, or flesh) surrounds a shell (the pit or stone) of hardened &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Endocarp" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Endocarp"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;endocarp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with a &lt;a title="Seed" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seed"&gt;seed&lt;/a&gt; inside. These fruits develop from a single &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Carpel" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carpel"&gt;carpel&lt;/a&gt;, and mostly from &lt;a title="Flower" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flower"&gt;flowers&lt;/a&gt; with &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Superior ovary" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Superior_ovary"&gt;superior ovaries&lt;/a&gt;. The definitive characteristic of a drupe is that the hard, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;lignified&lt;/span&gt; stone (or pit) is derived from the ovary wall of the flower.&lt;br /&gt;Other fleshy fruits may have a stony enclosure that comes from the seed coat surrounding the seed, but such fruits are not drupes.&lt;br /&gt;Some &lt;a title="Flowering plant" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flowering_plant"&gt;flowering plants&lt;/a&gt; that produce drupes are &lt;a title="Coffea arabica" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coffea_arabica"&gt;coffee&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Jujube" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jujube"&gt;jujube&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Mango" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mango"&gt;mango&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Olive" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Olive"&gt;olive&lt;/a&gt;, most palms (including &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Date Palm" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Date_Palm"&gt;date&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Coconut" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coconut"&gt;coconut&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Oil palm" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oil_palm"&gt;oil palms&lt;/a&gt;), &lt;a title="Pistachio" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pistachio"&gt;pistachio&lt;/a&gt;, and all members of the genus &lt;a title="Prunus" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prunus"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Prunus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, including the &lt;a title="Almond" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Almond"&gt;almond&lt;/a&gt; (in which the &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Mesocarp" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mesocarp"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;mesocarp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is somewhat leathery), &lt;a title="Apricot" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apricot"&gt;apricot&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Cherry" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cherry"&gt;cherry&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Damson" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Damson"&gt;damson&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Nectarine" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nectarine"&gt;nectarine&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Peach" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peach"&gt;peach&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a title="Plum" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plum"&gt;plum&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Drupes, with their sweet, fleshy outer layer, attract the attention of animals as a &lt;a title="Food" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Food"&gt;food&lt;/a&gt;, and the plant population benefits from the resulting &lt;a title="Seed dispersal" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seed_dispersal"&gt;dispersal of its seeds&lt;/a&gt;. The &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Endocarp" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Endocarp"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;endocarp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (pit or stone) is often swallowed, passing through the &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Digestive tract" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Digestive_tract"&gt;digestive tract&lt;/a&gt;, and returned to the soil in &lt;a title="Feces" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feces"&gt;feces&lt;/a&gt; with the seed inside unharmed; sometimes it is dropped after the fleshy part is eaten.&lt;br /&gt;Corking is a nutritional disorder in &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Stone fruit" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stone_fruit"&gt;stone fruit&lt;/a&gt; caused by a lack of &lt;a title="Boron" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boron"&gt;boron&lt;/a&gt; and/or &lt;a title="Calcium" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Calcium"&gt;calcium&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Many stone fruits contain &lt;a title="Sorbitol" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sorbitol"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;sorbitol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which can exacerbate conditions such as &lt;a title="Irritable bowel syndrome" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irritable_bowel_syndrome"&gt;irritable bowel syndrome&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Fructose malabsorption" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fructose_malabsorption"&gt;fructose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;malabsorption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.[&lt;a title="Wikipedia:Citation needed" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Citation_needed"&gt;citation needed&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saddle soap is a preparatory compound containing mild &lt;a title="Soap" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soap"&gt;soap&lt;/a&gt; and softening ingredients such as &lt;a title="Neatsfoot oil" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neatsfoot_oil"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;neatsfoot&lt;/span&gt; oil&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Glycerin" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glycerin"&gt;glycerin&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a title="Lanolin" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lanolin"&gt;lanolin&lt;/a&gt;. It also contains bee's wax to protect leather. It is used for cleaning, conditioning and softening &lt;a title="Leather" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leather"&gt;leather&lt;/a&gt;, particularly that of &lt;a title="Saddle" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saddle"&gt;saddles&lt;/a&gt; and other &lt;a title="Horse tack" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horse_tack"&gt;horse tack&lt;/a&gt;, hence its name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="Using_saddle_soap" name="Using_saddle_soap"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using saddle soap&lt;br /&gt;Dip a damp sponge in the saddle soap and work up a lather. Apply a light coat of the lather to the leather in small circles covering all surfaces. Frequently rinse and re-lather the sponge. Remove any build up with a damp cloth as left over soap can damage the leather. Wipe the leather dry and then treat with a leather conditioner. After using saddle soap you should clean any metal or plastic fittings. Use a stiff bristle brush to finish off suede or rough-out leathers by brushing up the nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="See_also" name="See_also"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Mink oil" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mink_oil"&gt;Mink oil&lt;/a&gt; leather treatment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Neatsfoot oil" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neatsfoot_oil"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Neatsfoot&lt;/span&gt; oil&lt;/a&gt; leather treatment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Neatsfoot&lt;/span&gt; oil is a yellow &lt;a title="Oil" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oil"&gt;oil&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Rendering (industrial)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rendering_(industrial)"&gt;rendered&lt;/a&gt; and purified from the feet (but not the &lt;a title="Hoof" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hoof"&gt;hooves&lt;/a&gt;) and &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Shin bone" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shin_bone"&gt;shin bones&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a title="Cattle" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cattle"&gt;cattle&lt;/a&gt;. It remains liquid down to a low temperature, and is used as a conditioning, softening and preservative agent for &lt;a title="Leather" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leather"&gt;leather&lt;/a&gt;. In the 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century, it was also used medically as a topical application for dry scaly skin conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Neatsfoot&lt;/span&gt; oil remains liquid at room temperature because the fat in animals' legs generally has a lower melting point than the &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Body fat" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Body_fat"&gt;body fat&lt;/a&gt;. This occurs because the legs and feet of such animals are adapted to tolerate and maintain much lower temperatures than those of the body core, using &lt;a title="Countercurrent exchange" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Countercurrent_exchange"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;countercurrent&lt;/span&gt; heat exchange&lt;/a&gt; between &lt;a title="Artery" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Artery"&gt;arterial&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Vein" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vein"&gt;venous&lt;/a&gt; blood. Because of this, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;neatsfoot&lt;/span&gt; oil remains liquid at room temperature and so can easily soak into leather.&lt;br /&gt;Currently, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;neatsfoot&lt;/span&gt; oil is sometimes made from lard.&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neatsfoot_oil#cite_note-0"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt; It is sold as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;neatsfoot&lt;/span&gt; oil in pure form, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;neatsfoot&lt;/span&gt; oil compound, if &lt;a title="Mineral oil" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mineral_oil"&gt;mineral oil&lt;/a&gt; is added. Some brands have been shown to be adulterated with &lt;a title="Rapeseed" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rapeseed"&gt;rapeseed&lt;/a&gt; oil, &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Soya oil" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soya_oil"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;soya&lt;/span&gt; oil&lt;/a&gt;, and drying oil&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neatsfoot_oil#cite_note-1"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt;. Pure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;neatsfoot&lt;/span&gt; oil comes in two forms: regular and cold tested. In the latter, the oil is filtered at 0 to -4°C to remove solid components, as they can lead to 'spewing' (a whitish crystalline deposit or bloom resulting from fat migration).&lt;br /&gt;[3]&lt;br /&gt;'Neat' in the oil's name comes from an old term for &lt;a title="Cattle" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cattle"&gt;cattle&lt;/a&gt;, and even today the best quality &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;neatsfoot&lt;/span&gt; oil still comes from the legs of calves and with no mineral oil added. "Prime &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;neatsfoot&lt;/span&gt; oil" or "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;neatsfoot&lt;/span&gt; oil compound" are terms used for a blend of pure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;neatsfoot&lt;/span&gt; oil and non-animal oils, generally mineral or other petroleum-based oils. Although the "Prime" is marketed as "the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;saddlemaker's&lt;/span&gt; choice", many &lt;a title="Saddle" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saddle"&gt;saddle&lt;/a&gt; makers actually recommend pure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;neatsfoot&lt;/span&gt; oil for leather goods, particularly saddles. Pure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;neatsfoot&lt;/span&gt; oil has superior softening and preservative properties, the addition of mineral oils often leads to more rapid decay of stitching and speeds breakdown of any adhesive materials that may have been used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Neatsfoot&lt;/span&gt; oil, like other leather dressings, should not be used on important historical objects, as it will oxidize with time, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;embrittle&lt;/span&gt; the leather even more.&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neatsfoot_oil#cite_note-3"&gt;[4]&lt;/a&gt; It also may leave an oily residue that can attract dust. On newer leather, it will inevitably darken the leather, even after a single application, and thus is not a desirable product to use when maintaining a lighter shade is desired. However, for routine use on working equipment, particularly in dry climates, it is a powerful softening and conditioning agent that few modern synthetic alternatives can replace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things that I did not know. I am happy that I know them, but I don't think I will ever be able to use these things in a normal conversation. I may use them in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt; with my Brother, but those conversations are seldom normal and laced with large vocabulary words because he likes to stretch his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;vocbaulary&lt;/span&gt; wings.  Gay boys. *SHRUG*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-1916198051575823836?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/1916198051575823836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=1916198051575823836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/1916198051575823836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/1916198051575823836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2009/06/ugh-this-day.html' title='UGH! This day.....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-970716792965180337</id><published>2009-06-03T16:47:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T09:01:52.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In love'/><title type='text'>Pretty Lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Changes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, wow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just re-reading my last few posts and thinking how things can so rapidly change. It’s interesting to re-read what I’ve written, and know how I was thinking then, and compare it to how I’m thinking now. Bizarre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a moment of clarity. May 22nd was a weird day for me. I was all set to get my drink on and party with some friends and have a great time. I blame Jaeger. I did a couple shots of Jaeger and my world came crashing down around my ears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I missed my husband and my best friend. I realized that I was an Idiot for leaving. I realized that maybe the reasons I left could have been resolved before I moved out. I’m not saying that my reasons weren’t valid, because, they very much were. I’m saying that I feel like I should have handled things a little bit differently. Maybe listened a little more and not got so hung up on what I thought I needed and deserved. I was so focused on what I wasn’t getting that I didn’t see that I wasn’t giving anything either. When both people in a marriage are off in La-La Land, it’s sometimes easy to take that Divorce road. I think it’s easier, sometimes, to get divorced then it is to admit you were wrong and then put some effort into things. I don’t think that it’s this way for everyone, but I think it was my crooked way of thinking for awhile. I do know that I was convinced that moving out was the very best thing for me. However, if I had maybe stopped thinking of things in terms of “me” or “I”, and started thinking “we” and “our family” things may have gone down a different road. Both of us have a lot to work on, and I’m looking forward to our challenges, rather than fearing them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindsight really is 20/20. I suppose it’s a popular saying for a reason!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I called Jamie that night and let him know I was missing him. Unfortunately, it was very late when I had this sudden attack of clarity, so he ignored me and turned him phone off. Lucky for me, he’s a forgiving kind of guy, and he called me in the morning when he woke up. Thus begins the long process of healing our relationship and ourselves together. It’s been a little bumpy already, even last night it was a little strained, but I feel like this ordeal is something that is going to make us stronger. Only time will tell. :) I just know that I feel more myself in the last 3 weeks then I have in the last 6 months. Maybe all I really did need was a little break? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE MOST RETARDED MAN IN THE WORLD (according to me) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor baby Carley. She was supposed to be spending the majority of her summer with her dad this year. They suggested it and Carley said she wanted to go so I (foolishly) let it happen. This arrangement lasted a Grand Total of 5 days. I dropped her off with them the Wednesday before Memorial Day and her dad called me Tuesday morning saying there was a problem.&lt;br /&gt;They have a teeny tiny dog there. Well apparently the dog stepped on a carpet tack and yelped. Well the EVIL STEP MOTHER accused Carley of messing with the dog and yelled at her to get away from the dog. Carley's Dad stuck up for Carley and told EVIL STEP MOTHER that Carley was nowhere near the dog and that Carley didn’t do anything. According to her Dad a fight between him and ESM ensues and then she turns around and looks Carley in the face and tells Carley “Get the fuck out of my house, right now!!!!” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m obviously pissed and her Dad is asking if he can bring Carley to me because she’s not allowed to be there and it’s just a huge mess. So Carley has been coming to work with me because the boys and girls club is wait listed. Poor kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought her some crafty stuff to do and I thought I would share it with you. I thought it all came out great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Caterpillar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SicNuTYaRVI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Ama0du7mye0/s1600-h/Photo-0113.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343254572026185042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SicNuTYaRVI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Ama0du7mye0/s320/Photo-0113.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SicNuLcRZxI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ivbe-YfMW70/s1600-h/Photo-0112.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343254569894897426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SicNuLcRZxI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ivbe-YfMW70/s320/Photo-0112.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Dragonfly. (My favorite)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SicNtw-e4JI/AAAAAAAAAcs/HyguCtf5rg0/s1600-h/Photo-0111.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343254562790629522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SicNtw-e4JI/AAAAAAAAAcs/HyguCtf5rg0/s320/Photo-0111.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SicNnbaSQ5I/AAAAAAAAAck/alY6YKz-ibg/s1600-h/Photo-0110.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343254453922448274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SicNnbaSQ5I/AAAAAAAAAck/alY6YKz-ibg/s320/Photo-0110.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Princess &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SicNnMaJcVI/AAAAAAAAAcc/HsSrV42dNtM/s1600-h/Photo-0109.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343254449895338322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SicNnMaJcVI/AAAAAAAAAcc/HsSrV42dNtM/s320/Photo-0109.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SicNnMuUf8I/AAAAAAAAAcU/gsA2Bn28vHA/s1600-h/Photo-0108.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343254449979948994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SicNnMuUf8I/AAAAAAAAAcU/gsA2Bn28vHA/s320/Photo-0108.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel Kitty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SicNm2WMhmI/AAAAAAAAAcM/EErkxq8HS-I/s1600-h/Photo-0107.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343254443973183074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SicNm2WMhmI/AAAAAAAAAcM/EErkxq8HS-I/s320/Photo-0107.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horse Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SicNmjVwJDI/AAAAAAAAAcE/DPRbY9wopyY/s1600-h/Photo-0106.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343254438871049266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SicNmjVwJDI/AAAAAAAAAcE/DPRbY9wopyY/s320/Photo-0106.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Bumblebee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SicNGpMkUrI/AAAAAAAAAb8/BBacAMKMLCk/s1600-h/Photo-0105.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343253890687324850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SicNGpMkUrI/AAAAAAAAAb8/BBacAMKMLCk/s320/Photo-0105.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SicNGqebH9I/AAAAAAAAAb0/yjIQrlcelaY/s1600-h/Photo-0104.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343253891030654930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SicNGqebH9I/AAAAAAAAAb0/yjIQrlcelaY/s320/Photo-0104.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mrs. Lady Bug (notice that all the other bugs are Mr.'s, LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SicNGfJch1I/AAAAAAAAAbs/QTvEwkEc-xU/s1600-h/Photo-0103.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343253887989876562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SicNGfJch1I/AAAAAAAAAbs/QTvEwkEc-xU/s320/Photo-0103.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SicNGORtINI/AAAAAAAAAbk/YvYPr5qf81k/s1600-h/Photo-0102.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343253883461116114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SicNGORtINI/AAAAAAAAAbk/YvYPr5qf81k/s320/Photo-0102.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Carley eating a donut! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SicNGPTHWzI/AAAAAAAAAbc/OIRFtMOWuOs/s1600-h/Photo-0101.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343253883735464754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SicNGPTHWzI/AAAAAAAAAbc/OIRFtMOWuOs/s320/Photo-0101.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we went to Tilly's and had a little Fashion Show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Cowboy Jamie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SifsUh29PeI/AAAAAAAAAds/CGEe6FpyqDc/s1600-h/Photo-0120.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343499320328797666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SifsUh29PeI/AAAAAAAAAds/CGEe6FpyqDc/s320/Photo-0120.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Skater Carley:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SifsPnc7SJI/AAAAAAAAAdk/yHUiaELXt3w/s1600-h/Photo-0119.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343499235930884242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SifsPnc7SJI/AAAAAAAAAdk/yHUiaELXt3w/s320/Photo-0119.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pageboy Carley:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SifsPaH4cCI/AAAAAAAAAdc/IcJcX9WcOxg/s1600-h/Photo-0118.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343499232352956450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SifsPaH4cCI/AAAAAAAAAdc/IcJcX9WcOxg/s320/Photo-0118.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gangsta Jamie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SifsPAOMB-I/AAAAAAAAAdU/U_X8aW2tvk4/s1600-h/Photo-0117.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343499225400084450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SifsPAOMB-I/AAAAAAAAAdU/U_X8aW2tvk4/s320/Photo-0117.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pageboy Jamie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SifsO6--6_I/AAAAAAAAAdE/BItP6PVi2zE/s1600-h/Photo-0115.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343499223994133490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SifsO6--6_I/AAAAAAAAAdE/BItP6PVi2zE/s320/Photo-0115.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruce Willis Jamie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SifsPBSd_uI/AAAAAAAAAdM/5LWN4Ihza2A/s1600-h/Photo-0116.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343499225686474466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SifsPBSd_uI/AAAAAAAAAdM/5LWN4Ihza2A/s320/Photo-0116.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He actually bought the sunglasses he's wearing. I never thought I'd see the day when Jamie bought a pair of sunglasses, let alone Aviators! I kinda like them on him though. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Ta Ta for now!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-970716792965180337?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/970716792965180337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=970716792965180337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/970716792965180337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/970716792965180337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2009/06/pretty-lucky.html' title='Pretty Lucky'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SicNuTYaRVI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Ama0du7mye0/s72-c/Photo-0113.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-937636658632826291</id><published>2009-04-10T11:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:02:15.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An End</title><content type='html'>Jamie and I have talked and decided that we are going to go our separate ways. We were together for 7 years and had some really amazing times together. Most of my memories are without him though, because he was gone so often. I think that this, among other things, led to my choice to leave. I had a good marriage and I can think back on it with good feelings. I think that many people were surprised to hear of the split in the first place because we were such good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that it turned into only friendship for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little out of sorts with the way that I left. It was a change that had been happening for me for a long time, but I didn't notice it until it was way too late. The opposite side of that is that Jamie was pretty clueless. He knew that there were problems and he thought we were working on them, and I did too, until I realized that it was really just a lost cause for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was all of the dram involved for Jamie. He had people talking in his ear about every possible reason I may have had to have done something so shocking and so drastic. People were saying that I had to have someone else, that I was just a heartless bitch, so many different things. I'm sorry that I think I have a right to be happy. Why would it take someone else to make me decide that I deserve that? I guess I should take into consideration that they have no idea who I am and were really just talking out of their asses, but I think it contributed negatively to Jamie's attitude about his whole situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's coming to an end. The phrase "The end of an Era" keeps coming to mind for me.&lt;br /&gt;I never in a million years would have thought that I would be here, in this particular position. If you had told me 6 months ago that I'd be in the middle of a divorce I would have thought you were crazy. It's amazing the things you don't see coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-937636658632826291?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/937636658632826291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=937636658632826291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/937636658632826291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/937636658632826291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2009/04/end.html' title='An End'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-2058039855472007176</id><published>2009-03-19T08:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:01:07.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHOOO BIRTHDAY GIRL'/><title type='text'>Now to the real stuff</title><content type='html'>So this weekend was pretty fun! Lindy and I went to the bar on Friday and that wasn't all we thought it was going to be. It was actually sort of lame. Lindy and I have decided that we are in a different place then we were when we went to the bar every weekend. We used to go so that we could catch up and vent and generally get away from life at home. There isn't a need for that now, and I think we are over going to the bar. Saturday we had a party for Lindy's birthday! That was awesome fun! I really enjoy hanging out at the house with people over and just talking and laughing. It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming weekend my Brother Brandon in coming into town. I have to pick him up at the airport of Saturday. He's bringing his boyfriend! Haven't met the boyfriend yet, and I am looking forward to it. Should be a pretty good kick back weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update on Monday, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah,   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO LINDY ON SATURDAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-2058039855472007176?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/2058039855472007176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=2058039855472007176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/2058039855472007176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/2058039855472007176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2009/03/now-to-real-stuff.html' title='Now to the real stuff'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-4732766783775819462</id><published>2009-03-19T08:37:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:45:16.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assholes to elbows'/><title type='text'>Who are your real "friends"?</title><content type='html'>So! It was been brought to my attention that my ranting is being used by people (or a person) as a reporting tool. Yup! You guessed right! Someone read my blog and reported to Jamie what I wrote. Now, I'm not so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;naive&lt;/span&gt; to think that Jamie couldn't have read my blog all on his own, but I do KNOW him well enough to know that he was never really interested in reading my blog AND probably forgot it even existed until this person, let's call him/her Bill, decided to remind him. I do not know who this person is, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; Jamie wouldn't tell me.&lt;br /&gt;So, Bill, I just want to say thank you for pretending to be my friend! Also, thank you for trying to create drama where there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;needn't&lt;/span&gt; be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really all I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks FRIEND.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-4732766783775819462?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/4732766783775819462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=4732766783775819462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/4732766783775819462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/4732766783775819462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-are-your-real-friends.html' title='Who are your real &quot;friends&quot;?'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-3537999352617802050</id><published>2009-03-13T16:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:06:41.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='its the first'/><title type='text'>WOOT!</title><content type='html'>Tonight is my first night out since "it happened". I am so very much looking forward to it. This week and last week has been nothing but drama for my friend and I. I think we have really reached our limit for drama between the two of us. It's so funny how you can go such a very long time without it, but when it rains it fucking POURS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just wanted to say: YES I AM GOING TO GO OUT AND HAVE FUN AND MEET GUYS AND FLIRT AND GET SHIT FACED!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is my BFF's birthday party, so that will be great also! TWO WHOLE NIGHTS OF ADULT ACTIVITY! YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great and drama free weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-3537999352617802050?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/3537999352617802050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=3537999352617802050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/3537999352617802050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/3537999352617802050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2009/03/woot.html' title='WOOT!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-8600768301783490724</id><published>2009-03-06T13:05:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T07:07:49.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Changes get over it'/><title type='text'>Stupid Boys!!!</title><content type='html'>So a lot has happened since I wrote last. I'll &lt;em&gt;cliff notes&lt;/em&gt; it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started having problems with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;Decided I was not in love with him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Moved in with my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that that is all out of the way, we can get down to the oddness of beginning to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I are not officially divorced, but that's where I am heading. He's being dragged reluctantly along that road and keeps digging in his heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am so set on the big "D" I have been talking to a few people. Talking to these people rapidly reminded me of everything I liked about being married. No games, no restrictions, no uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;That being said, it's still might be sort of nice to meet a new person and discover how they kiss and how they feel about certain things, and what it takes to make them laugh and whatnot. If you get the chance, that is.&lt;br /&gt;The bad part of it is that you have all of the getting to know you uncertainty. All the stupid questions girls (guys?) ask themselves: Should I text him? He's not really texting me, I wonder what that means? What is his deal? Is he seriously seeing someone? It's annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the little let downs and DRAMA! I hate drama. I know that drama is a necessary part of life, and dating, but it doesn't make me like it any more then I have to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on to other things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been great living with my best friend! There has been some adjustment, but so far we have manged not to annoy the crap out of each other! Yea for us! Wii playing, drinking, laughing, having someone to instantly talk to! Total awesomeness!&lt;br /&gt;The kids are having a little harder time adjusting, but kids often do. They like being together and having a built in playmate, but the struggle for power is all consuming! 2 girls a yr apart that are used to being the top dog in the house. DANGER WILL ROBINSON!!!! DANGER!&lt;br /&gt;Poor little Lando is just stuck being the man of the house at 4 yrs. old. A responsibility he does not take lightly! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my cat over last night and she was ON ME ALL NIGHT! I had no idea that she would miss me so much, but it seems she did. She's getting adjusted, and has had the house to herself to get acquainted, so hopefully she'll be good to go outside tonight. She's got to pee sometime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's really it for now. I'm sure I will be updating the sight with my dating antics and divorce drama soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-8600768301783490724?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/8600768301783490724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=8600768301783490724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/8600768301783490724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/8600768301783490724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2009/03/stupid-boys.html' title='Stupid Boys!!!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-3973546180241873639</id><published>2009-01-16T11:19:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:28:42.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The wheels on the bus go'/><title type='text'>Big Mac's are tall for their age!</title><content type='html'>I'M BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like it's been years since my last post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I suppose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was good. Carley got way more then she can ever play with, and there are still unopened toys in her closet. She got the MP3 Player that she was hoping for. Good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' Saint Nick came through with that one! Jamie got some dude stuff that included a couple of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; games. I have to recommend Resident Evil for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;. It's 2 player! We only played once, but it was really fun. Maybe I will challenge Jamie to a game tonight....&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY CAMERA! I was so totally stoked! I would have killed Jamie if he hadn't gotten it for me! As it is, he came through. That is the first time I have ever gotten what I actually asked for, for Christmas! It was awesome! I got a few other things, but the camera was the best. I have used it so many times since I got it and it's only January. All the pics are on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; page, but I'm sure I will post some on here sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years was great! We had a little "get together" that actually turned out to be a full blown party! It was so much fun! Lots of booze, lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dancin&lt;/span&gt;, lots of fire, and lots of fun! The kissing at midnight was rad as well. I went around the party and kissed almost everyone! I'm such a dirty little whore! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;... Relax..... it was just little kisses. *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;muah&lt;/span&gt;!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend, Jay, came in for Christmas to visit his family, and he got to hang out with us pretty much the whole time he was home. We took him out on the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; for a farewell drunk night, and ended up having a BLAST! I even got him to dance with me! He danced me out after that though. Might have had something to do with the amount of booze consumed, but I'm just guessing there. :) They have a Sexy Lifeguard contest at the bar we go to and Jamie got Jay to enter in that. It was SO funny!!! I was really hoping he would win, but alas, a big buff guy stole the show. Said big buff guy then proceeded to pick me up and turn me upside down on the dance floor. Fun. Let me tell ya. I hope that he had as much fun as we did. I feel like we at least sent him home with some unforgettable memories. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that brings us to present day. I know I didn't get all of the break in there, but I'm sure you don't want every little detail either. If you do, too bad for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CARDINALS ARE IN THE PLAYOFFS!!!! 1st time in the Cards history! I am so excited for the game Sunday! It's going to be great. Even more great when we win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does McDonald's feel the need to tell me how GREAT their food is on their packaging? I have been eating there for most of my life. I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; what McDonald's tastes like. I know it's NOT great. It's fast fucking food. I don't need words to fancy up my lunch. Just give me the damn burger and be done with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about buses the other day. I don't think that I've ever seen a bus turn left. They are always in the right lane so that they can pick people up. I've seem them turn right. I have not seen a bus turn left. Do you think they design the routes so that they don't have to turn left, or is it just that I have not been lucky enough to catch a bus turning left? Just a small something to ponder. I could probably look it up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;, but I don't care that much. It's just something I was thinking about. (Spell check does not know the word &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WEEKEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool stuff happening this weekend! No idea what we are doing tonight. Probably nothing. Saturday we have a surprise party for our friend Wayne. After that the girls and I are going to hit the bar. Sunday is the BIG GAME as I mentioned earlier. Even better? My boss is letting me come in at noon! KICK ASS! It's going to be pretty cool. I may have some great pics to post here next week. I know you can't wait! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you on Monday at noon (or later)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-3973546180241873639?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/3973546180241873639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=3973546180241873639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/3973546180241873639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/3973546180241873639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-macs-are-tall-for-their-age.html' title='Big Mac&apos;s are tall for their age!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-8181519166092809402</id><published>2008-12-23T09:37:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T09:57:36.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Holidays'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>I only work for 2 hours tomorrow!! I'm so super excited about that! It's going to be the best Christmas Eve EVER! Well.... the only thing that would be better is if I didn't have to work at all. :) It's ok though. 2 hours is a pretty good deal. Then I have a 4 day weekend, like most of the people I know. It's going to be a pretty good weekend, I think. Tonight we are going to let Carley open one present. Tomorrow night we are going to have a Ham for dinner and then open all of our presents. Christmas morning will be Santa gifts and stockings at our house and then it's off to my Brother-In-Law's house to open presents there. Christamas afternoon Carley goes to her Dad's house to open gifts and then on Friday we are going to open gifts at my grandma's house and then go to dinner. Should be a great weekend for Carley, that's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;So here is some Christmas cheer for all of you. I'm still not totally feeling the spirit, but as it gets closer I'm getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to everyone! I hope your holiday is a great one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SVEXrvaLxjI/AAAAAAAAAac/XrdUU907Dag/s1600-h/tre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283029878110406194" style="WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SVEXrvaLxjI/AAAAAAAAAac/XrdUU907Dag/s320/tre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SVEXrba8R1I/AAAAAAAAAaU/V3JRPONEpGk/s1600-h/tr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283029872744875858" style="WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SVEXrba8R1I/AAAAAAAAAaU/V3JRPONEpGk/s320/tr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SVEXree7cnI/AAAAAAAAAaM/TXvSlxi_kBk/s1600-h/sto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283029873566904946" style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SVEXree7cnI/AAAAAAAAAaM/TXvSlxi_kBk/s320/sto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SVEXrJcPxqI/AAAAAAAAAaE/FgskGYM0-5I/s1600-h/st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283029867918509730" style="WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SVEXrJcPxqI/AAAAAAAAAaE/FgskGYM0-5I/s320/st.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SVEXfTt08JI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/hhdNdQvxtgc/s1600-h/sn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283029664518172818" style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SVEXfTt08JI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/hhdNdQvxtgc/s320/sn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SVEXfNukebI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Ur3aj2n51Ss/s1600-h/san.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283029662910675378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SVEXfNukebI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Ur3aj2n51Ss/s320/san.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SVEXfMuLjiI/AAAAAAAAAZs/sT51Jzrd7jU/s1600-h/re.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283029662640606754" style="WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SVEXfMuLjiI/AAAAAAAAAZs/sT51Jzrd7jU/s320/re.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SVEXewo4r9I/AAAAAAAAAZk/_-VlB435RZ0/s1600-h/pr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283029655102205906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SVEXewo4r9I/AAAAAAAAAZk/_-VlB435RZ0/s320/pr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SVEXe0sX59I/AAAAAAAAAZc/HuQJVbO-BIM/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283029656190576594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SVEXe0sX59I/AAAAAAAAAZc/HuQJVbO-BIM/s320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SVEXVha8a5I/AAAAAAAAAZU/eHf-chtY9Ro/s1600-h/mc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283029496398375826" style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 45px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SVEXVha8a5I/AAAAAAAAAZU/eHf-chtY9Ro/s320/mc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SVEXVktU-qI/AAAAAAAAAZM/ONXSFyQc1uA/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283029497280789154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SVEXVktU-qI/AAAAAAAAAZM/ONXSFyQc1uA/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SVEXVf_2_TI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ymNfmHeULuU/s1600-h/ca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283029496016338226" style="WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SVEXVf_2_TI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ymNfmHeULuU/s320/ca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SVEXVYKXkCI/AAAAAAAAAY8/_aHLirLP3iQ/s1600-h/cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283029493912932386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 59px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SVEXVYKXkCI/AAAAAAAAAY8/_aHLirLP3iQ/s320/cd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SVEXVbGuB8I/AAAAAAAAAY0/MpLGTswcxrg/s1600-h/ar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283029494702933954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SVEXVbGuB8I/AAAAAAAAAY0/MpLGTswcxrg/s320/ar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-8181519166092809402?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/8181519166092809402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=8181519166092809402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/8181519166092809402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/8181519166092809402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SVEXrvaLxjI/AAAAAAAAAac/XrdUU907Dag/s72-c/tre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-8522322530110937156</id><published>2008-12-18T15:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T15:56:43.024-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='40th post already'/><title type='text'>My 40th Post!!!</title><content type='html'>Our Reindeer have been hung!!! Janice &amp;amp; Wayne (my next door neighbors) made these to hang accross our houses.The men finally put them up today! They look awesome! Santa is on his way baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrUZYf9kVI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Ec5vkZP6ESc/s1600-h/reindeer.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281267045583655250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrUZYf9kVI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Ec5vkZP6ESc/s320/reindeer.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-8522322530110937156?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/8522322530110937156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=8522322530110937156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/8522322530110937156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/8522322530110937156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-40th-post.html' title='My 40th Post!!!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrUZYf9kVI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Ec5vkZP6ESc/s72-c/reindeer.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-2421503940685287484</id><published>2008-12-18T14:46:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T15:38:08.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asshole day'/><title type='text'>I'm not that old am I?</title><content type='html'>&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;GRUMPY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an old man moment this morning. I was smoking my first cigarette of the morning and looking at all the pretty clouds that were out, and I noticed there were about 15 birds on my roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, normally this wouldn't really bother me, but this morning it really did. I tried to "shoo! shoo!" them away and they just sat there and looked at me. So I got a big stick and shouted "GET OFF MY ROOF!!!" and brandished my stick at them. They all flew off and then I smiled satisfactorily. Then I thought to myself.... OMG! I just totally had a "HEY KID!! GET OFF MY LAWN!!!!" moment! This was not a revelation I really needed at 6:30 in the morning!!! *sigh* So I guess as I "mature" I'm getting more annoyed at the little things I never used to care about. Now I understand why old people are such assholes! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last time I updated I promised you all pictures of the ash pile in my backyard. I have delivered!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here they are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrJOPOCvnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/t_C_27w9Dps/s1600-h/ashes+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281254759486111346" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrJOPOCvnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/t_C_27w9Dps/s320/ashes+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrJN0PdZ6I/AAAAAAAAAWs/GV5ekO9ajk8/s1600-h/ashes+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281254752244295586" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrJN0PdZ6I/AAAAAAAAAWs/GV5ekO9ajk8/s320/ashes+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrJN0iWFKI/AAAAAAAAAWk/BWVMw2vbJ9c/s1600-h/ashes+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281254752323507362" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrJN0iWFKI/AAAAAAAAAWk/BWVMw2vbJ9c/s320/ashes+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Nice looking ashes if I do say so myself. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some random funnies I got in an email today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrJ0FWNq0I/AAAAAAAAAXs/rnjDVV-kB60/s1600-h/fail+7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281255409671056194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrJ0FWNq0I/AAAAAAAAAXs/rnjDVV-kB60/s320/fail+7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrKUQ7AE6I/AAAAAAAAAX0/Hn3Ftc5mJDw/s1600-h/fail+8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281255962533958562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrKUQ7AE6I/AAAAAAAAAX0/Hn3Ftc5mJDw/s320/fail+8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrKrX4YazI/AAAAAAAAAYc/yAxPi1uNMbs/s1600-h/fail+13.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281256359539010354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrKrX4YazI/AAAAAAAAAYc/yAxPi1uNMbs/s320/fail+13.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrKVlJAGBI/AAAAAAAAAYU/YrCvDszrKhY/s1600-h/fail+12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281255985141258258" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrKVlJAGBI/AAAAAAAAAYU/YrCvDszrKhY/s320/fail+12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrJz_EvCrI/AAAAAAAAAXk/0irbDfuxtNg/s1600-h/fail+6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281255407987133106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrJz_EvCrI/AAAAAAAAAXk/0irbDfuxtNg/s320/fail+6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrKVl2yoKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/RcEAdlxOboQ/s1600-h/fail+11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281255985333313698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrKVl2yoKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/RcEAdlxOboQ/s320/fail+11.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrJOrW5LJI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Q8UB6Eq5rR4/s1600-h/fail+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281254767039425682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrJOrW5LJI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Q8UB6Eq5rR4/s320/fail+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrJzjZT8oI/AAAAAAAAAXU/4uZISC3X7vQ/s1600-h/fail+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281255400557245058" style="WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrJzjZT8oI/AAAAAAAAAXU/4uZISC3X7vQ/s320/fail+4.bmp" 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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrJOf0BrmI/AAAAAAAAAW8/M1fdcXhnSKw/s1600-h/fail+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281254763940392546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrJOf0BrmI/AAAAAAAAAW8/M1fdcXhnSKw/s320/fail+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrJzTYsqHI/AAAAAAAAAXM/SHNqyLYL398/s1600-h/fail+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281255396259702898" style="WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrJzTYsqHI/AAAAAAAAAXM/SHNqyLYL398/s320/fail+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrJz8qpbnI/AAAAAAAAAXc/GB-1v8wmaLg/s1600-h/fail+5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281255407340842610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrJz8qpbnI/AAAAAAAAAXc/GB-1v8wmaLg/s320/fail+5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrKrwtLcUI/AAAAAAAAAYk/MINmWIGANTY/s1600-h/fail+14.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281256366202908994" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrKrwtLcUI/AAAAAAAAAYk/MINmWIGANTY/s320/fail+14.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this one is my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrKVNtPzYI/AAAAAAAAAYE/U4DaBjfGYmo/s1600-h/fail+10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281255978850831746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrKVNtPzYI/AAAAAAAAAYE/U4DaBjfGYmo/s320/fail+10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrKUqht0oI/AAAAAAAAAX8/OkBpgzb3k0U/s1600-h/fail+9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281255969407226498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrKUqht0oI/AAAAAAAAAX8/OkBpgzb3k0U/s320/fail+9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;So, I'm thinking that someone designated today as "Assholes call in to bitch about stupid shit" day! I have had more assholes on the phone today then I have had in the last 6 months! It's getting retarded. :( Oh well.. almost time to go home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be talking to you on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; asshole call in day sometime soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Please be kind, and rewind!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-2421503940685287484?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/2421503940685287484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=2421503940685287484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/2421503940685287484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/2421503940685287484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-not-that-old-am-i.html' title='I&apos;m not that old am I?'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUrJOPOCvnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/t_C_27w9Dps/s72-c/ashes+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-2163419436120412752</id><published>2008-12-16T15:46:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:13:13.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend Update'/><title type='text'>Weekend fun!</title><content type='html'>Hey all,&lt;br /&gt;I finally got our Christmas tree up. It's a small one this year. :( I was worried that the dog was going to try to eat it so we got a small one and put it up on an old coffee table. He hasn't shown any interest in it at all! It's good to know we will be safe for next year though. We just have to see what happens with the presents! Here's a picture of the tree. I did the lights, Carley did the bottom ornaments, and I did the top and Jamie put the Angel on. He was Bah hum bug that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUgwQvHEATI/AAAAAAAAAWM/8Kn33ql79wQ/s1600-h/Tree.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280523627174035762" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUgwQvHEATI/AAAAAAAAAWM/8Kn33ql79wQ/s320/Tree.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Zoo Lights on Saturday. Here's a picture of a particularly pretty tree. I love all the little lighted animals that they put up all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUgwRWlZWDI/AAAAAAAAAWc/n3TGaUetlr0/s1600-h/Zoo+Lights.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280523637770246194" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUgwRWlZWDI/AAAAAAAAAWc/n3TGaUetlr0/s320/Zoo+Lights.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is of Carley by a cardboard Orangutan. It's hard to see, but it was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUgwEFYiPjI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ISKsmg4AaEU/s1600-h/Carley+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280523409814601266" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUgwEFYiPjI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ISKsmg4AaEU/s320/Carley+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had no idea that so many people go to Zoo lights! We got there around 7:00 PM and there was  a pretty long line to get in, and there was NO PLACE TO PARK! We had to park in BFE! We walked through for about an hour and came out to the longest line to get out of a place! We had to wait 15 minutes in line just to LEAVE! Then as we are walking out we see the line to get in is all the way down to the parking lot. It was probably a 25 ft line to get in the place! I guarantee that the people at the end wouldn't have been let in b/c it would have been closing time by the time they got up there! It was amazing. So, all in all I think I will probably not go back to Zoo Lights for a long time. There were just too many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Jamie decided to have a fire in our new "fire pit" in the backyard. It's not really a fire pit yet. It's pretty much just a stump that we designated a fire pit. :)&lt;br /&gt;Here's Carley helping Jamie clean up the branches from the tree he cut down. She's says, "Mom, take a picture of how strong I am!" You can see the little fire pit in the background to the right. It was pretty much that small all day. Just wait though... we apparently don't do small fires at my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUgwD5e4ttI/AAAAAAAAAVc/PURH2MIfRBk/s1600-h/Carley.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280523406620014290" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUgwD5e4ttI/AAAAAAAAAVc/PURH2MIfRBk/s320/Carley.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the dog, freezing his little ass off before the fire got big. He had a long day of trying to hump the other dog that came over, Buster, and chasing kids around. He looks so small!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUgwEcH3n0I/AAAAAAAAAVs/zeTFb7ARvFQ/s1600-h/Dog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280523415918714690" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUgwEcH3n0I/AAAAAAAAAVs/zeTFb7ARvFQ/s320/Dog.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what the fire looked like after all the kids left. I think that was the tallest it got for the night, but it was pretty big. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUgwRNVCx5I/AAAAAAAAAWU/yHDagOF_sMY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280523635285739410" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUgwRNVCx5I/AAAAAAAAAWU/yHDagOF_sMY/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is died down some.... very little really...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUgwEsBlnTI/AAAAAAAAAV8/yawYxpQ7mN4/s1600-h/fire+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280523420187335986" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUgwEsBlnTI/AAAAAAAAAV8/yawYxpQ7mN4/s320/fire+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUgwEYyvUmI/AAAAAAAAAV0/4M19BZ-O9eM/s1600-h/fire1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280523415024783970" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUgwEYyvUmI/AAAAAAAAAV0/4M19BZ-O9eM/s320/fire1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty fire and then we all got tired and put it out. I'll take a pic of the ashes tonight and post it tomorrow. They are quite impressive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carley decided to play the "I'm sick" card yesterday, so I brought her into the office with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is some of what she did with her day.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUgwQbMsFYI/AAAAAAAAAWE/OmASQe2CjIw/s1600-h/office.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280523621828924802" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUgwQbMsFYI/AAAAAAAAAWE/OmASQe2CjIw/s320/office.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL! For anyone who's not up to date on 8 yr old spelling, that says dirt is disgusting. I'm not sure why she decided to make the sign say that, but what the hell.... It's still up there now. I should probably change it before a customer comes in but.... Fuck it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Christmas is in 8 days. I feel very unprepared but ready for it to be over with. It seems to me that almost everyone I know is not into Christmas at all this year. Sucks! Oh well.... New Year's here I come! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Happy Kwanzaa!&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/3204287140466415829-2163419436120412752?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/2163419436120412752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=2163419436120412752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/2163419436120412752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/2163419436120412752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/12/weekend-fun.html' title='Weekend fun!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SUgwQvHEATI/AAAAAAAAAWM/8Kn33ql79wQ/s72-c/Tree.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-6242865582181670027</id><published>2008-12-09T09:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:16:12.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Started out lame... Ended in fun!</title><content type='html'>Hello, Happy Tuesday everyone!&lt;br /&gt;So the concert was lame and we ended up leaving early.  We got some pretty good pictures while we were there though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of Girls night out a couple weeks ago. It was shot time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/ST6baPi_79I/AAAAAAAAAUs/4ypP7auFAYU/s1600-h/100_0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277826688477032402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/ST6baPi_79I/AAAAAAAAAUs/4ypP7auFAYU/s320/100_0394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we all are at the concert. Lindy, Sam, Hanna and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/ST6ba-VOtRI/AAAAAAAAAU8/SgsA9bjltKo/s1600-h/100_0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277826701035746578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/ST6ba-VOtRI/AAAAAAAAAU8/SgsA9bjltKo/s320/100_0414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/ST6bb5K1y-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/XM5DtEY-rKY/s1600-h/100_0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277826716829862882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/ST6bb5K1y-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/XM5DtEY-rKY/s320/100_0430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Self Portrait....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/ST6adTr5sJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/kUYe-jUJY8M/s1600-h/100_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277825641616093330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/ST6adTr5sJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/kUYe-jUJY8M/s320/100_0416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Lindy. I have no idea why I'm bending down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/ST6babYdI3I/AAAAAAAAAU0/uwWO02PJiVA/s1600-h/100_0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277826691654034290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/ST6babYdI3I/AAAAAAAAAU0/uwWO02PJiVA/s320/100_0419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/ST6acQztu4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/q9whAmC_AR0/s1600-h/100_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277825623663688578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/ST6acQztu4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/q9whAmC_AR0/s320/100_0418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, like I said, the concert was a little boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/ST6adFD38-I/AAAAAAAAAUM/lM7jGR3kjhk/s1600-h/100_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277825637690110946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/ST6adFD38-I/AAAAAAAAAUM/lM7jGR3kjhk/s320/100_0425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are in the parking lot on our way out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/ST6adrUiA_I/AAAAAAAAAUc/orcU2D-AE9k/s1600-h/100_0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277825647960523762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/ST6adrUiA_I/AAAAAAAAAUc/orcU2D-AE9k/s320/100_0434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamie &amp;amp; Me at hurricane. He looks tired... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/ST6bbORgjzI/AAAAAAAAAVE/E8d8YAK958k/s1600-h/100_0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277826705315106610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/ST6bbORgjzI/AAAAAAAAAVE/E8d8YAK958k/s320/100_0441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamie and Mike. Jamie is so awesome. Flip that camera off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/ST6aeYYtsrI/AAAAAAAAAUk/c8QxKaDSSnk/s1600-h/100_0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277825660057662130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/ST6aeYYtsrI/AAAAAAAAAUk/c8QxKaDSSnk/s320/100_0440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was out Friday night. Saturday and Sunday we both pretty calm for me. Sunday I watched Lindy's kids while she was at the Cardinals Game. It was pretty uneventful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I think we are going to get a Christmas tree. I just want to get that done and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;over with&lt;/span&gt;. I like the decorating part. I also would like to get some presents wrapped and under the tree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.... back to work. Tons of stuff to do for once!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-*sniff* Oh, that Christmas Tree smell! &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/3204287140466415829-6242865582181670027?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/6242865582181670027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=6242865582181670027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/6242865582181670027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/6242865582181670027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/12/started-out-lame-ended-in-fun.html' title='Started out lame... Ended in fun!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/ST6baPi_79I/AAAAAAAAAUs/4ypP7auFAYU/s72-c/100_0394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-5719525706984858247</id><published>2008-12-05T13:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:17:37.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone</title><content type='html'>Got a new phone today, IT TOTALLY ROCKS! My old phone was a POS!!! This one is awesome. It takes video and regular pictures and you can do all sorts of things with them. Totally awesome. It's the LG Scoop and I think I'm in love! :)  I had to blog about it. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert and drinking tonight. Getting antsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-5719525706984858247?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/5719525706984858247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=5719525706984858247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/5719525706984858247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/5719525706984858247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/12/phone.html' title='Phone'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-4066628295626663408</id><published>2008-12-04T15:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:52:02.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitties'/><title type='text'>Yes, You guessed correctly!</title><content type='html'>I am bored, AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;On come the funny kitties. You get 8 this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SThXdPj2_pI/AAAAAAAAAT0/fjX00yqy_HA/s1600-h/Eated+Cat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276063123369295506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SThXdPj2_pI/AAAAAAAAAT0/fjX00yqy_HA/s320/Eated+Cat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SThXc8fInEI/AAAAAAAAATs/ZC7xb1nM450/s1600-h/Drumstick.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276063118249204802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SThXc8fInEI/AAAAAAAAATs/ZC7xb1nM450/s320/Drumstick.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SThXb3yrz5I/AAAAAAAAATk/lmkAqHYSu9s/s1600-h/Doggies.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276063099809157010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SThXb3yrz5I/AAAAAAAAATk/lmkAqHYSu9s/s320/Doggies.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SThXG-_5xnI/AAAAAAAAATc/ke2soxgFvII/s1600-h/Dog+Whistle.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276062740966393458" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SThXG-_5xnI/AAAAAAAAATc/ke2soxgFvII/s320/Dog+Whistle.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SThXGmgXj2I/AAAAAAAAATU/eyG9TKh7DPw/s1600-h/Do+I+know+you.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276062734391676770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SThXGmgXj2I/AAAAAAAAATU/eyG9TKh7DPw/s320/Do+I+know+you.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SThXGCrHG6I/AAAAAAAAATM/qdgikCPofnY/s1600-h/Diet.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276062724773059490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SThXGCrHG6I/AAAAAAAAATM/qdgikCPofnY/s320/Diet.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SThXFmqP3OI/AAAAAAAAATE/CslZAOO_EXU/s1600-h/Dancin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276062717253246178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SThXFmqP3OI/AAAAAAAAATE/CslZAOO_EXU/s320/Dancin.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SThXFYrlBjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ex5R9b7lh_s/s1600-h/come+here+often.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276062713500730930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SThXFYrlBjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ex5R9b7lh_s/s320/come+here+often.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-4066628295626663408?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/4066628295626663408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=4066628295626663408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/4066628295626663408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/4066628295626663408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes-you-guessed-correctly.html' title='Yes, You guessed correctly!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SThXdPj2_pI/AAAAAAAAAT0/fjX00yqy_HA/s72-c/Eated+Cat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-1192076256417521660</id><published>2008-12-04T09:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:18:17.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blathering Idiot'/><title type='text'>LOL! Cause I'm scatterbrained!</title><content type='html'>I just realized, as I was looking back through my posts, that I never updated all of you (3) fabulous people from my 11/20 post. Girls night out, Twilight, Rest and relaxation.... BLAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls night out was fun. Big Nix sucked an egg though. It was supposed to be $1.00 U-Call-Its from 9 to 11 PM, but it wasn't actually U-Call-its!!! It was only for well booze, and beer and shots weren't included. HOW HOW HOW can you call it a U-CALL-IT special, if' it's not U-CALL-IT?!?!?!? I was pretty pissed about this, until I asked the bartender if he could do a shot special for us and I got 12 Kamikaze shots for $12.00!!! That's right... who's the fabulous bitch? ME! Yeah, and I had 3 drinks also on the special, but my bill was only $13. You figure out the math on that one. So while the bar sucked eggs, the bar TAB did not. From there we scooted over to Hurricane and my tab there was only $28! It was a pretty cheap night for me, and I had a pretty good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... Twilight.... I think this movie had ruined me ever seeing another book-based movie, with the exception of Harry Potter. This was the worst train wreck of horrible acting I have ever seen! It was puke worthy. Lindy wanted to leave in the middle, but I forced us to stay. I had to see if it was going to get better. It &lt;strong&gt;DID NOT&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't even think I can write anymore on the subject because it was just THAT bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a bunko on the gift finding. Tuesday Morning is where we went and it's like a claustrophobic Big Lots in there. Horrible again. I did find a few things for Carley and got my grandma done, so it wasn't a total bust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have lots of shopping to do, so I will update you on my finds as I go. I know that you all care very deeply about the toys and deals I find. :) Lindy, Jamie and I are going to try to get it all done on Saturday. Hopefully, we will be done. I am very much looking forward to the wrapping party Lindy and I are going to have. Beer and wrapping! A perfect combo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night I am going to Phooson. It's going to be pretty cool. I'm really only looking forward to 2 bands that are going to be there, but I think it will be fun anyway. I'm bring $40 to spend on beer. Beers are an atrocious $8 a piece! Retarded. I'll have lots of pictures to bore you all with on Monday though! Yeay! Happy weekend to you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shop till I drop... and pay with my husbands money!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-1192076256417521660?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/1192076256417521660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=1192076256417521660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/1192076256417521660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/1192076256417521660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/12/lol-cause-im-scatterbrained.html' title='LOL! Cause I&apos;m scatterbrained!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-9123059725997822125</id><published>2008-12-04T09:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:50:40.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh..... Chuck E. ......</title><content type='html'>Lindy, Jamie, myself, Adia, Landon, and Carley met up at Chuck E. Cheeses last night. The convo was good, but the food gave me an upset stomach! It tasted good while I was eating it, but I paid for it later. This was just about the best thing to come out of that place in a long time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/STgJIOUDswI/AAAAAAAAASk/AiC__w3KfnM/s1600-h/Blair+Witch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275977000350364418" style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/STgJIOUDswI/AAAAAAAAASk/AiC__w3KfnM/s320/Blair+Witch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindy and I nicknamed this picture The Blaire Witch Project! It's just creepy. And funny, and typical of my daughter. She LOVES funny faces. maybe she'll grow up to be a comedian! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is a good one of Carley and Adia. I like this one, it's sweet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/STgJIekd6SI/AAAAAAAAAS0/51ZfpD3K1Wo/s1600-h/Carley+&amp;amp;+Adia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275977004714158370" style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/STgJIekd6SI/AAAAAAAAAS0/51ZfpD3K1Wo/s320/Carley+%26+Adia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Carley again with the funny faces. She cracks me up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/STgJIS18ylI/AAAAAAAAASs/B3Ukt8JgwOc/s1600-h/Carley+Funny+Face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275977001566259794" style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/STgJIS18ylI/AAAAAAAAASs/B3Ukt8JgwOc/s320/Carley+Funny+Face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; She's a HOOT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that's really all for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Thursday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Blaire Witch is back in style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-9123059725997822125?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/9123059725997822125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=9123059725997822125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/9123059725997822125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/9123059725997822125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahhhh-chuck-e.html' title='Ahhhh..... Chuck E. ......'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/STgJIOUDswI/AAAAAAAAASk/AiC__w3KfnM/s72-c/Blair+Witch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-2110347516157155882</id><published>2008-12-03T09:58:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:10:37.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just cause I'm bored....</title><content type='html'>Here are some more Cat Funnies. I can't get enought of &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;http://icanhascheezburger.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/STa9IlH81-I/AAAAAAAAASc/97gpVigSMy8/s1600-h/climbing+abilities.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275611968613177314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/STa9IlH81-I/AAAAAAAAASc/97gpVigSMy8/s320/climbing+abilities.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/STa9Il2ndHI/AAAAAAAAASU/Z9g-jny8k6Q/s1600-h/Birds.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275611968808907890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/STa9Il2ndHI/AAAAAAAAASU/Z9g-jny8k6Q/s320/Birds.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/STa9IFIa-ZI/AAAAAAAAASM/f9mYHHhCJ9o/s1600-h/Bent+Cat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275611960025217426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/STa9IFIa-ZI/AAAAAAAAASM/f9mYHHhCJ9o/s320/Bent+Cat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/STa9HsrAYCI/AAAAAAAAASE/jprnTiKSEQs/s1600-h/Baths.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275611953459388450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/STa9HsrAYCI/AAAAAAAAASE/jprnTiKSEQs/s320/Baths.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love these cats and their captions! Love um!&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/3204287140466415829-2110347516157155882?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/2110347516157155882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=2110347516157155882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/2110347516157155882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/2110347516157155882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-cause-im-bored.html' title='Just cause I&apos;m bored....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/STa9IlH81-I/AAAAAAAAASc/97gpVigSMy8/s72-c/climbing+abilities.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-1237016950587969788</id><published>2008-12-02T09:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:43:51.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bah Humbug'/><title type='text'>Wow.... 23 days left!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whew! I'm glad Thanksgiving is over. It went really well. The only thing that really went wrong is that my turkey was done 3 hours early! It said on the package that a 20 lb bird took 6 to 7 hours to cook and we stuffed it, so I needed to add an extra hour... so 7 to 8 hours. I wanted to eat at 3 so I put the birdy in at 6:30 that morning and it was done by noon! It's my luck that it's done early instead of the normal late turkey. Oh well though, it tasted great and we had tons of food that is still sitting in my fridge. :) Leftovers seem to hang out for awhile in my house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh well.... It was a good day, and I hope all of you had a great one also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It was a pretty good weekend over all. Lots of friends and family and drinking and fun.  Now, we look forward to Christmas! I'm sort of Bah Humbug this year. I feel like I just want to get the present buying out of the way and get this holiday over with! I did have fun decorating this year, and I should be happy because I get to have my husband home for Christmas, but I feel annoyed. Not that he's home, just annoyed at Christmas altogether. I guess that's a part of getting older and realizing that it's a very commercial holiday. My kid fascination with it is now completely gone. I hate to think how I would feel if I didn't have a daughter! I think she's the only thing compelling me to try to enjoy the holiday. She's getting harder and harder to shop for though, so now I have to put actual thought into it all. maybe it's just my laziness coming out. :) That's probably it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm going to attempt to get all my shopping done this weekend. I don't have that much to buy, but it feels like a daunting task.  I only have Carley and Lindy's kids and my Sister in law left to do, but I feel like I gotta get it DONE! Then there are my co-workers. Do I or don't I? I think I'll just do the old fall back. Christmas cards with Scratcher in them.  The perfect gift for the someone you don't really know all that well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So, I hope you all are enjoying the holiday season more then I am. I hope that my bah hum bugginess goes away soon. I usually really like this holiday. :) Ho ho ho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Santa is pulling his pants down and mooning us all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-1237016950587969788?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/1237016950587969788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=1237016950587969788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/1237016950587969788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/1237016950587969788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow-23-days-left.html' title='Wow.... 23 days left!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-3575889890597044899</id><published>2008-11-20T11:54:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:23:16.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run away turkeys cause major traffic jam'/><title type='text'>Ahhhh... The Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a little random something that Jamie sent me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSWyg-ZEqBI/AAAAAAAAARc/gceuYAsD0vM/s1600-h/Rar.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270815218480752658" style="WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSWyg-ZEqBI/AAAAAAAAARc/gceuYAsD0vM/s320/Rar.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving is rapidly approaching. I thought I would feel a little overwhelmed because I'm cooking this year, but I don't yet. I'm certain that will change when the day gets closer though. This will be my first attempt at baking! I'm planning on making an apple pie and 2 pumpkin pies. The pumpkin pies will be make out of actual pumpkin! I'm also cooking the turkey this year. I found a recipe for a 2 hour Turkey, but I'm afraid to use it! It would be my luck that the damn thing doesn't cook and we have to have Thanksgiving on Saturday! Oh yeah, we are eating on Friday this year instead of Thursday. I don't suppose it matters what day you do it, as long as you've got your family around. Should be better for me, though, because that gives me a whole day to get baking and brining out of the way. I'm looking forward to it. Should be interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year I feel very rushed for Christmas. I think it has to do with pay periods and bills and whatnot. Last year it didn't matter because Jamie was making buttloads of money and it was already there. This year, I have to ration it out. I've got my MIL, Jamie, my BIL and Lindy done. Carley has one thing already, also. So, I probably shouldn't feel so anxious but, I do. I love the holiday, but I hate the month leading up to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT.... I do have a couple things to look forward to this weekend! Girls night out on Friday! BIG FAT YEAH to that! Lindy and I are going to go shopping for some awesome shirts (that we probably won't find) and then to dinner and then to the bar! We are trying a "new" bar this time. We haven't been to Big Nix since it turned into Big Nix, so we are going to go and check that out. We all know that we are going to end up at Hurricane anyway, but at least we are trying something new.... well new to us anyway. Bog Nix used to be Famous Sams, and I loved it there. An old friend and I used to go there to talk crap about people and just kick it. It was fun. Hopefully, it will be better then the last time I went there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, Lindy and I are going to see Twilight! I can't wait to see this movie. It looks like it's going to follow the book fairly well. We shall see though.... I hate it when movies take the book and twist it into something completely different. Like, when I went to see Stephen Kings "Dream Catcher". Wow-o, did they ever screw that up! After the movie Lindy and I are going Christmas shopping. I can see what I can get done for peeps there. I really only have Carley, my SIL, and my Gramma to buy for. I'm going to leave Jamie's nephews up to him, and I think Jamie and I are going to go shopping together for the rest of Carley's stuff. So- I should be okay. Just breathe.... in and out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday will be my rest/clean day. I hate cleaning, but it's gotta get done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Happy Thanksgiving to the few of you that actually read my junk. Hopefully yours is a great one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I leave you with some funny kitties:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSW29_-aS2I/AAAAAAAAAR0/Cvukxef5-6w/s1600-h/Barfs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270820115168512866" style="WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSW29_-aS2I/AAAAAAAAAR0/Cvukxef5-6w/s320/Barfs.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSW29zkClCI/AAAAAAAAARs/7BmwkDg_DxQ/s1600-h/Art.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270820111836681250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSW29zkClCI/AAAAAAAAARs/7BmwkDg_DxQ/s320/Art.bmp" 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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSW29ksHTCI/AAAAAAAAARk/-beqGpPiv7I/s1600-h/Abort.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270820107844013090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSW29ksHTCI/AAAAAAAAARk/-beqGpPiv7I/s320/Abort.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta love cats with captions! All of these are courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.icanhascheezburgers.com/"&gt;www.icanhascheezburgers.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Gobble Gobble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3204287140466415829-3575889890597044899?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/3575889890597044899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=3575889890597044899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/3575889890597044899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/3575889890597044899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/11/ahhhh-holidays.html' title='Ahhhh... The Holidays'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSWyg-ZEqBI/AAAAAAAAARc/gceuYAsD0vM/s72-c/Rar.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-8381335939886928430</id><published>2008-11-18T11:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:12:51.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored = Funnies</title><content type='html'>I'm bored, so I thought you all could use some amusement.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSMTd0m9p0I/AAAAAAAAARU/S_nt9_yEYVI/s1600-h/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270077392012814146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSMTd0m9p0I/AAAAAAAAARU/S_nt9_yEYVI/s320/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSMTDTWg_YI/AAAAAAAAARM/KjOQNRLD5b4/s1600-h/untitled9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270076936408857986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSMTDTWg_YI/AAAAAAAAARM/KjOQNRLD5b4/s320/untitled9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSMTDc9tq3I/AAAAAAAAARE/zYCAexVN8tA/s1600-h/untitled8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270076938989185906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSMTDc9tq3I/AAAAAAAAARE/zYCAexVN8tA/s320/untitled8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSMTDCUncMI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7fovRza8OHc/s1600-h/untitled7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270076931837489346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSMTDCUncMI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7fovRza8OHc/s320/untitled7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSMTDIYoJAI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/0iq3UVN3KYI/s1600-h/untitled6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270076933464925186" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSMTDIYoJAI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/0iq3UVN3KYI/s320/untitled6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSMTCtEIbcI/AAAAAAAAAQs/uuL3t-a1TN8/s1600-h/untitled5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270076926131203522" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSMTCtEIbcI/AAAAAAAAAQs/uuL3t-a1TN8/s320/untitled5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSMQyxiIo7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/d6_TqrGHLII/s1600-h/untitled4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270074453429625778" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSMQyxiIo7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/d6_TqrGHLII/s320/untitled4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSMQyaqhc-I/AAAAAAAAAQU/aS-6tjYyOEg/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270074447290790882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSMQyaqhc-I/AAAAAAAAAQU/aS-6tjYyOEg/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSMQyGsD8cI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Psn2yywm_TM/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270074441928536514" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSMQyGsD8cI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Psn2yywm_TM/s320/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSMQxxFGE8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/2j7jDtS994U/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270074436127953858" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSMQxxFGE8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/2j7jDtS994U/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&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;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-8381335939886928430?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/8381335939886928430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=8381335939886928430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/8381335939886928430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/8381335939886928430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/11/bored-funnies.html' title='Bored = Funnies'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SSMTd0m9p0I/AAAAAAAAARU/S_nt9_yEYVI/s72-c/untitled3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-8244777759259731356</id><published>2008-11-18T10:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:40:27.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Video</title><content type='html'>Watch the World's Tallest Mohawk in the making!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a title="http://www.ireport.com/docs/DOC-149102" href="http://www.ireport.com/docs/DOC-149102"&gt;http://www.ireport.com/docs/DOC-149102&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-8244777759259731356?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/8244777759259731356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=8244777759259731356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/8244777759259731356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/8244777759259731356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/11/cool-video.html' title='Cool Video'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-669477462066114855</id><published>2008-11-14T09:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:26:01.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny.... and Misspelled!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SR2mCFoiyJI/AAAAAAAAAP8/of-m8UuB840/s1600-h/spew.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268549693895526546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SR2mCFoiyJI/AAAAAAAAAP8/of-m8UuB840/s320/spew.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would think that if you are going to spend this much time making something like this, that you would makes sure your spelling is correct! I still think that is hilarious though. It does not represent me at the moment (momment) but it sure has before! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-669477462066114855?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/669477462066114855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=669477462066114855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/669477462066114855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/669477462066114855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/11/funny-and-misspelled.html' title='Funny.... and Misspelled!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SR2mCFoiyJI/AAAAAAAAAP8/of-m8UuB840/s72-c/spew.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-8142529711873001635</id><published>2008-11-12T09:41:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:56:20.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Vegas pics</title><content type='html'>I was sick as a dog the last 2 days, so i didn't get a chance to get all the pics I wanted to post here. Jamie was thoughtful enough to send me a couple of pics this morning so I could post them here. :) Thanks love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I am posing with this lovely car. I have no idea what it was. Jamie just decided he wanted a pic of me with it. :) This was the 3rd day of SEMA, so I was pretty tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SRsH14652cI/AAAAAAAAAP0/YF0UeErwyx0/s1600-h/tiff+(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267812811533834690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SRsH14652cI/AAAAAAAAAP0/YF0UeErwyx0/s320/tiff+(6).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is after we left SEMA on the 3rd day. I think this was at our hotel casino bar. I'm not sure though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SRsHwdxpkXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/OSJt4TfuVUA/s1600-h/tiff+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267812718347915634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SRsHwdxpkXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/OSJt4TfuVUA/s320/tiff+(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carley gave me a lobster to take with me so that I could have something of hers there. So we took a bunch of pictures of the lobster in various places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is at our hotel buffet. It's a Mr. Lobster and a crawdad with lemon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SRsHwHlZLCI/AAAAAAAAAPk/8FBqECL-fUo/s1600-h/tiff+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267812712390929442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SRsHwHlZLCI/AAAAAAAAAPk/8FBqECL-fUo/s320/tiff+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying Mr. Lobster on a slot machine. I'm obviously winning nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SRsHwClu3bI/AAAAAAAAAPc/8W6arUgVkc0/s1600-h/tiff+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267812711050173874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SRsHwClu3bI/AAAAAAAAAPc/8W6arUgVkc0/s320/tiff+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I won the most money this trip. It's the Monopoly BIG EVENT! I won $138 on this machine. Mr. Lobster was happy... can't you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SRsHwOVpNhI/AAAAAAAAAPU/C_Q1dVtKPYw/s1600-h/tiff+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267812714203919890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SRsHwOVpNhI/AAAAAAAAAPU/C_Q1dVtKPYw/s320/tiff+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lobster on a HUGE tire. This tire was on a little stand and it is taller then I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SRsHvl7EUpI/AAAAAAAAAPM/AsSYzkt5cD8/s1600-h/tiff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267812703355032210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SRsHvl7EUpI/AAAAAAAAAPM/AsSYzkt5cD8/s320/tiff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've got for now, but there are TONS of pictures I'll be bringing in for tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had fun, but I think I'm still tired from it! Mr. Lobster was exhausted too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mmmmmm... so sleepy..... butter.... yum.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Rock Lobster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-8142529711873001635?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/8142529711873001635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=8142529711873001635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/8142529711873001635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/8142529711873001635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-vegas-pics.html' title='Some Vegas pics'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SRsH14652cI/AAAAAAAAAP0/YF0UeErwyx0/s72-c/tiff+(6).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-7266843705951466605</id><published>2008-11-10T10:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:59:15.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Vegas was fun! Lot's of walking. Lots of car parts. Lots of losing money. Lots of drinking! Lots of sickness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have more for you guys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;. I need to upload the photo's onto my thumb drive and bring it in to work. Why would I do an update at home? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch the fun tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-7266843705951466605?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/7266843705951466605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=7266843705951466605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/7266843705951466605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/7266843705951466605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-4790229887623053206</id><published>2008-11-03T10:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:46:03.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOMORROW BABY!</title><content type='html'>I'm SO ready to go! Well, technically, I'm not at all ready. I still have to pack and all that junk! I am mentally and physically prepared though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO READY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of the new truck we bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264487907475131634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQ833AFlDPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/aCZno9GGZ-8/s320/dually+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the truck lowered by the magic of photo shop! SWEET! This thing is a BEAST. I love it. Totally awesome. Plus, the insurance on it is super cheap! It's huge on the inside and it's in really decent condition.  You can fit 6 in it and still be comfortable. It also is a diesel, and has 3 GAS TANKS! I don't think we will ever fill up all of the tanks at once. Wat too much money. It would last for forever though!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright... gotta get some work done before I leave today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-**Ding, Ding, Ding** I'm a slot machine away from becoming a millionaire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-4790229887623053206?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/4790229887623053206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=4790229887623053206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/4790229887623053206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/4790229887623053206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/11/tomorrow-baby.html' title='TOMORROW BABY!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQ833AFlDPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/aCZno9GGZ-8/s72-c/dually+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-1824459665110409009</id><published>2008-10-31T12:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:45:27.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Link Friday</title><content type='html'>I know that this link should be Halloween related, but I just can't pass up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to post this link!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this off of another blog, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mimismartypants&lt;/span&gt;, in one of her older entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just so fan-fucking-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tastic&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asahi-net.or.jp/~xi3h-hrt/momoae.html"&gt;http://www.asahi-net.or.jp/~xi3h-hrt/momoae.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Enjoying Hamster's BIG BALLS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-1824459665110409009?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/1824459665110409009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=1824459665110409009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/1824459665110409009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/1824459665110409009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-link-friday_31.html' title='Random Link Friday'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-3867913421008483354</id><published>2008-10-31T10:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:33:12.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQtA_EvWKXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/HSA4KNSFUTU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263372041860819314" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQtA_EvWKXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/HSA4KNSFUTU/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                        &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQtA-ozELsI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/SIVs-rDon2k/s1600-h/HappyHalloween.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263372034360225474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQtA-ozELsI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/SIVs-rDon2k/s320/HappyHalloween.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQtA99dPAWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/R-GRCRlQhTA/s1600-h/46861697WYzPKO_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263372022725935458" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQtA99dPAWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/R-GRCRlQhTA/s320/46861697WYzPKO_th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQtA9gRUwKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/9thVRt28L-o/s1600-h/45788295cuUXXA_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263372014891352226" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQtA9gRUwKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/9thVRt28L-o/s320/45788295cuUXXA_th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQtA-HTCj0I/AAAAAAAAAOI/3MAlzn0AjjI/s1600-h/Happy_Halloween!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263372025367531330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQtA-HTCj0I/AAAAAAAAAOI/3MAlzn0AjjI/s320/Happy_Halloween!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-3867913421008483354?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/3867913421008483354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=3867913421008483354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/3867913421008483354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/3867913421008483354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='HAPPY HALLOWEEN!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQtA_EvWKXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/HSA4KNSFUTU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-7474807381465328944</id><published>2008-10-30T15:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:29:48.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegas'/><title type='text'>Craaaazy.... Crazy for feeeeelin... so ANXIOUS!</title><content type='html'>OMG! I'm so ready to be on vacation! I think Jamie got it right yesterday when he said "I'm not even here right now. Right now, I'm in the Bellagio sipping an $18.00 margarita!" I feel the same way. My brain is SO already on vacation! I have officially checked into my hotel and am sitting at a penny slot trying to win 260,00 pennies again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the bast part about going is that I finally get to go to SEMA. I have been hearing about SEMA for the last 7 years! Every year come November, that's all Jamie talks about. We have been trying to go for the last 2 years, and it just never worked out. I'm very happy that he finally gets to go again, and I get to be with him when he does. Awesome! SEMA is THE PREMIRE aftermarket car parts show. If it's aftermarket,  it will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to see Zumanity on Wednesday night. I'm totally excited for that, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am even more excited now that I read this review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Show Review &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An erotic journey to the sensual side of Cirque du Soleil&lt;br /&gt;By Pj Pérez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment you enter the Zumanity Theatre at the New York-New York Hotel &amp;amp; Casino, the sense of something "different" surrounds you. A lobby reminiscent of a classic opera house, complete with a winding staircase leading up to balcony seats, creates a sophisticated, alluring feeling. Moving toward the entrance to the theater proper, cushioned walls covered in soft fabric summon you forward, shades of red and blue creating a sensual atmosphere before even being seated.&lt;br /&gt;Inside, the European opera house feeling is reinforced. Unlike other Cirque du Soleil productions, this purpose-built theater -- like Zumanity itself -- does not involve a lot of technical trickery or mechanical constructs. It is intimate and refined, a seemingly simple stage with an extended apron protruding from beneath gorgeous dark red curtains. Winding staircases flank both sides of the stage, leading up to a movable platform for the Zumanity Orchestra -- the interactive house band that provides the live soundtrack for the show.&lt;br /&gt;Well before the show begins, characters appear from all sides, interacting with audience members in their individual, playfully erotic ways. Latin lothario Antonio arouses the interest of women (and some men) with his irresistible gigolo charm, while the lusciously voluptuous Botero Sisters -- in matching risqué maid uniforms -- offer fresh strawberries to audience members, managing to squeeze themselves into tightly packed aisles with comical results.&lt;br /&gt;Zumanity begins organically, with the various preshow characters merging on stage with more of the cast, until the emcee appears to guide the audience through the show, beginning with a brief introduction to each character as they parade down the catwalk to the fanfare of drums and horns.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike recent Cirque productions, Zumanity makes no attempt at a storyline. In true cabaret style, each act stands alone, the only connecting factor being the emcee's narrative songs and jokes. But the elements still come together smoothly, transitions eased by music and subtle set changes.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the warm, sensual atmosphere, Zumanity still features dazzling displays of human capabilities stretched to their limits. Sara Joel and Stéphan Choinière demonstrate amazing strength and balance as they support each other in Kama Sutra-inspired positions. Gyulnara Karaeva and Bolormaa engage in an astonishing display of poise, beauty and skill in and on a giant water bowl. The beautiful Olga Vershinina performs with acrobatic grace high above the stage, suspended only by her own strength and skill upon two lengths of silk.&lt;br /&gt;Zumanity is not all beauty and elegance, however. It also touches on the darker side of eroticism, on the primal urges of our natures and on the topics that much of our society deems "deviant." Tragic beauty Robyn struggles with nylon straps, dangling from the rafters, climaxing in an autoerotic act of ecstasy. Sweet and gorgeous Elena performs an alluring dance on and around a television set to distract her football-focused and neglectful lover. Caged dancers Bernard Giaddis and Kevin Gibbs struggle, cheered on by other prisoners, until they finally embrace in a passionate kiss.&lt;br /&gt;A comedic quartet appears sporadically throughout the proceedings to break up the tension and remind us all that sex should always be -- above all else -- fun. When you boil down the multiple elements of Zumanity, that's really the underlying theme: Though some of the acts present serious images of eroticism, we should never forget that our bodies and our lives are meant for pure pleasure and sheer joy -- and that joy is meant to be shared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just sounds like a really awesome experience. I'm very excited to go. I just can't believe it's still 4 days away! I think next week is going to be a very good week for us! I'm just going to try to be patient and pretend to be interested in work. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dying to see the sensual side!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-7474807381465328944?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/7474807381465328944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=7474807381465328944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/7474807381465328944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/7474807381465328944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/10/craaaazy-crazy-for-feeeeelin-so-anxious.html' title='Craaaazy.... Crazy for feeeeelin... so ANXIOUS!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-4328390074252326668</id><published>2008-10-30T10:38:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:48:16.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ebay Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Oh Ebay... How I love thee.... Let me count the ways..... you enable people to advertise their used crap in creative and inventive ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would do an EBay Halloween blog today. All of these items were found on the first page after searching the word "Halloween"... Some of these take some imagination to be advertised as Halloween items. Each of the items has the actual tag line from the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;N Killer Wolf Werewolf Gloves Hands Costume Halloween &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQoIsvgGojI/AAAAAAAAANo/P0HW4hUqIN4/s1600-h/Wolf+Gloves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263028679294231090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQoIsvgGojI/AAAAAAAAANo/P0HW4hUqIN4/s320/Wolf+Gloves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think there is something to be said for the man who buys these gloves. If you want to dress up as a werewolf, why would you purchase just the gloves? Let's say you did purchase the whole costume, why would you only try to sell the gloves from it? Why not the whole costume? I suppose I will never know the answer to these taunting questions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vintage Wooden Halloween Noise Maker Occupied Japan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQoIh1ri5gI/AAAAAAAAANg/e8xnRehaTdo/s1600-h/Noise+Maker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263028491974272514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQoIh1ri5gI/AAAAAAAAANg/e8xnRehaTdo/s320/Noise+Maker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, why would a noisemaker be qualified as Halloween? Noise makers are for New Years Eve, and little kids Birthday parties. What's with the Occupied Japan part? Is this noisemaker THAT VINTAGE? If so... maybe it shouldn't be sold as a Halloween gag gift that some 8 yr old will break in 10 seconds?  People always amaze me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vint Halloween Sweet Girl Ghosts &amp;amp; Cat 8 Paper Naokins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQoIhbVrChI/AAAAAAAAANY/Qg3e99V35mo/s1600-h/Napkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263028484903209490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQoIhbVrChI/AAAAAAAAANY/Qg3e99V35mo/s320/Napkins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This item cracks me up in more ways than one! I wonder if the inventor of Spell Check pulls his hair out when he sees titles like these? He's got to wonder why he invented such a thing if no one uses it!  Plus, it's a VINT NAPKIN! OOOOOOHHHH!!!!! I'm assuming that's supposed to mean vintage. Please! It's from the 70's and it's probably falling apart inside! Collect all 8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOOSE HAT head cap Halloween COSTUME Elk hunter mask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQoIhQukF6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/6aN9UtdPeZQ/s1600-h/Moose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263028482054821794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQoIhQukF6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/6aN9UtdPeZQ/s320/Moose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably my favorite item! It's a Moose! NO! Wait, it's a HAT! No no! It's a MOOSE HAT! "Dude, I got the PERFECT COSTUME! We should wear it while we take the short cut through the forest! Plus, it doubles as a disguise when we go hunting!" WOW-O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOODIE JUNO HALLOWEEN COSTUME tshirt dancing elk MEDIUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQoIhLHg--I/AAAAAAAAANI/Q0IDDpP4-fk/s1600-h/Juno+COstume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263028480548862946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQoIhLHg--I/AAAAAAAAANI/Q0IDDpP4-fk/s320/Juno+COstume.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the title says it all. I just shake my head and say WTF!! Oh yeah... the Buy It Now price is $69.99. I'm not joking either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Topic Halloween Skin Jewelry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQoIg1LEFRI/AAAAAAAAANA/K5iUUKQzDmg/s1600-h/Hot+Topic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263028474658166034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQoIg1LEFRI/AAAAAAAAANA/K5iUUKQzDmg/s320/Hot+Topic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Please! Cute Bat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween Specail costume custome made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQoIVgf37OI/AAAAAAAAAM4/0LdzqnwdDw4/s1600-h/Halloween+Mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263028280129744098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQoIVgf37OI/AAAAAAAAAM4/0LdzqnwdDw4/s320/Halloween+Mask.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I apologize to the poor misguided inventor of Spell Check. Poor dude. This is a pretty bad ass mask though. I'm pretty sure it's mass marketed and not hand made, but I still like it. It's got a lot of spookiness in it. You don't see this quality of mask everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doggie Dress-Up Dog /Cat Clown Custome Outfit Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQoIVV8I9II/AAAAAAAAAMw/2MvCdtX64fY/s1600-h/Doggie+Costume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263028277295510658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQoIVV8I9II/AAAAAAAAAMw/2MvCdtX64fY/s320/Doggie+Costume.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would Halloween be now, if someone didn't think of the Pet Costume. I love this because the title says it's a dog/cat costume and it clearly states on the package that it's for a dog. It's just so great. Seller: "Please just &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;buy this stupid thing! OH! I know! I'll say it can go on a cat too. Cat's &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; to dress up! Especially as a Clown!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boutique AMAZING Baby Bib SMOCK NEW *COUNTRY HALLOWEEN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQoIVJIkNcI/AAAAAAAAAMo/eSHCz94zLlw/s1600-h/Country+Smock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263028273857967554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQoIVJIkNcI/AAAAAAAAAMo/eSHCz94zLlw/s320/Country+Smock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boutique AMAZING Baby Bib SMOCK Fall Halloween NEW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQoIU2PU59I/AAAAAAAAAMg/7URiTyTF_GU/s1600-h/Corn+Smock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263028268786051026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQoIU2PU59I/AAAAAAAAAMg/7URiTyTF_GU/s320/Corn+Smock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another fine example of 'Please get this crap out of my house.... I'll call it whatever you want me to!' I honestly didn't know they even made smocks for babies. Horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARUTO ANIME ANBU MASK COSPLAY HALLOWEEN MASK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQoIU_kpE2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/mVLxFQHfyU8/s1600-h/Anime+Mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263028271291372386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQoIU_kpE2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/mVLxFQHfyU8/s320/Anime+Mask.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You now what they say! Japan: Producing 85% of the worlds weird shit since 1982!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO TRUE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Halloween is upon us! Tomorrow is the big day. Hope all goes well for you trick or treaters! 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We carved pumpkins while watching &lt;em&gt;It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown!&lt;/em&gt; It was the most I've felt Halloween-ey in a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;There's just something to be said for hearing "You DUMB BLOCKHEAD!!!" over and over again. It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a picture of our lovely pumpkin guts. This does not do justice to how much we actually had. 4 pumpkins = a lot of guts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262628014351328114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQicS-RuI3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/0rrfbDiQcfQ/s320/100_0548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I snuck in this shot of Jamie when he wasn't paying attention. Love it! He's like uh, Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262627990839101746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQicRmr-CTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vpQdoWl35Vo/s320/100_0546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jamie took this one of Carley and I. Poor Carley gets the eyes closed shot every time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262628019282443218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQicTQpY-9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/5vY0o1bSKqw/s320/100_0550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262628017827429506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQicTLOfPII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/W6Wgz1fB9_g/s320/100_0549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carley was so excited about carving pumpkins. She got to carve the whole thing herself. She got a little frustrated that the pieces wouldn't come out, but all in all she did great. The first picture is her scooping the guts out. Man she loved that part. Gooey Sticky Pumpkin Crap! Yeay! Second picture is her carving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262628000245822514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQicSJutNDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/qRycBIvuE2Y/s320/100_0547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQidKvoF00I/AAAAAAAAAKY/0y8WS0LS7-w/s1600-h/100_0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262628972491297602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQidKvoF00I/AAAAAAAAAKY/0y8WS0LS7-w/s320/100_0558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought I would throw in some random dog pics just to throw you off. Sam is getting so big! He's a picture whore! He was barking the whole time Jamie was taking his picture. He's inseparable from his bones too. At least it's not my shoes! We'd have skinned dog pictures if it were my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQicuQo1rTI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-Lwsa237kko/s1600-h/100_0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262628483136597298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQicuQo1rTI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-Lwsa237kko/s320/100_0555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQicuArQbCI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/q7BHQMwpN3s/s1600-h/100_0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262628478851771426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQicuArQbCI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/q7BHQMwpN3s/s320/100_0554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQict6w2-oI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zd4poO768i4/s1600-h/100_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262628477264657026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQict6w2-oI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zd4poO768i4/s320/100_0553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQictW88yQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/8Eh2Qzelr0I/s1600-h/100_0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262628467651692802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQictW88yQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/8Eh2Qzelr0I/s320/100_0552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's such a cute dog. I think that's the only thing that saves him from death! Here's my finished pumpkin. I don't think I have ever had a pumpkin I didn't screw up on! There is supposed to be more to the mask side of the face. It broke. :( I was sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262628955612991170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQidJwv_TsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/IvGo89WDgMw/s320/100_0556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jamie's 2 pumpkins. Fabulous!!!! I like the skeleton one. Jamie drew that free hand!The other is a Witch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262628459327306274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQics38QuiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/U-xHfxHNY84/s320/100_0551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Jamie's 2 pumpkins, and mine all finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262628965136072322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQidKUOd_oI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/aeoNaapYguE/s320/100_0557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Carley's finished product. BEAUTIFUL! I think she will be an artist someday! The title of this pattern was "Fatty Batty". LOL! I think that's just dandy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262628975396339858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQidK6ctQJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/kGVXx0eW1lA/s320/100_0559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish this pic had come out better. She's just hammin it up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262628978452352482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQidLF1UTeI/AAAAAAAAAKo/uAEEsLRXdNM/s320/100_0560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's our family of pumpkins! Can't wait to light them up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262629268670646962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQidb--wCrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/aWYXje-EXVk/s320/100_0562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262629263351390882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQidbrKioqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/cH4oYBJOP-g/s320/100_0561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a pretty good night. We all had our fun doing the pumpkin thing. Thank goodness we only have to do it once a year! Dried pumkins guts are very hard to get off of the counter! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, gotta get going... almost time for lunch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-YOU BLOCKHEAD!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-567856173611805254?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/567856173611805254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=567856173611805254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/567856173611805254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/567856173611805254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkins.html' title='Pumpkins'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQicS-RuI3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/0rrfbDiQcfQ/s72-c/100_0548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-7674438754738263083</id><published>2008-10-27T09:28:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:20:26.539-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween Party'/><title type='text'>Monday.... So.... Sleeeeepy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Another Monday to suffer through. I'm so tired! I stayed up way too late playing Super Mario Galaxy on Wii. I ended up going to bed around 12:30 AM. Jamie is working crappy hours. We both hate it. Oh well, this week should be the only week he has to work it as next week we will be in VEGAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm still SUPER excited to be going. Tuesday - Saturday full of Vegas fun. I'm sure I will be more than ready to come home by Saturday. 5 days of Vegas is a little much. Usually by the 4th day I'm ready to sleep in my own bed and not be drunk anymore. :) &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;EDIT: I have been sternly informed that we are going to Vegas for SEMA, not to have a 5 day drinking binge. HA!&lt;/span&gt; Still looking forward to the vacation though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday we did nothing! It was nice. I think we were in bed by 9:30 PM! I tried to watch The Decent. It was so lame in the first 20 minutes I had to turn it off before all the gory good stuff! I was disappointed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Saturday we went to the Halloween party. Everyone knew what my costume was! It was awesome. I think my husband is the only person in the WORLD that doesn't know who Carrie is. LOL, it was funny. Jamie was The KING from the Burger King commercials. It was super great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We took a bunch of pictures, but when Jamie went to transfer them to the laptop, they all got erased! We were both pretty pissed. I wanted to post them here today. :*( I'm sad. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The party was pretty good, though. Jamie made Jungle Juice and I made Jell-o Shots. I made some Mojito ones, that turned out really strong, and they weren't that good. I also made some strawberry ones with vodka and those turned out really good. The Jungle Juice turned out really good, too! It was so tasty. The fruit wasn't so tasty, but who cares about the fruit! Wayne and I played a round of beer pong, with 2 other dudes and I remembered beer pong being a lot more fun then it really was. Plus, we mixed 2 kinds of beer in the cups, and THAT WAS DISGUSTING! Other then that there was the really shit faced dude that everyone at the party makes fun of. There were a lot of really good costumes too. Someone came as Lady Liberty, and there was Favor Flave. Our hosts were Devils, there was a white trash dude, a beer can guy, a sexy corrections office and her prisoner(Dept of Erections, you can see where that's going) and an evil joker. Then there were the people who don't like to play along and didn't wear a costume. There was a huge fire and plenty of booze!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Jamie started drinking right when we got there and was ready to go around 10:30 PM. I held out only a little bit longer. We were home by 11:30 PM, I think. We were both really tired from getting up at 7:30 AM that morning. We had fun though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Now we are looking forward to this weekend being Halloween! Carley is impatiently waiting to get her costume on. She's super excited. We are going to get some pumpkins tonight. I think we are going to have to carve them on Thursday though, so it can be a family thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;This weekend I also found out that I will be hosting 12 people for Thanksgiving! That's including us, so really it's only 8. This being my first Thanksgiving as a host, 8 people makes me a little nervous. What if I don't make enough? What if they hate the way I cook? *SIGH* Oh well, I guess I'll just go with the flow. I think we are going to make a half ham and a big turkey, just to make sure everyone eats, and everyone has left overs. Geez... I'm already thinking about Thanksgiving ands it's not even officially Halloween yet! That is why all the corporations out there put Christmas stuff out in October. For people like me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Alrighty, I'm off to stare blankly at my screen for awhile. CAUSE I CAN! WHAHAHAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Carrie says RAHR! HOW DARE YOU!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-7674438754738263083?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/7674438754738263083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=7674438754738263083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/7674438754738263083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/7674438754738263083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/10/monday-so-sleeeeepy.html' title='Monday.... So.... Sleeeeepy'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-1299362487866994807</id><published>2008-10-24T13:39:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T14:11:01.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew... TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's been a lame week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LAME! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did manage to score some more pics from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; wedding though. I'm only going to put the ones I like in though, as there are a whole bunch. Obviously, there are going to be more of myself! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's ME! I think I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;talking&lt;/span&gt; to someone and saw that my picture was being taken. Oh well.... Cheese!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQI1-TaUVEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7RWoEAKfVl4/s1600-h/CIMG0700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260826659200980034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQI1-TaUVEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7RWoEAKfVl4/s320/CIMG0700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, I'm the first to admit that my husband is a little wacky. These pics are just further proof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQI1-J0P0AI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wTi3iGL1zNg/s1600-h/CIMG0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260826656625381378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQI1-J0P0AI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wTi3iGL1zNg/s320/CIMG0695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQI1-BQ5WdI/AAAAAAAAAIY/R5JArkOjA1I/s1600-h/CIMG0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260826654329625042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQI1-BQ5WdI/AAAAAAAAAIY/R5JArkOjA1I/s320/CIMG0694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQI192b7bzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5ZHo4-Spwl8/s1600-h/CIMG0693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260826651423108914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQI192b7bzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5ZHo4-Spwl8/s320/CIMG0693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I love these chicks! There was a vent underneath them, and it was SO hot in the tent that they needed to get some air! Poor girls had 4 or more layers on! Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQI192XW3UI/AAAAAAAAAII/6skNRjO2xOo/s1600-h/CIMG0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260826651403935042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQI192XW3UI/AAAAAAAAAII/6skNRjO2xOo/s320/CIMG0692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; is a pic of the Best Man's Toast. I don't have a pic of the Maid of Honors toast, so this will have to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260828332893675602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQI3fuZwIFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xh_xi9GhKfU/s320/CIMG0691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I think that is enough of the Wedding stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RANDOM LINK FRIDAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myscienceproject.org/j-shot-3.html"&gt;http://www.myscienceproject.org/j-shot-3.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This website is dedicated to the BEST TASTING JELL-O SHOTS! They went above and beyond to test every type of Jell-o with All sorts of different kinds of Liquor. I actually made the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mojito&lt;/span&gt; Jell-o shot for my friends costume party tomorrow night. I can't wait to try one tonight to see how it turned out!!! I hope it's good, otherwise I just wasted a bunch of rum and Lime Jell-o! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, folks..... I guess I'm all talked out for this Friday. See &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;y'all&lt;/span&gt; on Monday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Na-nu Na-nu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/3204287140466415829-1299362487866994807?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/1299362487866994807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=1299362487866994807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/1299362487866994807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/1299362487866994807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/10/whew-tgif.html' title='Whew... TGIF'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQI1-TaUVEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7RWoEAKfVl4/s72-c/CIMG0700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-6242409941935197716</id><published>2008-10-23T09:36:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T14:14:32.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay! I have some wedding pics. They were taken by Candace and her Husband, so you are going to see a lot of her in these. I'm waiting for pics from other people. It was a beautiful wedding. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;They&lt;/span&gt; had the ceremony and the reception at Danielle's parents home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Joe walking the "aisle" with his parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQCowHx5AeI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DRerCVLRtQQ/s1600-h/m_d0107e146ad14640a8427486294db249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260389909444231650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQCowHx5AeI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DRerCVLRtQQ/s320/m_d0107e146ad14640a8427486294db249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a couple of Danielle and her son walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260389438086859842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQCoUr1iTEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3C_0bjXYVfI/s320/m_9ac0ede589d144fd9732262a3e8076cc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260389902168517490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQCovsrOa3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nn7yQL8eABw/s320/m_929fa9dc086d449880318d657ce4aaac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Danielle and Joe light the Unity Candle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260390087087874050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQCo6djb4AI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hzM5C_xn-kE/s320/m_f80dc47ec21a4b9b9176ba6c20d1de71.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; their vows. She was balling by this time. So was I! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260389890325213074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQCovAjj75I/AAAAAAAAAHI/bmvgvMQkBqs/s320/m_39b644009c30413d96d2aa3d75c0e698.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;The Wedding Party. She had 7 Brides Maids and a Maid of Honor. He had 7 Groomsmen and a Best Man. HUGE wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQCov0fGjvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/TomYXtNBR1w/s1600-h/m_bed6e94b3e3345f698e08e5aeee52af1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260389904265154290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQCov0fGjvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/TomYXtNBR1w/s320/m_bed6e94b3e3345f698e08e5aeee52af1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260389895658305490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQCovUbEd9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/drcG9qq8mCY/s320/m_72a9f2ccad2741aca7ccaa6f6ec99435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is at the reception. Me and my buddy Candace. LOVE HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260390087851502770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQCo6gZf7LI/AAAAAAAAAIA/g4hr8WFdyYA/s320/m_da3470828f284b31b77dffc2e651e790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kari and Rob&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260390081910184466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQCo6KQ-mhI/AAAAAAAAAHw/w2tlzObjghw/s320/m_fab654b2fc71469781e1692bdace22c5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this pic. From Left to right: Candace, Me, Danielle, Natalie, and Kari. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260389437962891490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQCoUrX-sOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Imhlt7-206Y/s320/m_17f8b5eff9dc404593f891a7d6ea25c5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Candace and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Danielle's&lt;/span&gt; daughter, Tori.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260389432237348914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQCoUWC52DI/AAAAAAAAAGw/DZ29ugQZB8o/s320/m_5ab6b88f4f484ac0b65c76c0832bd1f4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candace and my hubby in the background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260389427252088098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQCoUDeUzSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/BogBW9TFmBE/s320/m_4b840d77f5b746b1bc31e065aa611b49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Candace and Joe at the reception. Joe's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;takin&lt;/span&gt; a breather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260389430603775554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQCoUP9bfkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/S-hWvfGsxZA/s320/m_0be44c1fac034368bc7fed81104e0a23.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really good wedding. Like I said before, the wedding party all hopped into a limo toward the end of the night and drove to Hurricane Bay. It was a bunch of drunken fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-6242409941935197716?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/6242409941935197716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=6242409941935197716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/6242409941935197716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/6242409941935197716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/10/wedding-pics.html' title='Wedding Pics'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SQCowHx5AeI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DRerCVLRtQQ/s72-c/m_d0107e146ad14640a8427486294db249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-4050055990883050583</id><published>2008-10-21T10:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T10:58:42.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VACATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;13 DAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-4050055990883050583?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/4050055990883050583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=4050055990883050583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/4050055990883050583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/4050055990883050583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/10/vacation.html' title='VACATION'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-6501392682749125955</id><published>2008-10-20T10:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:05:30.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday.... again.... bleh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Good morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's Monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I hate Monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I especially hate Mondays when I've spent all day Sunday hung over and immobile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Wedding on Saturday was really great. I cried. Then I got stupid drunk and danced my little ass off. There was a bunch of people I know there so that made it even better. I hate it when you go to a wedding and you know no one. This time was great. Even Jamie had a good time. He very rarely has a good time at functions like a wedding. No pictures, though, as we forgot the camera! I &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; forget the camera, but Jamie is usually the one remembering it for me. He forgot this time as well. Oh well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anyway, the wedding was beautiful and the reception was way fun. Once the toasts were over everything went pretty quickly. We ate, and then they cut the cake and did the first dances and stuff. Jamie danced with me a lot, so I was very happy. He likes to think he's not a dancer, but he's actually better then your average white dude. After a while we all ended up going to hurricane. Jamie and I made a pit stop for some nooky on the way there, so we were the last ones to arrive. Then I did something dumb. I did a shot! By the time we got home I was so ready to puke, and ended up doing so like 3 times. It was nasty. I was still VERY hungover the next day, so I'm really glad that I threw up. I would have been is WAY worse shape yesterday if I hadn't. Okay, so enough puke talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I did NOTHING all day Sunday. I laid on the couch and caught up on all of the shows I recorded. No I have a pile of laundry still waiting for me and dirty toilets. Oh well, guess I know what I'm doing tonight. :) BLAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;That was my weekend. This coming weekend we have the Halloween party. Not too sure if that's still going to happen though, as the dude who's throwing the party got fired from his job yesterday. :( No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Moolah&lt;/span&gt; = No Party! I suppose we will have to see though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jamie sent me this email yesterday with really old games in it. When you open the attachment, they all open in Excel. I had NO IDEA you could do that with an Excel Spreadsheet. It's totally awesome. They have Sonic, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PacMan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tetris&lt;/span&gt;, a Golf Game and a game called Bloody Penguin. In that game you hit the penguin with a club to see how far you can get him to fly. When you hit him with the club he gets cut in half and his bloody head flies! I got as far as 677 ft. With I thought was pretty impressive. :) It's fun stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2 WEEKS UNTIL I'M IN VEGAS!!!! Well, actually, 2 weeks and a day. I'm super duper excited! It's going to be great. I just wish I could not pay bills this month, and take all that money to Vegas with me.  *SIGH* I know... pipe dreams.... :) That would be really great though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So I'm re-reading a series book. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; by Stephenie Meyer&lt;/em&gt; is the first in the series.  The movie comes out on November 21st. I'm pretty excited for that too. I wish it was Harry Potter that we were going to see on that day, but I'm okay with seeing this movie first. I had forgotten how much I like these books. They are even better the second time around, cause I already know where all of the slow parts are so I can skim. I like to re-read the book &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; I see the movie so that I can complain (loudly, and often) about what they missed, or what they changed completely. I don't understand why they change things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; when they make a movie out of a book. The book was good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; to make a movie out of, so why change it? The changes almost always make the movie horrible. I get that you have to adapt the book for the movie screen, but I don't think it;s necessary to change or add stuff. I hate that! Yet, I still refuse to NOT go see it. If I'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; read it, I HAVE TO SEE IT. I know. I'm weird. Lindy is the total opposite. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; like to see the movies, or shows that are adapted from books. Turns out that she wants to see &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with me, so I'm happy! I'm glad she changed her mind. I hope they don't ruin it for us though. I already know that the climax had been changed in the movie, from the trailer I saw. They expanded what really happened.  I'm not sure I care about that too much though. We shall see how it works out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Alright, I'm off to lunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Have a GREAT MONDAY. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;BLEH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-6501392682749125955?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/6501392682749125955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=6501392682749125955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/6501392682749125955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/6501392682749125955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/10/monday-again-bleh.html' title='Monday.... again.... bleh....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-5264739345502854449</id><published>2008-10-17T08:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:05:41.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOOOOORRRRAAAAYYYYY FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so glad its Friday. It's been a long week. This weekend should be pretty cool. I'm going to my friends wedding on Saturday, and then NOTHING! I really like doing nothing on my weekends. I think that's what weekends are made for. I also think we should have a 2 day work week, and a 5 day weekend but i don't think I'm the only one who feels that way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So here's the random link for this Friday. I really really like this website. Some of the items are really funny, and some are just cute, but all are great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;http://icanhascheezburger.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So, I'm going to be really busy for the next 4 weekends! This is pretty rare for me, because as I mentioned earlier, I really like doing nothing on my weekends. This weekend is the Wedding. Next weekend is Wayne's Halloween Party. The weekend after that is Halloween, and then on the 4th weekend I will be in LAS VEGAS! I reiterate the need and excitement I have for my trip (please see last blog)!!! I'M READY!!!! Wow, I just had a Spongebob flash. Ewe. I love Spongebob, but I don't like to think abut him at 8:30 AM. Or anytime I'm not watching him on TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Work has been really slow. It makes me lazy. Yesterday, I had a crazy person on the phone. It was entertaining for a minute, and then I was over it. I hate it when work is slow. It makes my day soooooo much longer then it really needs to be. I will probably have to create some stuff to do so that I don't go crazy waiting for 5:00 PM to come. Yea for Cold Calling! BLEH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So I'm ready for the election to be over and done with. I know who I'm going to Vote for and I'm just ready to do it. I'm really tired of seeing all of these attack ads on the TV, too. I think that every other commercial is something negative about someone. I hate that. I also just heard his clip from the Howard Stern Show this morning about Barack Obama. Sterns guy was interviewing people in Harlem about there preference for Obama or McCain. All 3 of them said they were Obama supporters. So the interviewer asked them some questions on why they support Obama, then he replaced Obama policies with McCain's. NONE of them knew the difference! They had no clue what Obama or McCain's policies were. This makes me sad. If you are going to vote, I really think you should know what you are voting for! Make an informed decision people! I know it's confusing, but there are ways to find out what each candidate is for and the policies they are supposedly going to implement!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I just heard the phrase Rosta Nipples! ROSTA NIPPLES!!! What a neat phrase!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway, enough about the politics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I really have no idea what I'm going to wear to this wedding this weekend. Ah, such a dilemma! I have 2 dresses I'm trying to choose from. I really want to wear the more formal one, but my husband will look very under dressed if I do. So I think I'm going with the less formal one. It's pretty cute. I haven't worn in for about 3 years, so I'm hoping it will still fit! It's supposed to be really nice this weekend, so it will be perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm listening to the radio right now and they are discussing sex in the workplace. I can't believe the amount of people who have had sex while they were supposed to be working! I've never even thought about doing that anywhere near work! Maybe I'm just boring, but I just don't think that would be very sexy at all. I suppose that it would all depend on the situation though. Plus, I've been married for 4 years, so I'm sure I've gotten a little safe, too!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well, I hope you enjoy the link, and my rambling. Off to work I force myself to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-See ya, wouldn't want to be ya! (just kidding:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-5264739345502854449?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/5264739345502854449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=5264739345502854449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/5264739345502854449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/5264739345502854449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/10/hooooorrrraaaayyyyy-friday.html' title='HOOOOORRRRAAAAYYYYY FRIDAY'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-730909854392513623</id><published>2008-10-14T10:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:08:16.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Come Sooner'/><title type='text'>Come on Vacation</title><content type='html'>The countdown begins! I may even put a countdown gadget on my site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving for VEGAS in........ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait to go. (I love that phrase "Can't Wait", well guess what... YOU GOTTA WAIT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SMOKIN&lt;/span&gt; deal at the Gold Coast for when we go. $53/night!!! FABULOUS!!!! It's not on the strip, but it is across from The Palms. I haven't ever been to the Palms, so it's going to be DOUBLE COOL. Our hotel looks pretty nice too. They even have a bowling alley!&lt;br /&gt;Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goldcoastcasino.com/"&gt;http://www.goldcoastcasino.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the players card they have too. It's a tiered card. $1.00 in play = 1 Point. You earn 20,000 points (or spend $20,000) in &lt;strong&gt;90 DAYS&lt;/strong&gt; then you graduate from the RUBY CARD to the SAPPHIRE card! With the SAPPHIRE card you get 2 points for every $1.00 played. Then if you earn 125,000 (or spend $125,000) w/in &lt;strong&gt;90 DAYS&lt;/strong&gt; you graduate to the EMERALD CARD! This card gives you 3 points for every $1.00 played!!!! What a STEAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that most of the players cards are rated exactly like this one, but i don't think they spell it out like that for you. It just kinda blew me away that they want you to spend approx $125,000 in 90 days to get rewards for their hotels and shows! That's more than I make in a year! Guess I won't be getting any comps from any hotels any time soon! Comps are for RICH people! We are so backwards in this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really just looking forward to WONDERFUL BUFFET FOOD! I LOVE Vegas Buffets. I think that's the only way to eat while you are there. Buffets are what MADE Vegas. Aside from mobsters, that is. My mom used to tell me stories of the $3.00 all-you-can-eat buffet. Old Vegas used to be all about the cheap buffet, never mind the occasional mob hit! But Still!! Gone are those good old days for a steak and lobster buffet for $5.00. Probably gone are the days of everyone getting food poisoning also, though! I think I can pay $20 for a food poisoning-free buffet and still get my monies worth! I didn't get to go to a buffet the last time I went to Vegas. My BF Lindy and I went together and we didn't want to spend the money on the buffet so we were CONSTANTLY LOOKING FOR FOOD. That was a horrible food weekend!!! We stayed somewhere where they only had one cafe, and we ended up waiting for like 20 MINUTES to get seated when both of us could see that there were EMPTY tables! So we decided to look for food elsewhere, and wandered around this other hotel and tried to eat there, but everything was WAY expensive! So we ended up eating a crappy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pretzel&lt;/span&gt; in broken massage chairs, that were probably very unclean, in the middle of some passageway out of the hotel we were at.  That was the worst food experience I have ever had in Vegas and I'll have to blame it all on not eating at the buffet! We didn't really have a choice that time as funds were very limited, but i don't think I'll ever do that again! Buffet all the way, baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really really ready for this vacation. Life is getting me down lately. I sound like a hippie when I say that, but it doesn't make it any less true.  I'm FOR SURE ready for this Vegas trip! I'm ready to drink and smoke too much... oh wait, I already do that! So, i guess I'm ready to smoke ANYWHERE I WANT and not 20 ft. from the any entrance way with people looking at me like I have leprosy. I'm ready to drink ANYWHERE I WANT, even on the street! I'm ready to do some gambling and have my ass handed to me in the process. I'm ready to sleep in an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;uncomfy&lt;/span&gt; hotel bed and out the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door! I'm ready for VEGAS!!&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I have about 3 weeks until we go.... so being ready now does me no good. :) I do have 3 weekend full of stuff to do though, so hopefully that will make the time go by fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great weather for Vegas! It's too soon to see what the actual forecast will be for when we go, but it seems like the average &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;highes&lt;/span&gt; are in the lower 70's and the average lows are in the upper 40's. Record highs are in the upper 80's and record lows are in the upper 20's. I'm hoping the record highs will be more prevalent while we are there. I'm a wuss when it comes to cold. I'm an ARIZONAN! We get cold when it's 65 degrees out and cloudy! So I'm hoping it will be unseasonably warm that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To drive or to fly... that is the question! We can drive, but we have no idea what gas will cost at that time. I'm crossing my fingers that it will be quite a bit cheaper when we go, but we can fly for a guaranteed $286. That also means that we may have to pay for checked luggage, and then the taxi from the airport to the hotel, plus the parking fees at the airport. I'm pretty sure we are going to just drive because it's going to end up being cheaper in the long run. I really love to fly there though. It's just so nice to get there in 45 minutes. It's also really nice to get back in 45 minutes! The drive home is really the worst part of the trip. It always seems to take forever! *SIGH* I really like to pay for convenience, but this time it would take away from my gambling money. I'm pretty sure we are just going to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sure you are going to hear a lot about my upcoming vacation in the next few weeks. I'll try to tone it down so you don;t get too jealous. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SO READY TO GO ON VACATION!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-730909854392513623?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/730909854392513623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=730909854392513623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/730909854392513623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/730909854392513623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/10/come-on-vacation.html' title='Come on Vacation'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-231552760445133148</id><published>2008-10-13T16:31:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:44:22.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh, Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow, it was a busy Columbus Day! I'm just now getting time to update! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This weekend was a pretty good one. Went out on Friday with Jamie and Lindy to our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;neighborhood&lt;/span&gt; bar/club. Had a pretty good time, with exception of all of the douche bags that go there. Saturday night I didn't have to drive, so I got pretty snookered! We went to Dave and Busters for a friend's b-day party. They have this drink there called Walk the Plank. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; SO GOOD and also SO DANGEROUS! It's got Captain Morgan Spiced Rum, Orange Juice, Pineapple Juice, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;splash&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pomegranate&lt;/span&gt; syrup and Bacardi 151 on top. Very very tasty, and very very strong. I had 3 of those babies and had a really good buzz going on. By the time I got home, I was pretty drunk, and 4 Walk the Plank's deep. Like, drunk enough to take a tequila shot all by myself, drunk! :) I highly recommend a Dave &amp;amp; Busters Walk the plank. Just maybe only one! Anyway, so I had the shot and I made myself a Captain and Dr. Pepper and we went to sit out in front of the neighbors house. They had a fire going and were all sitting and chatting. It was pretty fun!!! They have a really n&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ice&lt;/span&gt; iron stove thing, that is portable. I ended up being very drunk on Saturday and VERY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hungover&lt;/span&gt; on Sunday. So I sat on the couch and caught up on shows that I have recorded. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; IS THE BEST INVENTION EVER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; weekend was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pleasant&lt;/span&gt;. I am going to my good friends wedding this Saturday, so I will be sure to have pictures of that to put up. I'm pretty excited about it. I just can't decide on what to wear..... Oh well, perhaps I'll save that debate for tomorrow's update. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Make Love Not War, man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-231552760445133148?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/231552760445133148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=231552760445133148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/231552760445133148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/231552760445133148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/10/bleh-monday.html' title='Bleh, Monday!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-1157934145045037899</id><published>2008-10-10T14:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:12:45.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smoke Free is the WAY TO BE'/><title type='text'>YEAY LINDY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I want to give a big fat SHOUT OUT to Lindy for having quit smoking in July and still being smoke free!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; TO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;LINDY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WHOO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HOOOOOO!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I know I wouldn't have lasted this long! You go Girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-1157934145045037899?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/1157934145045037899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=1157934145045037899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/1157934145045037899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/1157934145045037899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/10/yeay-lindy.html' title='YEAY LINDY'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-7535747969722410649</id><published>2008-10-10T09:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:41:20.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Link Friday!</title><content type='html'>I have decided to start a Random Link Friday. Lindy usually finds these really random websites that are totally fabulous, and weird. I thought I'd take the time each week to share with my random readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week we will highlight &lt;a title="http://cuteoverload.com/" href="http://cuteoverload.com/"&gt;http://cuteoverload.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a REALLY CUTE website full of REALLY CUTE animals. It's fun to scroll through, if only for the pictures. The captions are PRETTY CUTE too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-7535747969722410649?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/7535747969722410649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=7535747969722410649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/7535747969722410649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/7535747969722410649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-link-friday.html' title='Random Link Friday!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-4945848054555574840</id><published>2008-10-09T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:21:38.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taco Bell I owe Thee an Apology</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was driving home last night and happened to look down at my passenger seat, and guess what was laying there! Yes, that’s right…. It was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SPORK&lt;/span&gt;! So, I do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt; for my rudeness to Taco Bell and my implication that they may be feeling pain from the economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am deeply and truly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sporks&lt;/span&gt; coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sporks&lt;/span&gt; are NOT for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shanking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-4945848054555574840?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/4945848054555574840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=4945848054555574840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/4945848054555574840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/4945848054555574840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/10/taco-bell-i-owe-thee-apology.html' title='Taco Bell I owe Thee an Apology'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-6177456437160811955</id><published>2008-10-08T16:24:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:33:38.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Costume</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;So I had to return my Fairy Costume. It was just a teeny bit too slutty for me. I didn't want to do slutty this year. I just wanted a regular cute costume. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; there is not much selection when you don't wear a size 16. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;So I went with this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Adultsâ€™-Prom-Nightmare-Costume/dp/B000GL1YEO/qid=1223505585/ref=br_1_5/602-4989538-5205412?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;node=202853011&amp;amp;frombrowse=1&amp;amp;pricerange=&amp;amp;index=target&amp;amp;field-browse=202853011&amp;amp;rank=pmrank&amp;amp;rh=&amp;amp;page=3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.target.com/Adultsâ€™-Prom-Nightmare-Costume/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dp&lt;/span&gt;/B000&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GL&lt;/span&gt;1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YEO&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;qid&lt;/span&gt;=1223505585/ref=&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;br&lt;/span&gt;_1_5/602-4989538-5205412?&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;=&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;UTF&lt;/span&gt;8&amp;amp;node=202853011&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;frombrowse&lt;/span&gt;=1&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pricerange&lt;/span&gt;=&amp;amp;index=target&amp;amp;field-browse=202853011&amp;amp;rank=&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pmrank&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;rh&lt;/span&gt;=&amp;amp;page=3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Or if you'd rather not click the link, here's the pic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254928438208232050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SO1Bkp9_-nI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1FoVq5sI9bg/s320/Costume.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;TOTALLY RAD! It's so simple, yet so gory at the same time! It's great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'm wearing it to the costume party, possibly to work all day, and then to my brother-in-law's house on Halloween night.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta see if we are dressing up for work that day or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I already bought fake eyelashes for my fairy costume, so I'm going to use them for this one too. Nice make-up, fake lashes, and BLOOD everywhere. I'm excited about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I don't think I've been this excited about a Halloween costume since I was Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz and my mom made my Rubie Slippers all glittery. Man those shoes were great! I wanted to wear them all the time after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;. Eventually the glitter wore off and then were just regular shoes again, but it was the greatest while it lasted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-wishing you great happiness with your costume&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-6177456437160811955?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/6177456437160811955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=6177456437160811955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/6177456437160811955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/6177456437160811955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-costume.html' title='New Costume'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SO1Bkp9_-nI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1FoVq5sI9bg/s72-c/Costume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-8275546600431040249</id><published>2008-10-08T12:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:14:07.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Spork is a spork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unless it&apos;s in Finnish'/><title type='text'>Yum, Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, I went to run a couple of errands at lunch today. My lovely dog Sam chewed up the power cord to the power supply to my 3 week old Wii system yesterday AND the cord to the Nun Chuck! Yes, I was very angry. Yes, I yelled a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I went to Wal-mart on my lunch time looking for the power supply (it's the cord that goes from the game to the plug in the wall). Let me tell you that Wal-mart is completely useless when it comes to necessities for the Wii. You want a controller that is cordless, comes with a rechargeable stand, and rechargeable batteries for $30 bucks, then go look at Wal-mart. Other then that, you'll have to go to a game store. So I got the Nun Chuck at Wal-mart and then went to Game Crazy to get the power supply. They aren't too expensive so I was alright with buying them at 2 different places. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I decided to get Taco Bell for lunch and ordered a Mexican Pizza. Taco Bell used to give you a spork when you ordered a Mexican pizza, but I guess the economy has got them down too, cause I looked in the bag, and NO SPORK! Cheap ass Taco Bell!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT, that got me thinking about the spork. The spork is a VERY cool invention. Who would've thought to put a fork and a spoon together? Well, some one did, obviously, because it has been in my life ever since I was old enough to order lunch at school. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember when the school used to get the ones with the number on the back of the top of the handle. My friends and I would all check out our numbers and whoever had the highest number would win. Win what- I don't remember (I'm pretty sure it was nothing)- but you were BAD ASS if you had the highest number. It was a coveted status! Kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I got all off topic there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was thinking about the spork on the drive back to my office. I was thinking, "Man, the spork is pretty cool. Everyone knows what a spork is and everyone has used one at sometime in their life! I really wonder who invented the spork. Hmmm...." So I got back to the office, chowed on my Mexican pizza, WITH A REGULAR FORK, and then I Googled the inventor of the spork! Google led me to Wikipedia, and BAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that the spork had such a crazy life? Here's the link if you want to read everything on it, but I'll hit the high points below. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spork"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So the spork was invented sometime in the late 1800's. That sort of blew me away cause I think of the 1800's as a sort of primitive time span.  Here's what Wikipedia had to say about it:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Spork-like utensils have been manufactured since at least the late 1800s; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Patent" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;patents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt; for spork-like designs date back to at least 1874 and the word "spork" was registered as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Trademark" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trademark"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;trademark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt; both in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="U.S." href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/U.S."&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;U.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt; and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="UK" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/UK"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;UK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt; decades later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Totally cool! AND....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;The word spork is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Portmanteau" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portmanteau"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;portmanteau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt; combining the words spoon and fork. The word "spork" appeared in the 1909 supplement to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Century Dictionary" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Century_Dictionary"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Century Dictionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;, where it was described as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Trade name" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trade_name"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;trade name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt; and "a '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Portmanteau" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portmanteau"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;portmanteau-word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;' applied to a long, slender spoon having at the end of the bowl projections resembling the tines of a fork". Sporks are occasionally known as foons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="external autonumber" title="http://scoutmaster.typepad.com/my_weblog/2007/03/freezer_bag_coo.html" href="http://scoutmaster.typepad.com/my_weblog/2007/03/freezer_bag_coo.html" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; never knew what a portmanteau was. Oh, the things you learn! I also have never heard the spork referred to as a foon, either. I think I would look at someone like they were a little nuts if they used the word foon. It's an odd word. FOON FOON FOON! Fun to say (type) though. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES, SPORKS HAD DRAMA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Sporks have been mass-manufactured since at least the late 1800s. The Folgate Silver Plate Company of England manufactured one sometime between 1875 and 1900.[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Wikipedia:Citation needed" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Citation_needed"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;citation needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;In the United States, various &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Patent" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;patents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt; for sporks and proto-sporks have been issued over the years. A combined spoon, fork, and knife closely resembling the modern spork was invented by Samuel W. Francis and issued US Patent 147,119 in February, 1874. Other early patents predating the modern spork include US Patent 904,553, for a "Cutting spoon", granted on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="November 24" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/November_24"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;November 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1908" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1908"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;1908&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt; to Harry L. McCoy and US Patent 1,044,869, for a spoon with a tined edge, granted to Frank Emmenegger in November of 1912. Many of these inventions predated the use of the term "spork" and thus may be considered proto-sporks. Given this significant prior art, the basic concept of combining aspects of a spoon and fork is well established; more modern patents have limited themselves to the specific implementation and appearance of the spork. These &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Design patent" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Design_patent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;design patents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt; do not prevent anyone from designing and manufacturing their own version of a spork. Examples of modern US design patents for sporks include patent number D247,153 issued in February of 1978 and patent D388,664 issued in January of 1998.&lt;br /&gt;The word spork &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Neologism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neologism"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;originated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt; in the early 1900s to describe such devices. According to a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="December 20" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/December_20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;20 December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1952" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1952"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;1952&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt; New York Times article, Hyde W. Ballard of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Westtown Township, Pennsylvania" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Westtown_Township,_Pennsylvania"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Westtown, Pennsylvania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt; filed an application to register "Spork" as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Trademark" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trademark"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;trademark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt; for a combination spoon and fork made of stainless steel, although there is no longer any record of this application at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="United States Patent and Trademark Office" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Patent_and_Trademark_Office"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;United States Patent and Trademark Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;. The Van Brode Milling Company subsequently registered SPORK for a combination plastic spoon, fork and knife at the USPTO on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="October 27" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/October_27"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;October 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1970" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1970"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;1970&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;, but abandoned the registration several years later. The word Spork accompanied by a stylised design is currently registered in the US in relation to hand tools, in the name of a UK based individual (reg. no. 2514381).&lt;br /&gt;In the United Kingdom, Plastico Limited originally registered Spork as a trademark in relation to cutlery with effect from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="September 18" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/September_18"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;18 September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1975" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1975"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;1975&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt; (reg. no. 1052291). The registration is now in the name of another company and remains in force. The trademark is also registered in the UK in relation to gardening tools in the name of the same UK based individual who owns US trademark registration no. 2514381. Another British company, Lifeventure, sells titanium and plastic versions using the name "Forkspoon".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;In an unsuccessful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Lawsuit" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lawsuit"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;lawsuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt; in 1999 where the company Regalzone sought to invalidate Plastico Limited's UK registration for Spork, Justice Neuberger wrote: "I accept that the word Spork involves a clever idea of making a single word by eliding the end of the word spoon and beginning of the word fork. The fact that it is clever and the fact that the meaning of Spork could be said to be obvious once it is explained does not mean that it is obvious what it is. Indeed, I would have thought that if one asked a person in 1975 what a Spork was, he or she would not know. If one then explained what it was and how the word came about, one might then be told that it was obvious or that it was clever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Such drama and frivolity, and all about the damn Spork! I also love the word "proto-spork" So much awesomeness in those 2 little words!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is my favorite part of the whole wikipedia article:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Plastic sporks are also common in prisons in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="United States" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;United States&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;, because they are difficult to form into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Shiv (weapon)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shiv_(weapon)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;weapons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love it!!! I just think that's hilarious! Silly prisoners! Sporks are for &lt;em&gt;eating&lt;/em&gt;, not for &lt;em&gt;shanking&lt;/em&gt;! HAHAHAHAAHAHAHA! That is just the greatest. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's my second fav part:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;A similar term exists in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Finnish language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Finnish_language"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Finnish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;: a "luha" (properly "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Lusikka-haarukka" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lusikka-haarukka"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;lusikka-haarukka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;") is a portmanteau word combining the words for "spoon" and "fork" respectively, and is most commonly to issued to conscripts on national service. It should be noted that Finnish luha is not constructed as a spork but has spoon in one end and fork in other and folds at the middle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who would've thunk it? The Fins! They do it better! A folding spoon and fork that's an all-in-one???? Wow. Just wow. That's an awesome thing right there! PLUS IT'S PORTABLE! Whew! Excellent invention I tell you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I hope you have all enjoyed your lesson on the history of the spork. I know I have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plus, who else can say they have a blog entry dedicated to the spork? Not many people, I'd venture to say.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks for reading. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peace, I'm outtie!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. The spell checker does NOT know the word Spork. I'm a little surprised by this. 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I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hello! I'm back! Whew....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We had a pretty busy weekend and what turned out to be a very interesting start of the week! I know I have your interest peaked, but you will just have to bear with me. I'd like to start with some random stuff first. All in due time, kiddos. All in due time. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ENTIRELY RANDOM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here's Carley. She's pretending to stalk someone while holding a blow up Army Rifle. I thought it was cute. She's trying to look mean, but she really just pulls off super cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOvDMrlrSUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bBfqqR_Y7dU/s1600-h/Army+Carley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254508012884412738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOvDMrlrSUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bBfqqR_Y7dU/s320/Army+Carley.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;About 2 weeks ago it was Spirit Week at Carley's school. She participated in Crazy hair day, shown below, and Nerd Day and Favorite Olympic Sport day. I only took pics of the Crazy hair though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Front:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOvDMw3MnRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DgBQStb7n8o/s1600-h/Calrey+Hair+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254508014300077330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOvDMw3MnRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DgBQStb7n8o/s320/Calrey+Hair+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Back:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOvDNOdc_4I/AAAAAAAAAGM/sZWjztu2dNg/s1600-h/Carley+Hair+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254508022245162882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOvDNOdc_4I/AAAAAAAAAGM/sZWjztu2dNg/s320/Carley+Hair+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I told you I was going to be random. :) Here we are husking corn for dinner the other night. Nice cleavage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254507222606189746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOvCerkqlLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/SLaSJSyqt_U/s320/Corn+Husking.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carley is a HAM! She wanted to take an action shot of her trying to eat the corn. I'm just smiling because my kid is a weirdo. It's a pretty good pic of her &amp;amp; I though. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254507229429927138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOvCfE_kjOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/NC7I54izt0w/s320/Corning+Around.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Okay, so I want to start a website that's dedicated to the faces that people make while playing Wii. I won't say what I'm going to call it, cause I don't want anyone to steal it, but it's going to be super RAD. I'm going to have Jamie check to make sure it's available, and then we are going to buy it tonight! Did you know you can create a website for $9.00/year!?!?!?!? Totally cheap! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Here are some Wii Faces that I'm going to add to the site. If you have any of your own then you can email them to me @&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:tiffanyc421@hotmail.com"&gt;tiffanyc421@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I'll add them to the site when I get it up and running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is Nick. He's Natalie's son. Great Wii Face! Looks like he's have tons of fun!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOvCeJPK6JI/AAAAAAAAAFU/C8bcQZDTnaU/s1600-h/Nick+Wii.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254507213389228178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOvCeJPK6JI/AAAAAAAAAFU/C8bcQZDTnaU/s320/Nick+Wii.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is Richard. He's got a funny Wii face! Hernia anyone? LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOvCeXhUDhI/AAAAAAAAAFc/psCySMSghns/s1600-h/Richard+Wii.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254507217223421458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOvCeXhUDhI/AAAAAAAAAFc/psCySMSghns/s320/Richard+Wii.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here's my Wii Face. This is me saying "wow, that was cool!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOvCev0hDnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/UdbeM60M0Z0/s1600-h/Me+Wii.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254507223746416242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOvCev0hDnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/UdbeM60M0Z0/s320/Me+Wii.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Here's my husband. I wish the picture had come out better! He looks a little bored though, doesn't he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254505542065673154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOvA83ElU8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/dZLPlDX85r4/s320/Jamie+Wii.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here's Natalie. This was the only pic of her I could get because she kept hiding! The beer bottle is a great accessory!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254505548005096946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOvA9NMpvfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/U2cZaWdJ4O0/s320/Natalie+Wii.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So, that's all my random stuff, for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This weekend was super busy! Saturday I had to come into work for an hour, and then I had a Birthday party to go to. It's our friends Jake &amp;amp; Heather's sons b-day. He turned 1!!! He's such a big kid! So super cute though. I didn't take any pics there because I forgot the camera in my truck. Oops...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Then after the birthday party I had to go to Jamie's reserve unit for some informational meeting and a BBQ. The BBQ was cool. They had lots of fun stuff and good food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Here's Jamie giving his WAZ UP!?!?!? (or is that an I love you sign?) at the start of the BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOu_7m-82MI/AAAAAAAAAEc/k51Kw9D0i90/s1600-h/Jamie+What"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254504421055584450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOu_7m-82MI/AAAAAAAAAEc/k51Kw9D0i90/s320/Jamie+What%27s+Up.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They brought in a bouncy house for the kids too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOu_7xJDliI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vdzy9P5oMlo/s1600-h/Bouncey+House.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254504423782323746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOu_7xJDliI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vdzy9P5oMlo/s320/Bouncey+House.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here's Ms. Carley in the bouncy house having a grand time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254505531928585474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOvA8RTtpQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2ipj-ZV-Pdc/s320/Bouncy+House+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I had never heard of a Marshmallow gun before! These things were pretty cool. You out a marshmallow in there and blow real hard and the marshmallow comes flying out and attacks people. It was great. Both Jamie and Carley were having a blast shooting people with them. Carley is an Ace when it comes to aiming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254505543190041538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOvA87Qp08I/AAAAAAAAAE8/KfdEeRLQOps/s320/Jamie+Marchmellow+Gun.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Here she is cracking up cause she just nailed someone in the butt!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254505540166068786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOvA8v_rqjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/zYx572pEPZ0/s320/Carley+Marshmellow+Gun.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Sunday was busy too. Jamie had a coming home Ceremony for his unit. They got Flags, and Coins, and both him and I got a pin for his support in OEF and OIF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is in his formation. He is in the 1st row 2nd one from the right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOu_CLjjHHI/AAAAAAAAADc/1swkQZOUNDU/s1600-h/Formation.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254503434440350834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOu_CLjjHHI/AAAAAAAAADc/1swkQZOUNDU/s320/Formation.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Here's Carley being bored waiting for the ceremony to start.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOu_CfLCTvI/AAAAAAAAADk/KvTcIkhu4s8/s1600-h/Carley+Bored.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254503439706246898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOu_CfLCTvI/AAAAAAAAADk/KvTcIkhu4s8/s320/Carley+Bored.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Here's Jamie walking up to accept his awards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOu_Cwv6ReI/AAAAAAAAADs/u3y2rZf2aTw/s1600-h/Jamie+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254503444424312290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOu_Cwv6ReI/AAAAAAAAADs/u3y2rZf2aTw/s320/Jamie+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOu_DKIzoXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FekyyW1F5qo/s1600-h/jamie+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254503451239620978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOu_DKIzoXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FekyyW1F5qo/s320/jamie+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOu_D5Lw2QI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pspsEW7YTTY/s1600-h/Jamie+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254503463868487938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOu_D5Lw2QI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pspsEW7YTTY/s320/Jamie+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254504410711791154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOu_7AczFjI/AAAAAAAAAEE/qfAQr7mcxgc/s320/Jamie+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was cool getting to see him do that. After that we were on TV! They interview Jamie and another person from his unit and the TV Crew kinda shoved Carley and I in the middle. They didn't show us talking or anything, but it was still cool to see ourselves. Almost all of our close friends and relatives got to see us too. A big shout out to those peeps that were interested enough to tune in. We think you are the BOMB! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After that we went to lunch and a Chinese Buffet. Here's Carley in Jamie's Beret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254504416113054386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOu_7Ukj0rI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Vj8eov-d9qQ/s320/Carley+Hat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Here's Jamie and Carley. They are so cute! That's my MIL (mother-in-law) in the background, walking away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOu9zHCWzTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wG-EhYU39QA/s1600-h/Formation.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254504415558175458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOu_7SgRCuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wXjJbZgtsaA/s320/Carley+%26+Jamie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So that was about it for our crazy busy weekend. Monday Carley ended up being sick, so I stayed home with her. I got a lot done though. I cleaned out her room and did a couple loads of laundry. Then this morning I find out that one of our mutual friends got put in jail! Sucks! It also turns out that Jamie is sick today! So overall it's been a crazy week and it's only Tuesday! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, that's all I have to update for now. Check back in an hour or two. I might have something else added. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Love ya like a fat kid loves cake! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOu8WuPjBlI/AAAAAAAAACU/N6-UZvCFJJY/s1600-h/Carley+&amp;amp;+Jamie.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOu8W0tRz4I/AAAAAAAAACc/sYCV5sAyYTk/s1600-h/Carley+Hat.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOu8Wx02FGI/AAAAAAAAACk/fz8CigV1oBc/s1600-h/Jamie+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOu8XMZTI4I/AAAAAAAAACs/RNTcOGBmsCo/s1600-h/Jamie+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOu8XFp6ucI/AAAAAAAAAC0/teUJDavCEJE/s1600-h/Jamie+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-3683699086368151497?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/3683699086368151497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=3683699086368151497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/3683699086368151497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/3683699086368151497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/10/whoo-hoooo-im-back.html' title='Whoo Hoooo! I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOvDMrlrSUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bBfqqR_Y7dU/s72-c/Army+Carley.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-5140987220177181750</id><published>2008-10-03T14:00:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:00:44.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wrote a Novel about Novels'/><title type='text'>Books Books Books!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to read! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I only have a handful of authors that I really like. I'm typically unable to try a new author, unless they come HIGHLY recommended by someone that I know and trust. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lindy got me hooked on these books by Diana Gabaldon. Here's her website: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.its.caltech.edu/~gatti/gabaldon/gabaldon.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.its.caltech.edu/~gatti/gabaldon/gabaldon.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; if you want to check them out. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never would have read them if it wasn't for Lindy! Makes me feel like I'm maybe missing out on some good stuff by being narrow in my selection of authors, but I can't see myself spending $20 for a new book by an author that hasn't been tried and tested by my friends or myself... I can't shop in used book stores, and I have no idea why. :) Just one of my many odd quirks, I guess. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYWAY.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was reading the Highlander Series by Diana. I'm currently waiting for the next book in the series. My patience is wearing thin, but waddaya gonna do? Wait... and wait... and wait!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a great bunch of books!!! It starts out about a women named Claire. She's a war nurse reuniting with her husband in Scotland after the end of the war. Which war, I'm not sure of b/c I didn't much like that part of the book, so I didn't pay much attention. The beginning started really slow and then BAM! She touches a stone and it takes her back 200 years! Things really get great from there and the books get so involved that i can't put them down. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The really great thing about this series is that they are actual NOVELS. Not the crap they pass off for novel's now adays, but actual 900+ pages of great writing! It's sad and funny and great stuff. They just don't make books like that very often anymore. I find myself feeling cheated when a book ends before 500 pages anymore! I got spoiled! Check out those books though. They are a really great read.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just ordered a bunch of books from Barnes &amp;amp; Noble. Most of them are Pre-orders, so I'm trying to wait patiently for these as well. I thought I'd give them a shout out on my blog because.... well, just because I'm pretty bored and have nothing better to do. :) How's that for honesty? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are the ones that are coming right away:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOaPg_WQ12I/AAAAAAAAABs/PIkNjdP-pfc/s1600-h/If+You+Give+A+Cat+A+Cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253043812297660258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOaPg_WQ12I/AAAAAAAAABs/PIkNjdP-pfc/s320/If+You+Give+A+Cat+A+Cupcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is for Carley.... obviously. LOL, I actually like these books a lot too. They are fun to read to her, and she's can read them on her own with no problems. I especially like the book, If you Give a Pig a Pancake. That's one of the greats of our time right there! I like the If You take a Mouse to School books too. Short, to the point, funny. Great combo. She's going to get this one for Christmas though. Lame for a kid, I know, but It's one more present she can see under the tree and get excited about. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOaPaiU2GhI/AAAAAAAAABk/WnH1y8juJkU/s1600-h/Deja+Dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253043701427870226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOaPaiU2GhI/AAAAAAAAABk/WnH1y8juJkU/s320/Deja+Dead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I mainly ordered this book because I really like Bones the TV show. I had no idea that the show was based on this series until like 2 weeks ago. I thought I'd give it a whirl. I guess there are like 10 books already written! If I like it then I have a bunch of stuff to read for awhile. I hate running out of stuff to read.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 3rd book that I ordered that's coming right away is a secret.... It's for Jamie for Christmas also, so I don't want to give anything away... Well, OK maybe one hint....... It's about something really cool. HA! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRE-Ordered Books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOaPVo8yljI/AAAAAAAAABc/I266cbf3ym8/s1600-h/The+Treasure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253043617306678834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOaPVo8yljI/AAAAAAAAABc/I266cbf3ym8/s320/The+Treasure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Release Date: 12/09/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I typically don't like to read Iris Johansen for a couple reasons. 1. She's very wordy about stuff 2. The dialogue in her books isn't all that top notch and 3. She's got all this "oh! woe is me!" stuff about all of her female characters and the guy characters all have some hard past experience (that no NORMAL male would have ever had in their NORMAL life) that makes them all assholes, until the very end when they screw the chick and then do her wrong and then save the day anyway and get redeemed. Whew... That being said, this book actually seemed like it might be better then all of that. So I'm going to try it on for size. If it's a disappointment, all's well.... Nothing I didn't expect anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOaPR9UF5ZI/AAAAAAAAABU/78Hq_ljVcqs/s1600-h/Your+Heart+Belongs+to+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253043554053645714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOaPR9UF5ZI/AAAAAAAAABU/78Hq_ljVcqs/s320/Your+Heart+Belongs+to+Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Release Date: 11/25/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a HUGE FAN of Dean Koontz. I even subscribe to his website! Lame, I know... Anyway, I'm hoping this book is FANTABULOUS because his latest books aren't that great either. Good, but not DEAN KOONTZ GREAT. I don't know what it is... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do love the Odd Thomas series though. Odd is a great character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOaPHavVepI/AAAAAAAAABM/dAGwBmjg2Bc/s1600-h/Just+After+Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253043372973980306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOaPHavVepI/AAAAAAAAABM/dAGwBmjg2Bc/s320/Just+After+Sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Release Date: 11/11/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALWAYS say that I am done buying Stephen King books. Always, always, always! After every book that comes out I purchase, read, and say "wow, that really blew goats! What happened to good 'ole Stephen that used to make me almost pee my pants cause he was so goo at being so scary???" I always vow to stop buying his books, and then a new one comes out and I see it and think... well, maybe this will be his comeback book! So, I'm putting my faith in the Stephen King comeback with a book of his short stories. I'm hoping they are OLD short stories, pre-accident Stephen. That's probably a horrible thing to say, but it's just the way I feel... NEXT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOaPAmCHsxI/AAAAAAAAABE/AKWBv9gbTNk/s1600-h/Suite+606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253043255746474770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOaPAmCHsxI/AAAAAAAAABE/AKWBv9gbTNk/s320/Suite+606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Release Date: 11/04/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love JD Robb aka Nora Roberts. I'm really only buying this book because I have an almost religious following for all JD Robb books. There's only one short story in here by her, but I'm getting it anyway! Hopefully I will enjoy the other short stories as much. Which brings me to.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TA DA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOaO6c9NBVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/A4zrnP7XVFA/s1600-h/Salvation+In+Death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253043150230717778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOaO6c9NBVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/A4zrnP7XVFA/s320/Salvation+In+Death.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Release Date: 11/04/08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I REALLY can't wait for this book to be delivered to my door!! (Side note... I'll explain more about my delivery fetish in another blog) This is the latest in the Lt. Eve Dallas series. LOVE THEM! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND LAST BUT MOST CERTAINLY NOT LEAST:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOaOCODvV6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/ncNzEHttsDg/s1600-h/Tales+of+Beedle+the+Bard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253042184158926754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOaOCODvV6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/ncNzEHttsDg/s320/Tales+of+Beedle+the+Bard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Release Date: 12/04/08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You mean we get ANOTHER HARRY POTTER BOOK???? Nope, fooled ya. This is just a book "from the wizarding world of Harry Potter" Looks are certainly deceiving with this book! I am excited about this though, because I am a FREAK about Harry Potter and all things related. Just can't get enough!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So that's my end of the year book schedule! Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did! Actually this blog was kind of a pain in the ass because of all the pictures and dates! Oh well.... it killed an hour for me! Whoo Hooo! Come on 5 o'clock!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L8r Sk8tr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-5140987220177181750?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/5140987220177181750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=5140987220177181750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/5140987220177181750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/5140987220177181750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/10/books-books-books.html' title='Books Books Books!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/SOaPg_WQ12I/AAAAAAAAABs/PIkNjdP-pfc/s72-c/If+You+Give+A+Cat+A+Cupcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-1200342745107366980</id><published>2008-10-03T12:25:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:01:16.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween is my FAV'/><title type='text'>Costumes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Ahhhh.... Halloween!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I just bought my daughter's costume, and a costume for myself. Carley will be a Sparkly Glitter Witch, and I am going to be a Sugar Plum Fairy. I tried to find a pic online, but I wasn't able to. I guess Walmart doesn't sell the same stuff in the store as they do online. Oh well.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm really hoping that it's not too cold out this year. Seems like last year I was hot, but I may be wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I LOVE COSTUME PARTIES! I actually love this time of year. It's the only time of year that you can dress like an idiot, or sexy, or grungy, or funny and get away with it without other peole judging the crap out of you! Jamie and I are going to a costume party this year. I went to one last year while Jamie was in Afghanistan. It just wasn't the same! This year we get to go together, and I'm really looking forward to it. He's going to be Santa for Halloween. I think that's just the greatest idea! When was the last time you saw Santa on Halloween, and it wasn't in a movie??? I love it. I wanted to be Mrs. Claus, trying to go with the theme, but all the costumes I looked at online were size 16. I'm so not going to wear THAT much padding. So I went with the fairy instead. I even got cool eye lashes, too! I just need to find a fairy wand and some good shoes to go with it and I'm all set. I wonder if I can find a cheap pair of pink faux ballerina slippers or something? I'll have to go on Craig's list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm starting to get the dreaded "OMG WHAT AM I GOING TO DO ABOUT CHRISTMAS?!?!?!?!?" thing going on. 2 months people! It always comes at you way too fast and soon. I remember thinking Wow, Christmas is 4 months away. It seems like I was only thinking that a couple weeks ago, then BAM! Ha ha... guess what! You are in the holiday season! I always say I'm going to be prepared, but I never am. It sucks. At least my family will be easy this year. Books and video games! That's all they are getting. Oops... almost spoiled the surprise or it all by typing out what I'm going to get everyone.... No no no... Jamie and Lindy might read it! Yes, they are the only 2 people that read my spew of crap. I think I like it that way, anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Alrighty, I'm going to get. Not that I have any work to do or anything. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bye Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-1200342745107366980?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/1200342745107366980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=1200342745107366980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/1200342745107366980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/1200342745107366980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/10/costumes.html' title='Costumes!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-3032685431396391207</id><published>2008-10-02T13:48:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:01:46.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Negative Spew'/><title type='text'>I'm bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;So... I'm at work and completely bored. It's just one of those days that I don't want to be here. I thought I'd just type some random stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This World is Weird....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;My BFF Lindy sent me this link &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://flow-alert.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;http://flow-alert.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt; this morning. Do we really need to waste all that money on creating something like that? Seriously. I don't understand that at all. It's just like all of the money that gets wasted on idiotic studies that NO ONE cares about. I don't need to know how many times a year the African beetle mates per year. No one NEEDS to know this. It makes me shake my head... a lot. I wonder where all of the "scientific" people get there money from? We are in a national and worldwide economic crisis, and someone in Japan is creating a robot that rides a unicycle!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ubergizmo.com/15/archives/2008/09/murata_unicycle_robot.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;http://www.ubergizmo.com/15/archives/2008/09/murata_unicycle_robot.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I just don't understand what this world is coming to! Maybe I am just naive? I hope that's not it! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dream Time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I've been having odd dreams lately. About a week ago I had a dream that my mother had just disappeared, leaving me to fend for myself and panic about finding her. This is odd b/c she passed away almost 4 yrs ago! Leaves me with the feeling that I have abandonment issues or something. Not what I want! I had thought I had adjusted to her passing, but I'm re-thinking that now. Anyway, I had another dream 2 nights ago that Carley and I were swimming at Disney World and that she got out of the "ocean" (yes, I know this doesn't make any sense, but, it &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; a dream... :) and she kept brushing herself off. Well she finally got frustrated and said "mom, they won't get off me!" so I go in for a closer look and she's got creepy crawlies all over her! EWE! But, in the dream I didn't freak out. I just sighed and said "come here and I'll help you" and then I started to comb the worms and bugs out of her hair. They proceeded to fall on me and turn into leeches and then I couldn't get them off. It was a VERY strange dream. I very rarely have weird/scary weird dreams and these have been bugging me. Maybe my brain is just playing catch up, or something. I dunno, but I keep obsessing about them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RaNdOm CrAp:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;UGH! I so do not want to be at work today. It's just a big fat &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BLAH&lt;/span&gt; day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm ready for this damn heat to stop and the decent weather to come back. I'm tired of using my air conditioner! Of course this also means that I have to go cool weather clothes shopping, which I hate! I guess I don't mind the shopping so much as I mind the LOSING of the sweaters! Carley cannot keep a sweater all winter to save her life. It's just one more thing that drives me batty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Alright... I'm going to go now. I feel like I have spewed enough crap for one day. Tomorrow is another day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-3032685431396391207?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/3032685431396391207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=3032685431396391207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/3032685431396391207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/3032685431396391207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m bored'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07316605037050306714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZlqmNJ1QLg/S8Ppz9BvWCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7bRUvJWZ64A/S220/ATT00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3204287140466415829.post-3680956830641979540</id><published>2008-10-02T12:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:33:52.735-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Damn Dumb Dog'/><title type='text'>So.. I'm a blog virgin. What's it to ya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Wow, I have a blog now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;So....... You can see all about me over to the right, which is cool cause I don't have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;repeat&lt;/span&gt; myself over here. I'm pretty simple. I like things to be simple and drama free. I like hanging out with my family and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;, Lindy, and I LOVE to read. You'll probably read a lot of stuff about the book that I'm currently pouring though in here. If you are reading at all. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Anyway, my dog Sam chewed up my sunglasses last night! I woke up this morning, with him on my bed chomping on something. I say "Sam, what are you eating?" He looks at me and bolts off the bed leaving the lenses of my sunglasses behind! I was so pissed! I still am pissed! That stupid fucking dog ALWAYS chews my shit! I buy BILLIONS of toys, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chewies&lt;/span&gt;, and pigs ears, and balls and all sorts of crap! CHEW YOUR OWN SHIT! God, that dog is pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Anyway... So, I didn't think I was going to be writing very much for my first post, but it seems like I have. I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tendency&lt;/span&gt; to whine a bit, so if you are reading this, READER BEWARE! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.... I'm a bit of a dork also. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;I'm out for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Please forgive the typos, and grammar errors. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3204287140466415829-3680956830641979540?l=tiffanyc421.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/feeds/3680956830641979540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3204287140466415829&amp;postID=3680956830641979540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/3680956830641979540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3204287140466415829/posts/default/3680956830641979540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyc421.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow-i-have-blog-now.html' title='So.. 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