<?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-6636792597744457033</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:28:08.717-08:00</updated><category term='randomness'/><category term='cheer'/><category term='weeklong blog fest of love'/><category term='Alice'/><category term='LMA&apos;s Shenanigans'/><category term='accountability'/><category term='Earthquake'/><category term='New Moon'/><category term='revenge will be mine'/><category term='loss of gangsta status'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='Comic Con'/><category term='Make-up tutorial'/><category term='Chargers'/><category term='Catching Fire'/><category term='I. is. sad'/><category term='Dirty 30'/><category term='My B'/><category term='Team Gale'/><category term='give a-way'/><category term='cell phone pics'/><category term='Family Shenanigans'/><category term='mail bag'/><category term='iphone'/><category term='Cinco De Mayo'/><category term='bangin&apos; hot book boys club'/><category term='love triangle'/><category term='Stuff that is Lame-O'/><category term='Mommy tales'/><category term='SAHM adventures'/><category term='trueisms'/><category term='weekend kids'/><category term='Mexican Food'/><category term='Team Peeta'/><category term='Little Eddie'/><category term='Hunger Games'/><category term='contest'/><category term='Blog Awards'/><category term='Twilight shenanigans'/><category term='Fridays are awesome too'/><category term='TV'/><category term='contest winner'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='Rob'/><category term='Swine Flu Source'/><category term='Daddy'/><category term='rants'/><category term='gringos excuse to drink during the week'/><category term='Sea World'/><category term='adventures of dating a married man'/><category term='random shenanigans'/><category term='lickalicious'/><category term='My Rock'/><category term='New Moon set'/><category term='To do list'/><category term='Buster'/><category term='Hump Day Happies'/><category term='5 things'/><category term='insomnia'/><category term='Work Life'/><category term='Corona'/><category term='things I suck at'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='Love'/><category term='concerts'/><category term='December Birthday Club'/><category term='No Doubt/Paramore'/><category term='twilight funnies'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='boys are gross'/><category term='add the caption'/><category term='pee water'/><category term='My little Rock'/><category term='Friday funnies'/><category term='sadness'/><category term='fried pork butt'/><category term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Alice's Shenanigans</title><subtitle type='html'>Randomly wonderful randomness!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-3665226203951019560</id><published>2011-05-18T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T23:09:08.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not dead....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I know it's been ages....and I'm sure most of you have forgotten about me. But for those who care I am still alive and kicking. :D&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I've enjoyed my time being a wife and Mommy full time but have decided it's time for me to go back to work. :(&amp;nbsp; These kids are getting more and more expensive....dance, tumbling,&amp;nbsp;all star cheer, football, baseball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;...it all adds up.&amp;nbsp;So I'm officially looking for a new job.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully I'll find one like my last one that gave me PLENTY of time during the day to blog. :D Keep your fingers crossed for me!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;lt;3 Alice&lt;/em&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/6636792597744457033-3665226203951019560?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/3665226203951019560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-not-dead.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/3665226203951019560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/3665226203951019560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-not-dead.html' title='I am not dead....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-7121544443832750776</id><published>2010-11-30T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T02:34:56.065-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures of dating a married man'/><title type='text'>Adventures in Dating a Married Man.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There is no point in trying to hide it....I'm dating a married man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;﻿Now don't get your panties in a bunch.&amp;nbsp; He's married to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Every chance we get to be alone we take it.&amp;nbsp; Those chances are few and far between....thanks to our three kids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We planned a nice&amp;nbsp;end of summer backyard picnic one Friday night while the littles were&amp;nbsp;with their cousins and the oldest was at the school football game.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPTRntyqWeI/AAAAAAAAAoE/u3W7BAY6Tzk/s1600/date+night.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPTRntyqWeI/AAAAAAAAAoE/u3W7BAY6Tzk/s320/date+night.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We sat down maybe 10 minutes before our oldest got home.&amp;nbsp; Her plans changed....and so did ours. :)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So, the three of us sat outside and enjoyed our little picnic.&amp;nbsp; And when I say the three of us I'm talking about my oldest, me and the dog.&amp;nbsp; My Rock ended up falling asleep on the couch.&amp;nbsp; He is an old married man afterall.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-7121544443832750776?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/7121544443832750776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/11/adventures-in-dating-married-man.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/7121544443832750776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/7121544443832750776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/11/adventures-in-dating-married-man.html' title='Adventures in Dating a Married Man.....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPTRntyqWeI/AAAAAAAAAoE/u3W7BAY6Tzk/s72-c/date+night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-6064989549472459782</id><published>2010-06-23T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T04:25:32.007-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My little Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy tales'/><title type='text'>Mommy tales....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;The Time My Little Rock made Coke shoot outta my nose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So we play the "name the movie" game ALL the time.&amp;nbsp; I seriously mean ALL the time.&amp;nbsp; We watch movies A LOT! We have all the movie channels thanks to My Rock and AT&amp;amp;T U-Verse! Holla!!! Best thing to ever happen to me...you figure out which of the two I'm talking about. ;o)&amp;nbsp; So these last few weeks the kids have gone through quite a bit of movies using the free on demand feature. So some new quotes have been popping up here and there and making me realize I need to filter a little better what the girls are letting the boy watch.&amp;nbsp; But today there was a gem.&amp;nbsp; As I'm driving to Wally Mart I hear the following quote from the third row in the Nana Bus &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You know exactly who this is. You came into my house, you touched my child, You think your crazy? I'll show you crazy. Just try me, beep"&lt;/i&gt; (yes beep!!) I couldn't help it....I cracked up.&amp;nbsp; What the heck was my son doing quoting that movie?&amp;nbsp; My innocent, loving little boy.&amp;nbsp; 10 points if you can name the movie. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The time I thought my heart would burst with pride.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everyone calls B my mini me.&amp;nbsp; I don't see it...but I'll take it, it's a HUGE compliment to me.&amp;nbsp; When I look at the beautiful little girl my heart is so full of love and pride.&amp;nbsp; She is the most caring and loving little girl and I am so very lucky to be her Mommy.&amp;nbsp; Yes I know I'm biased...but you just have to know her to love her.&amp;nbsp; B has been wanting to cut her hair for quite some time, but has been putting it off.&amp;nbsp; She decided she wanted to wait until it was long enough to donate to Locks of Love.&amp;nbsp; It was finally time and we went to Rico's on 3rd (HOLLA!!!) and Ms. Raquel helped us donate 12 inches to a cause.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here is my B before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TCHmpGQ2LfI/AAAAAAAAAns/WZsFvwG29QM/s1600/before.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TCHmpGQ2LfI/AAAAAAAAAns/WZsFvwG29QM/s320/before.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and here she is after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TCHmq0sshzI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sKuFFhLrWKU/s1600/after.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TCHmq0sshzI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sKuFFhLrWKU/s320/after.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I couldn't be more proud of that little brat.&amp;nbsp; I swear just when I think she couldn't make me prouder she goes and pulls this out of her hat.&amp;nbsp; I cried.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if it was because I miss the hair, or because I'm so proud of her or because she no longer looks like a little girl. :(&amp;nbsp; She's my little lady.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The time my heart hurt &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In 2 short days I will be putting my babies on a plane headed halfway across the United States.&amp;nbsp; They will be gone for 17 days. 17 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;freakin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;DAYS!!!&amp;nbsp; What am I going to do?? I've been acting all happy and excited.&amp;nbsp; But inside my heart hurts each time I think about being away from them. I can't let them know how sad I am because they will feel bad and not want to go.&amp;nbsp; They are going to visit my dear sister in Nebraska.&amp;nbsp; When you think about it, it really is pretty silly that my kids are headed there instead of the other way around.&amp;nbsp; Wouldn't you think that the kids from Nebraska would want to head to San Diego for the summer?&amp;nbsp; Silly kids.&amp;nbsp; Anywho, the deal started because my niece had this great once in a lifetime opportunity to intern for Disney.&amp;nbsp; She was moving to SoCal for 5 months and my sister was a mess over it.&amp;nbsp; I told her it was high time she got her arse back to the best coast anyways.&amp;nbsp; She didn't go for it.&amp;nbsp; So I said "Send me yours and I'll send you mine".&amp;nbsp; Well she took me seriously and now my kids are heading out.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And my niece....well she ended up passing on the internship.&amp;nbsp; Why I outta.....&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The time I was up until 4:00 in the moring writing a blog&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;that's right now and I'm not proof reading it.&amp;nbsp; Good night! &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUAH!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;p.s. The quote from my last post was from Dirty Dancing! HELLO!!!!&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;When Neil comes looking for Penny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &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/6636792597744457033-6064989549472459782?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/6064989549472459782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/06/mommy-tales.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/6064989549472459782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/6064989549472459782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/06/mommy-tales.html' title='Mommy tales....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TCHmpGQ2LfI/AAAAAAAAAns/WZsFvwG29QM/s72-c/before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-207247276516018025</id><published>2010-06-07T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T19:21:15.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"She's on a break...she needed a break!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you guess the movie correct I will add you to my list of people I owe gifts to when I finally hit the lotto. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have missed my blog world! I know I've said I would get better at blogging regularly but I must say....I really needed this time away from the computer.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not going to announce "I'M BAAAACCCKKK" cause I'm really not.&amp;nbsp; I'm just stopping by for a visit.&amp;nbsp; To say hello and hope you haven't forgotten about me! I'll be back soon with a real post.&amp;nbsp; A Hump Day Happy perhaps?&amp;nbsp; I love those!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and I love you all!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;MUAH!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;xoxoxoxox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ALICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-207247276516018025?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/207247276516018025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/06/shes-on-breakshe-needed-break.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/207247276516018025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/207247276516018025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/06/shes-on-breakshe-needed-break.html' title='&quot;She&apos;s on a break...she needed a break!&quot;'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-5186846432742071049</id><published>2010-04-13T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T16:41:16.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mail bag'/><title type='text'>Mail bag....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Dear SoCal girls,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;You are either hot or you are cold.&amp;nbsp; You can't be both.&amp;nbsp; Well...not at your age at least.&amp;nbsp; If you have shorts on do not wear Uggs.&amp;nbsp; Do not wear a flimsy cami with a scarf either.&amp;nbsp; It's stupid and so are you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Love,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Captain of the "Oh Hex no she isn't not wearing that" Task Force&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Dear college soccer/football/track athletes,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes I do clean my pool myself on the daily.&amp;nbsp; Yes it is a coincidence that it is always when you are out on the field working out.&amp;nbsp; Mind your own... and take off your shirts once in a while....I'd hate for you to have heat stroke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Cougar in training&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Pool man,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Can you be a dear and park a few houses up from mine so that people don't realize that I have no reason to be in my backyard "cleaning my pool"?&amp;nbsp; Thanks love!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Cougar in Training, again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Jr. High/High School kids that hang out by MY Subway,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry that you are rude and horribly disrespectful.&amp;nbsp; It's too bad you had to learn the hard way not to mess with me or my Mama.&amp;nbsp; The point is you learned something.&amp;nbsp; I straight checked your punk a$$! If it happens again I won't be as nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Love,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;The Regulator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Earth,&lt;br /&gt;I get it...we pissed you off.&amp;nbsp; Your point has been made, enough is enough.&amp;nbsp; Please stop shaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Seasick on solid ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear safety patrol punks,&lt;br /&gt;I see you daily on the corner...you must get it from your mama.&amp;nbsp; Yeah that was mean....doesn't feel to good does it?&amp;nbsp; My son likes to run.&amp;nbsp; So once he crosses the street I let him run from the corner to our house.&amp;nbsp; Is it really that funny?&amp;nbsp; He may win a gold medal one day....you will be obese and miserable on your couch.&amp;nbsp; Be mean to my boy one more time and you will suffer the wrath.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;A VERY protective Mama bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear all my old safety patrol buddies,&lt;br /&gt;The put down in the letter above does not apply to us.&amp;nbsp; Just to punk brats who are super mean to adorable 1st graders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;1992 Captain of the Safety Patrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lovely Blog Readers,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I suck at blogging and commenting.&amp;nbsp; Who knew that I'd be even more busy now that I don't have a 9-5?&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I miss my government job that allowed me 5 hours of my day to blog surf, facebook stalk and play farmville.&amp;nbsp; I will do my best to get around to commenting at least once a week. Deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Busier than a one armed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Glee,&lt;br /&gt;I've waited for you for so long...please don't disappoint! That is all.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Future Mrs. Shu II &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-5186846432742071049?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/5186846432742071049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/04/mail-bag.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/5186846432742071049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/5186846432742071049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/04/mail-bag.html' title='Mail bag....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-2689816478024148698</id><published>2010-04-06T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T16:56:38.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earthquake'/><title type='text'>Shake, rattle and roll....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Easter was wonderful.&amp;nbsp; The family was all over at our house for delicious food, swimming and egg hunting.&amp;nbsp; It was a beautiful day.&amp;nbsp; Up until the shaking started.&amp;nbsp; The 7.2 magnitude Earthquake was centered about 114 miles from my house.&amp;nbsp; It felt a whole lot closer.&amp;nbsp; Within minutes my well trained children were under the kitchen table with their backs to the windows.&amp;nbsp; They even brought Buster in from the backyard.&amp;nbsp; I wish I had a picture of the 7 kids and 1 dog crammed under the table in their Sunday best.&amp;nbsp; It's funny now...when it was happening it was a little scary because we didn't know how bad it would get.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The rest of the day was filled with aftershocks and I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;nauseous from all the swaying.&amp;nbsp; It felt a little like being on a boat.&amp;nbsp; The waves in the pool were pretty cool though.&amp;nbsp; Wish I would have videotaped it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Monday morning there was an aftershock at about 4:15am that was strong enough to wake me up.&amp;nbsp; Last night eating dinner another strong one...then another strong one at bed time just to remind us.&amp;nbsp; They just keep coming and I'm over it. :D&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Here is a picture to give you a little bit of an idea how much shaking is going on.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S7vIuqCT4YI/AAAAAAAAAnk/g7qzyVGTTzg/s1600/Quakes.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="377" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S7vIuqCT4YI/AAAAAAAAAnk/g7qzyVGTTzg/s400/Quakes.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://earthquake.usgs.gov/earthquakes/recenteqsus/Maps/US2/31.33.-117.-115.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;via&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &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/6636792597744457033-2689816478024148698?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/2689816478024148698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/04/shake-rattle-and-roll.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/2689816478024148698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/2689816478024148698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/04/shake-rattle-and-roll.html' title='Shake, rattle and roll....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S7vIuqCT4YI/AAAAAAAAAnk/g7qzyVGTTzg/s72-c/Quakes.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-7060894800063477795</id><published>2010-04-04T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T02:37:19.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S7haaJe-HqI/AAAAAAAAAnM/WIVeGTjuK54/s1600/easter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S7hbFQSntoI/AAAAAAAAAnc/ag8_Uw5eKYk/s1600/robert-pattinson-easter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S7hbFQSntoI/AAAAAAAAAnc/ag8_Uw5eKYk/s320/robert-pattinson-easter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Isn't it hilarious that Twilight stuff is EVERYWHERE?&amp;nbsp; Even on an Easter greeting.&amp;nbsp; It made me giggle and I hope you did as well.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This season of Lent seemed to have just flown by.&amp;nbsp; I kept all my Lenten promises and I will continue to live with the changes I have made in my life.&amp;nbsp; However, since it's been a VERY long time since an ice cold Coca Cola Classic has touched my lips....today after Mass I will be going to 7-11 and getting me a Big Gulp! Woohoo!!! :D &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Have a wonderful Easter everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-7060894800063477795?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/7060894800063477795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/7060894800063477795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/7060894800063477795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!!'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S7hbFQSntoI/AAAAAAAAAnc/ag8_Uw5eKYk/s72-c/robert-pattinson-easter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-6575514665323976798</id><published>2010-03-29T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T03:06:45.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Insomnia at it's finest</title><content type='html'>It's 2:40 in the morning and I can't sleep. What better time than now to test out writing a post from my iphone? I've already facebook stalked everyone who is interesting. I've caught up on all I missed on Twitter...well kinda. I haven't been very loyal to my Twitter so I'm pretty sure I've been forgotten by most. I'm not even on any cool lists anymore. :( anywhoodle posting this random nonsense reminds me of when Jake did a post from Sanders iphone....except since it's all out now that they aren't who they had claimed to be I wonder if he was just bored one night like me. So he made his post a whole lot more infesting than my ramblings. However, he was quite truthful when he said he couldn't proofread his post, it is quite difficult and I honestly don't feel like making the effort. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are on vacation. We all lived through week one. One more to go...pray for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a huge bruise on my thigh. It's 2x3 and purple and disgusting. I was gonna post a picture...but then that would mean my thunder thighs would be on the internets for the world to see. Um yeah no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Vanessa's banana pancakes in my belly right this second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably lost anyone who was reading this post in the first sentence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I be offended by people calling the MBP guys old when it turns out we're the same age? Haha. I wonder if I'd be a 4 on their scale since I'm chunky but funky? Actually I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Disneyland. I want to have breakfast with the characters again. My niece just got an internship there. I'm so happy that she will be a Cali girl again for 5 months. She'll only be 1.5 hours away. Yippee!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not tired. :( I guess I'll watch some TV and clean up my DVR a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-6575514665323976798?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/6575514665323976798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/03/insomnia-at-its-finest.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/6575514665323976798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/6575514665323976798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/03/insomnia-at-its-finest.html' title='Insomnia at it&apos;s finest'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-4131286085221851365</id><published>2010-03-24T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T08:00:07.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hump Day Happies'/><title type='text'>Hump Day Happies.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don't judge.&amp;nbsp; I have a new addiction.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S6jvRpWi5XI/AAAAAAAAAnE/2YSxvtaoHBg/s1600-h/paypal_bingo.jpg.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S6jvRpWi5XI/AAAAAAAAAnE/2YSxvtaoHBg/s200/paypal_bingo.jpg.gif" width="167" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know what you're thinking....Bingo is for old ladies.&amp;nbsp; You are right.&amp;nbsp; When we are there we are surrounded by old ladies....and old men.&amp;nbsp; It's great times.&amp;nbsp; We hang out, have coffee and a great breakfast for $5 and play Bingo for 2 hours.&amp;nbsp; Every once in a while one of us yells "BINGO" and walks away with $300 in cold hard cash and dirty looks from all the peeps around us who were 1 or 2 numbers away.&amp;nbsp; It's great times I tell you.&amp;nbsp; But you have to go with a fun group.&amp;nbsp; It makes all the difference. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The funny part is we've made it a habit of going on Wednesdays which is 'Seniors Day' because my mom gets a free donut and orange juice.&amp;nbsp; They call us "girls".&amp;nbsp; When we come in they say to my mom "Hey honey...you brought your girls today, Hi girls!".&amp;nbsp; Sure beats going to the supermarket and being called ma'am.&amp;nbsp; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY HUMP DAY!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6636792597744457033-4131286085221851365?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/4131286085221851365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/03/hump-day-happies.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/4131286085221851365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/4131286085221851365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/03/hump-day-happies.html' title='Hump Day Happies.....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S6jvRpWi5XI/AAAAAAAAAnE/2YSxvtaoHBg/s72-c/paypal_bingo.jpg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-3665945054874097761</id><published>2010-03-23T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T09:15:57.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SAHM adventures'/><title type='text'>The things I've learned...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I have officially been a stay at home mom, or SAHM if you will, for about 3 months.&amp;nbsp; I've learned a few things during this time.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; The days go by WAY faster when you aren't stuck at a job you hate. Time just flies and I never get it all done.&amp;nbsp; I mean look at how long it takes me to do a new post.&amp;nbsp; There still isn't enough time in my day to do it all.&amp;nbsp; I don't think there ever will be. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; A house with 3 kids, 2 adults and 1 dog will never be clean.&amp;nbsp; It will never be a "showcase".&amp;nbsp; By the time I get everything cleaned up and put in order it's time for me to pick up the kids from school and then the tornado hits. I don't want to be the mom that is constantly making her kids clean up.&amp;nbsp; But we're getting better.&amp;nbsp; We're now at the 'won't be too embarrassed if company stops by stage.' ;)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; 10.5 years and 3 kids really messes up my dish and towel sets.&amp;nbsp; When we were first married everything matched.&amp;nbsp; All the towels looked nice and even folded in the linen closet and all my dishes matched up nice in the cupboard.&amp;nbsp; Now I don't think we have two towels that match each other so the stack of folded towels is always mismatched looking.&amp;nbsp; We have a crap load of plates but don't have more than 4 that match each other.&amp;nbsp; Don't even get me started on silverware.&amp;nbsp; ha!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; I can't motivate myself to lose weight.&amp;nbsp; Even when I look at the photos of me and I get sad that it's gotten this bad.&amp;nbsp; I've let myself go.&amp;nbsp; :(&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It makes me sad that I can't seem to do what I have to to get this weight off.&amp;nbsp; I walked/jogged the golf course a couple days each week, but I need to make it a habit.&amp;nbsp; I know this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have a mean left hook.&amp;nbsp; An old friend of the family who is a trainer offered to train us girls at boxing.&amp;nbsp; There are 4 of us who go together every Friday.&amp;nbsp; Each time we go we get a little more comfortable with the process (and a little more sore from working so hard).&amp;nbsp; Last week he had us work on some combos...jabs, uppercuts, hooks.&amp;nbsp; None of this meant anything to me a few weeks ago, now it gets me all pumped up.&amp;nbsp; I love boxing.&amp;nbsp; LOVE IT!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; Wood floors = endless sweeping and dusting.&amp;nbsp; For serious.&amp;nbsp; I guess with carpet I never noticed cause it was hidden and that grosses me out too.&amp;nbsp; I am way tired of cleaning though.&amp;nbsp; I also noticed that my hair falls out a lot.&amp;nbsp; In my bedroom there is a crazy amount of my hair on the floor when I sweep in there.&amp;nbsp; It's kinda scary...am I going to be bald? &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; My kids are awesome.&amp;nbsp; I didn't just learn this from being home.&amp;nbsp; I've known this for quite some time.&amp;nbsp; :D&amp;nbsp; But being home with them allows me to see that awesomeness in action.&amp;nbsp; Their teachers have nothing but great things to say about them.&amp;nbsp; They have lots of friends and the right kind of friends.&amp;nbsp; They work hard at school and do their very best in their sports.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't be more proud of them.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; We won't be able to afford me staying home for long.&amp;nbsp; That makes me sad.&amp;nbsp; But the more and more I look at the savings account dwindling...the more I know I need to get back out there.&amp;nbsp; I went on my first interview a few weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; I didn't get the job and I wasn't sad.&amp;nbsp; But unless I find a way to make some money from home I'm going to have to head back to the work force soon.&amp;nbsp; We had said that I would only stay home a few months....but I was hoping to win the lotto or something. :D &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; You can't win the lotto if you don't buy tickets. DOH! :D &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-3665945054874097761?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/3665945054874097761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-ive-learned.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/3665945054874097761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/3665945054874097761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-ive-learned.html' title='The things I&apos;ve learned...'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-5119343890243332639</id><published>2010-03-11T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T18:23:15.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a "winner"....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I won a raffle today.&amp;nbsp; A big important raffle.&amp;nbsp; A raffle a bunch of us entered, wished each other luck on and crossed our fingers that we wouldn't win.&amp;nbsp; I won a spot as a chaperone on B's classroom's overnight field trip aboard the Star of India.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S5mhVwhDnJI/AAAAAAAAAm8/DISlUjWLSGk/s1600-h/Star+of+India.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S5mhVwhDnJI/AAAAAAAAAm8/DISlUjWLSGk/s320/Star+of+India.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;It's a beautiful ship and a great experience.&amp;nbsp; I would be okay with it if I wasn't such a wuss.&amp;nbsp; Seriously.&amp;nbsp; I am fine with no make-up, no bed, sleeping on a wooden deck floor, waking up at 5:30am.&amp;nbsp; I can handle it. However, I am an active watcher of Ghost Hunters.&amp;nbsp; I saw the episode they did.&amp;nbsp; The creepy voice saying "Get off my ship!". AH!!!&amp;nbsp; I mean there is a group that hosts ghost hunting trips on this boat.&amp;nbsp; Again, like I said, I'm a wuss.&amp;nbsp; I do not like things that go bump in the night.&amp;nbsp; I don't like hearing noises and not being able to shake the hubs awake and make him go check it out. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;B is super excited that I'll be on the ship with her.&amp;nbsp; So I'll tough it out for my baby girl.&amp;nbsp; I'll be super mommy and we'll have a great time.&amp;nbsp; But just so you all know...I might pee my pants if I see/hear anything scary...and I will totes blame it on one of the kids. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-5119343890243332639?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/5119343890243332639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-winner.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/5119343890243332639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/5119343890243332639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-winner.html' title='I&apos;m a &quot;winner&quot;....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S5mhVwhDnJI/AAAAAAAAAm8/DISlUjWLSGk/s72-c/Star+of+India.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-8851088181869855244</id><published>2010-02-22T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T23:46:36.750-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='give a-way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iphone'/><title type='text'>It's a thin line....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; The line between love and hate is super thin....when it comes to my iphone.&amp;nbsp; I have loved it more often than I have hated it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;However....today it froze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; There was no quick reset this time.&amp;nbsp; We had to do a full on re-boot.&amp;nbsp; Being the &lt;strike&gt;lazy &lt;/strike&gt;busy lady that I am, I hadn't backed my phone up in about 3 months.&amp;nbsp; So I lost over 1,000 pictures.&amp;nbsp; No lies.&amp;nbsp; 1,000 ya'll!&amp;nbsp; What the heck?&amp;nbsp; How did I manage to take that many pictures?&amp;nbsp; I have no clue.&amp;nbsp; But they are gone.&amp;nbsp; Alls of thems.&amp;nbsp; Including my fun food tutorial pictures I took cause I was too &lt;strike&gt;lazy&lt;/strike&gt; busy to get out the real camera.&amp;nbsp; So I am sorry that I made a promise and didn't keep it.&amp;nbsp; :( &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To cheer you up from what I am sure is complete and total devastation head over to &lt;a href="http://chellisandalex.blogspot.com/2010/02/vintage-pearl-giveaway.html"&gt;It's a Love Story&lt;/a&gt; where the absolutely adorable Alexa Mae is having a giveaway.&amp;nbsp; I love me a good giveaway.&amp;nbsp; I don't ever win mind you...but it won't stop me from trying!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/6636792597744457033-8851088181869855244?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/8851088181869855244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-thin-line.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/8851088181869855244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/8851088181869855244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-thin-line.html' title='It&apos;s a thin line....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-4843267649745007613</id><published>2010-02-17T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T19:16:42.885-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hump Day Happies'/><title type='text'>Hump Day Happies.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3xSHTf8A1I/AAAAAAAAAm0/CN7VCTNPNHo/s1600-h/ash_wednesday-11645.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3xSHTf8A1I/AAAAAAAAAm0/CN7VCTNPNHo/s320/ash_wednesday-11645.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today marks the beginning of the Lenten season.&amp;nbsp; I love Lent....it sounds weird but I really do look forward to it every year.&amp;nbsp; This year I'm not only giving something up, but I am adding something as well.&amp;nbsp; In addition to the Lenten promise I have made, I will work to make sure my children understand the true purpose of giving something up for Lent.&amp;nbsp; It's not about walking around exclaiming to all who will listen what you have "given up". &lt;/span&gt;Lent is about conversion, turning our lives more completely over to Christ and his way of life. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So today I am happy because I started the day in Mass with my mother and sister.&amp;nbsp; Today I was reminded how blessed we are. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have a wonderful Wednesday! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-4843267649745007613?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/4843267649745007613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/02/hump-day-happies_17.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/4843267649745007613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/4843267649745007613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/02/hump-day-happies_17.html' title='Hump Day Happies.....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3xSHTf8A1I/AAAAAAAAAm0/CN7VCTNPNHo/s72-c/ash_wednesday-11645.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-3876878818052130578</id><published>2010-02-15T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T23:40:47.758-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make-up tutorial'/><title type='text'>Red lips are for floozies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So I thought I'd do a tutorial where I show you how I wear my red lips with pride! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So red lips are tricky.&amp;nbsp; A red that looks good on me...may not look good on you and vice versa.&amp;nbsp; You need to try many a red to find the one that is right for you.&amp;nbsp; You may even have to mix and match a few to find the right one.&amp;nbsp; But red lips are classic.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Since red lips are pretty BAM in your face all on their own...it's important that you go neutral with the rest of the stuff on your face.&amp;nbsp; You don't want to look like a clown.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Here is how I rock the red: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3ozrToWygI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Pjmwb8LLzyw/s1600-h/fresh+face.htm" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3ozrToWygI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Pjmwb8LLzyw/s320/fresh+face.htm" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I was going out after t&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;his so I had my dry hair up in some velcro rollers.&amp;nbsp; In the time it took for me to take all the pics my hair did itself. :D&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyways...start with a naked face &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(lies I have my foundation on.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3oy-pC6e2I/AAAAAAAAAh0/ADQmRFXNeaI/s1600-h/blush.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3oy-pC6e2I/AAAAAAAAAh0/ADQmRFXNeaI/s320/blush.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;For a lasting effect I add cream blush to my face first (Here I used uncommon by MAC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3ozvpMKG3I/AAAAAAAAAiE/8tG4HvYQ8D0/s1600-h/fish+face.htm" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3ozvpMKG3I/AAAAAAAAAiE/8tG4HvYQ8D0/s320/fish+face.htm" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Then I add a neutral blush in the hallow of my cheek.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3o6mBgvRcI/AAAAAAAAAjk/m7iNYobgahU/s1600-h/blog+048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3o6mBgvRcI/AAAAAAAAAjk/m7iNYobgahU/s320/blog+048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Tenderling by MAC) *Tenderling is my MOST FAVORITE blush (can you tell by how little I have left?). Just about anyone can rock tenderling.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3o5gIKIlPI/AAAAAAAAAi8/ZvnnolvG-GI/s1600-h/blog+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3o5gIKIlPI/AAAAAAAAAi8/ZvnnolvG-GI/s320/blog+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3o6q5TeQhI/AAAAAAAAAjs/8xdrbRXEjdc/s1600-h/blog+046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3o6q5TeQhI/AAAAAAAAAjs/8xdrbRXEjdc/s320/blog+046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Then, because I wanted a little pin-up vibe, I added a brighter pick to just the apples of my cheeks (Pink Swoon MAC) Then I blended it all with my 187 brush...and didn't take a picture of the blending action. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3o5qsJ1GYI/AAAAAAAAAjU/MGP6HmYG9uI/s1600-h/blog+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3o5qsJ1GYI/AAAAAAAAAjU/MGP6HmYG9uI/s320/blog+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My eyebrows suck...so I have to shape them thin...then draw them in where there are gaps.&amp;nbsp; First I brush them all in the same direction, then I use a light brown shadow that is lighter than my hair color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3o5vvU_f_I/AAAAAAAAAjc/UJzVSitYl0w/s1600-h/blog+050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3o5vvU_f_I/AAAAAAAAAjc/UJzVSitYl0w/s320/blog+050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Then I use an angled brush to fill in my gaps.&amp;nbsp; I used the MAC 266 brush.&amp;nbsp; It was the first brush I ever bought at MAC. Best investment eva.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3o8L_YEDfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/N5lyIKqOxUY/s1600-h/blog+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3o8L_YEDfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/N5lyIKqOxUY/s320/blog+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3o8NW5QfqI/AAAAAAAAAj8/05xVvGonMXM/s1600-h/blog+044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3o8NW5QfqI/AAAAAAAAAj8/05xVvGonMXM/s320/blog+044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Here I colored in just the left one so you can see the difference.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*****I wasn't going to do a whole face tut so I jumped around...then decided to go for it so sorry that I did my lips first...and my eyeliner before shadow.&amp;nbsp; Yeah I suck.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For the record my lipstick is ALWAYS last.&amp;nbsp; I put on some chapstick before I start so that my lips are well hydrated by the time I add color.*****&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;On to the ojos (eyes) *free spanish lesson for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3o5k0ugUDI/AAAAAAAAAjE/BvCSg5k35GY/s1600-h/blog+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3o5k0ugUDI/AAAAAAAAAjE/BvCSg5k35GY/s320/blog+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So I lined my eyes using BlackTracks Fluid Line by MAC...I used a flat brush this time but usually I use a small angle brush...I think it's the 262. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;****Another note....I use about 90% MAC stuff.&amp;nbsp; I get a discount for being a make-up artist so it is usually cheaper then anything else*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3o5ApMrc7I/AAAAAAAAAik/XJhKxu8GfNU/s1600-h/blog+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3o5ApMrc7I/AAAAAAAAAik/XJhKxu8GfNU/s320/blog+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3o5n-deG7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/NraVpuSytuA/s1600-h/blog+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3o5n-deG7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/NraVpuSytuA/s320/blog+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I start in the corner (and pull my eye lid a little to make it easier to apply)&amp;nbsp; don't try to make one continuous line when you are first learning.&amp;nbsp; It won't ever be straight.&amp;nbsp; I suggest using the flat brush, laying it directly on top of your lashes and just touching it to your lid.&amp;nbsp; Then move over a bit and repeat all the way across your eye lid staying close to your lash line.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pCK5vtydI/AAAAAAAAAkU/FcCLEcdLwA8/s1600-h/blog+056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pCK5vtydI/AAAAAAAAAkU/FcCLEcdLwA8/s320/blog+056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I then line right along my bottom lashes to about the middle of my eye.&amp;nbsp; not too heavy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pB9z_E5WI/AAAAAAAAAkM/5bAUjoO8E4E/s1600-h/blog+049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pB9z_E5WI/AAAAAAAAAkM/5bAUjoO8E4E/s320/blog+049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I use my smudge brush to well...smudge the line a little.&amp;nbsp; So it doesn't look too harsh.&amp;nbsp; Remember I want my LIPS to be the focal point.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3o4-F7bOqI/AAAAAAAAAic/64nidK48w_4/s1600-h/blog+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3o4-F7bOqI/AAAAAAAAAic/64nidK48w_4/s320/blog+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;All smudged.&amp;nbsp; I think...my pictures confuse me.&amp;nbsp; I think there are a few I forgot to take along the way. SORRY!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pDjboYRKI/AAAAAAAAAkc/wxqd2V1GsNM/s1600-h/blog+028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pDjboYRKI/AAAAAAAAAkc/wxqd2V1GsNM/s320/blog+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Time to Curl the lashes.&amp;nbsp; There are so many tricks out there.&amp;nbsp; I keep it simple and just curl them.&amp;nbsp; Place the curler as close to the lash line as possible and do a test squeeze.&amp;nbsp; If you don't have skin pinched in there squeeze hard and hold for about 10 seconds.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Here I jumped to lips....don't ask me why.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pEIKHAx7I/AAAAAAAAAlE/K5Zelhsffzg/s1600-h/blog+061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pEIKHAx7I/AAAAAAAAAlE/K5Zelhsffzg/s320/blog+061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;With your lip pencil ( I used Brick by MAC), start at the middle of your top lip and work out.&amp;nbsp; PLEASE stay within your natural lip line.&amp;nbsp; DON'T try and make your lips look bigger...you'll just look dumb and I'll make fun of you. Sad but true.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pEh6h97TI/AAAAAAAAAls/Q0BypbGtIw0/s1600-h/blog+041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pEh6h97TI/AAAAAAAAAls/Q0BypbGtIw0/s320/blog+041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Because red tends to "bleed" (gets in all the lines and smears itself) you need to line your entire lip with the pencil.&amp;nbsp; Color it all in like it is lipstick and not lip liner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pEncPcvpI/AAAAAAAAAl0/4NIm6CJuUMQ/s1600-h/blog+034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pEncPcvpI/AAAAAAAAAl0/4NIm6CJuUMQ/s320/blog+034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pEaVAc4HI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Hf-YDbW9Zgg/s1600-h/blog+051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pEaVAc4HI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Hf-YDbW9Zgg/s320/blog+051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Then add your favorite red lippie.&amp;nbsp; I used Racy by MAC. Again start at the middle on top, then do your bottom lip....again be careful to stay in the lines.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pHPb_PoEI/AAAAAAAAAmc/YxAtNR-qpPQ/s1600-h/blog+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pHPb_PoEI/AAAAAAAAAmc/YxAtNR-qpPQ/s320/blog+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3o42sFK6xI/AAAAAAAAAiM/PVmwQU2phtc/s1600-h/blog+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3o42sFK6xI/AAAAAAAAAiM/PVmwQU2phtc/s320/blog+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I think added a little Dazzleglass to give it a little more pop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pEXFhQlnI/AAAAAAAAAlU/A7Nmol4E3oI/s1600-h/blog+055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pEXFhQlnI/AAAAAAAAAlU/A7Nmol4E3oI/s320/blog+055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I used to go Matte all the time.&amp;nbsp; Now I use gloss 98% of the time.&amp;nbsp; I love me some gloss.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pD_PuA-WI/AAAAAAAAAkk/1lylC2E91jI/s1600-h/blog+035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pD_PuA-WI/AAAAAAAAAkk/1lylC2E91jI/s320/blog+035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Here is when I realized I skipped Mascara cause I was soooo excited about my red lips.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pEPMR1c-I/AAAAAAAAAlM/Z_o436Njt44/s1600-h/blog+057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pEPMR1c-I/AAAAAAAAAlM/Z_o436Njt44/s320/blog+057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Add a coat to each eye....then go back and add one more coat to each.&amp;nbsp; Lightly coat the bottom lashes.&amp;nbsp; Don't go crazy.&amp;nbsp; You DON'T want spider eyes!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Then I decided to add a little neutral shadow... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pIqG3oEgI/AAAAAAAAAmk/NAtOLRxEdq8/s1600-h/blog+033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pIqG3oEgI/AAAAAAAAAmk/NAtOLRxEdq8/s320/blog+033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I used Bisque (MAC) I love Bisque.&amp;nbsp; It's my go to for neutral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pEFj0wbAI/AAAAAAAAAk8/uVZoPYPrCAI/s1600-h/blog+066.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pEFj0wbAI/AAAAAAAAAk8/uVZoPYPrCAI/s320/blog+066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I applied it from the brow bone down to a little below my crease.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pEDXzwErI/AAAAAAAAAk0/tTNSkMRlfXE/s1600-h/blog+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pEDXzwErI/AAAAAAAAAk0/tTNSkMRlfXE/s320/blog+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Then cause it was there....I added a little golden cream shadow on my lid to my crease.&amp;nbsp; I borrowed this from my oldest daughter....I was showing her how to apply it so I threw it in my tutorial.&amp;nbsp; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pEBkbFtqI/AAAAAAAAAks/gOvFF6olw_k/s1600-h/blog+067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pEBkbFtqI/AAAAAAAAAks/gOvFF6olw_k/s320/blog+067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The camera really washes out the colors.&amp;nbsp; Just trust that it was there. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pE4vB9dII/AAAAAAAAAmM/-SBn7nOa8c4/s1600-h/blog+019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pE4vB9dII/AAAAAAAAAmM/-SBn7nOa8c4/s320/blog+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;That was it for the face.&amp;nbsp; Woohoo!! I did some pics for the hair....I'll work on that tomorrow I'm DONE! :D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pFRbOPlNI/AAAAAAAAAmU/mIopXL5PQoY/s1600-h/blog+038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3pFRbOPlNI/AAAAAAAAAmU/mIopXL5PQoY/s320/blog+038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I took a roller out to show you how it looks. I love my rollers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3o5HmdML9I/AAAAAAAAAi0/POtpvxJm8e8/s1600-h/blog+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3o5HmdML9I/AAAAAAAAAi0/POtpvxJm8e8/s320/blog+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Here I am....ready for my Flix with the Chix night!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hope you enjoyed my first tutorial.&amp;nbsp; What did you think? &amp;nbsp; Next time I'll do a smokey eye.&amp;nbsp; Browns? Plums? What do you wanna see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh and I have a taco tutorial too!! :D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p.s. Once again I didn't proof read this post. Get used to it! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p.p.s Can someone make me a cool button? Pretty Please?? With sugar on the bottom and a cherry on top?&amp;nbsp; I'll pay you in hugs.&amp;nbsp; I'm a hugger! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-3876878818052130578?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/3876878818052130578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/02/red-lips-are-for-floozies.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/3876878818052130578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/3876878818052130578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/02/red-lips-are-for-floozies.html' title='Red lips are for floozies...'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S3ozrToWygI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Pjmwb8LLzyw/s72-c/fresh+face.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-8757331798520466191</id><published>2010-02-03T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T09:27:27.141-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hump Day Happies'/><title type='text'>Hump Day Happies.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;First of all it's Hump Day and I get to say Hump Day over and over.&amp;nbsp; I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My sister is home from the hospital and doing great.&amp;nbsp; She is sore and in some pain...but it was worth it. The doctor said everything looks good.&amp;nbsp; Looks like we were 2 steps ahead of the cancer so it can kiss our ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;LOST is back! I'm happy, I'm sad...I'm happy.&amp;nbsp; This is the last and final season.&amp;nbsp; I'm quite happy that I may get the answers to the 3,683 questions I have from watching all these years.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure there will be about 397 new questions before I get any actual answers.&amp;nbsp; Juliet is dead. again. So sad.&amp;nbsp; But Sayid is alive. Happy Hump Day indeed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Last nights epi...UGH! What is going on?&amp;nbsp; Give me answers biatches! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh and I was quoted/linked by the fabulous &lt;a href="http://sussingoutlost.blogspot.com/2010/02/lost-bipolar.html"&gt;Lula&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Almost famous. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have new posts in the works.&amp;nbsp; I miss you all too much so I'm working on bringing some shenanigans your way.&amp;nbsp; I'm doing 2 short tutorials.&amp;nbsp; I took all the pictures now I just have to put it all together. That's the hard part, but I will Get'r done! :D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY HUMP DAY!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p.s. I didn't proofread this sorry! Time for my walk!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-8757331798520466191?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/8757331798520466191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/02/hump-day-happies.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/8757331798520466191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/8757331798520466191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/02/hump-day-happies.html' title='Hump Day Happies.....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-875213777786622689</id><published>2010-01-23T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T18:09:42.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Far and Away....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I've been gone.&amp;nbsp; I miss all the blogs.&amp;nbsp; I miss MY blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I still love you all.&amp;nbsp; Really I do. &lt;/span&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/6636792597744457033-875213777786622689?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/875213777786622689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/01/far-and-away.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/875213777786622689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/875213777786622689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/01/far-and-away.html' title='Far and Away....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-4423377370287764695</id><published>2010-01-06T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:59:06.389-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hump Day Happies'/><title type='text'>Hump Day Happies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I have been MIA and I am sorry!! My home computer SUCKS!&amp;nbsp; Each time I try and do a post it freezes and I have ZERO patience! Z to the 0. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(no patience for e and r) ha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;RANDOM post again!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay so I couldn't miss my VERY first HUMP DAY of 2010!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So what made me Happy today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; I went to Bingo with Mi Mama, My sister and My Bestie.&amp;nbsp; We are all jobless....for various reasons so we made a day of it.&amp;nbsp; We were the highlight of the Bingo Hall.&amp;nbsp; Seriously, the bingo caller told us so.&amp;nbsp; Of course we were the only ones there under 80...Senior Wednesdays.&amp;nbsp; who knew. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;2. I sat on my computer and saw that My Rock had been looking at this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S0WDrFL_D2I/AAAAAAAAAhc/O60jtPH-ncQ/s1600-h/product-white-hero.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S0WDrFL_D2I/AAAAAAAAAhc/O60jtPH-ncQ/s320/product-white-hero.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.apple.com/us/browse/home/shop_mac/family/macbook?aid=AIC-NAUS-K2-BUYNOW-MACBOOK-INDEX&amp;amp;cp=BUYNOW-MACBOOK-INDEX"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Please Lord let it happen!&amp;nbsp; I would figure out a way to make that baby make me some $$. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;3. My TWIN wrote me a love letter.&amp;nbsp; Or a letter of Love.&amp;nbsp; Or...well I gots a letter!! whoop whoop!! Check it out &lt;a href="http://alwaysalexandria.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Love you TWIN!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;That's all for tonight cause I is TIRED! I promise when/if I get a MAC I will do a VLOG. Whoop whoop! Everyone pray!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY HUMP DAY!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6636792597744457033-4423377370287764695?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/4423377370287764695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/01/hump-day-happies.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/4423377370287764695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/4423377370287764695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2010/01/hump-day-happies.html' title='Hump Day Happies...'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/S0WDrFL_D2I/AAAAAAAAAhc/O60jtPH-ncQ/s72-c/product-white-hero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-5197592747170825077</id><published>2009-12-30T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T14:11:01.334-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hump Day Happies'/><title type='text'>Hump Day Happies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I Like my hump day happies because it makes me think about the positive stuff that is going on in my life...even when I don't&amp;nbsp;feel too positive.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's good times really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I am happy that my friends for over half my life made it to my PAR-TAY* on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; I've known these girls since Middle School.&amp;nbsp; They rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SzvMaRvnx7I/AAAAAAAAAhU/3MqoDakYwWg/s1600-h/New+Picture+(4).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SzvMaRvnx7I/AAAAAAAAAhU/3MqoDakYwWg/s320/New+Picture+(4).png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Drea, Me and Sher Bear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;*I will go through the rest of the pictures from the various photographers before posting more party pics.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am hoping there are more pictures that &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; include me&amp;nbsp;playing beer pong, taking shots, dancing&amp;nbsp;with m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;y hands all up in my hair or dropping it like it's hot.&amp;nbsp; Cause please trust that I can drop it like no ones bizness. :D&amp;nbsp; I would hate for you all to get the wrong impression! haha!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;am happy that my body finally feels better from the 4.5 hours I spent on the bathroom floor on Sunday morning....hugging the toilet. Yes I was irresponsible and got hammered. But that was way back when I was in my 20's.&amp;nbsp; I know better now. :D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SzvKGOYTuLI/AAAAAAAAAg8/F6ZnY_OWmGs/s1600-h/New+Picture+(1).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SzvKGOYTuLI/AAAAAAAAAg8/F6ZnY_OWmGs/s320/New+Picture+(1).png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This is WAY before it got bad.&amp;nbsp; I still have a bit of a smile on my face.&amp;nbsp; I was able to put my hair up in a bun on my own too. &amp;nbsp;Thanks My Rock for capturing this magical moment.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am happy that my lovely sister, my kiddos and my weekend kiddos (including the poor innocent Alexis) broke into my home at Midnight on my birthday to surprise me and shower me in rose petals and balloons.&amp;nbsp; I'm sorry I wasn't prepared and "surprised" you all back in my sexy PJ's. hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SzvMXEXKgPI/AAAAAAAAAhE/Z8EDUGOo2-E/s1600-h/New+Picture+(2).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SzvMXEXKgPI/AAAAAAAAAhE/Z8EDUGOo2-E/s320/New+Picture+(2).png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;My hallway floor after the rose petal and balloon shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I'm happy that &lt;a href="http://heatherchannel.blogspot.com/"&gt;HG&lt;/a&gt; is the Mexican Betty Crocker and made me a bomb a$$ cake.&amp;nbsp; Isn't it beautiful?&amp;nbsp; The waitress at Shogun dropped a plate on it &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(see at the bottom?)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and I'm pretty sure HG almost shanked&amp;nbsp;her....lucky for the waitress there were only chopsticks on the table.&amp;nbsp; The cake was moist. heehee. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Szu9Tbu3RXI/AAAAAAAAAg0/3WbKh7pWj_g/s1600-h/New+Picture.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Szu9Tbu3RXI/AAAAAAAAAg0/3WbKh7pWj_g/s320/New+Picture.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I'm happy that in less than 34 hours I get to say goodbye to 2009 cause she's been a real bitch.&amp;nbsp; Yeah I said it. I'm allowed. I'm 30 remember? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Here it is for the last time in 2009 &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(dude we're starting a new decade!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY HUMP DAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-5197592747170825077?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/5197592747170825077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/12/hump-day-happies_30.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/5197592747170825077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/5197592747170825077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/12/hump-day-happies_30.html' title='Hump Day Happies....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SzvMaRvnx7I/AAAAAAAAAhU/3MqoDakYwWg/s72-c/New+Picture+(4).png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-7031885719021635522</id><published>2009-12-28T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T16:41:09.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirty, Flirty and Thriving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Today is the big day!&amp;nbsp; I'm now 30! WOW!&amp;nbsp; I was pretty nervous about turning 30 for a while.&amp;nbsp; I just remember 30 being SOOOO old.&amp;nbsp; Now that I'm here....it ain't so bad!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am blessed to have lived these 30 wonderful years.&amp;nbsp; I've known joy and sorrow, laughter and tears, victory and defeat.&amp;nbsp;I've broken hearts and had my heart broken.&amp;nbsp; I've been hurt and I've hurt others.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I've lost some people I love, but created memories to last a lifetime. I've lost a baby and I've been blessed with babies. I met and married the love of my life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I've made it through a lot.&amp;nbsp; It's made me who I am today.&amp;nbsp; Here I am 30 years old and I couldn't be happier!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Szk4FS7CKYI/AAAAAAAAAfs/u0s6swRKAZA/s1600-h/baby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Szk4FS7CKYI/AAAAAAAAAfs/u0s6swRKAZA/s320/baby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is me circa 1980.&amp;nbsp; Bad haircut and all.&amp;nbsp; See even back then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I wanted to be a mommy. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Szk7bzWKIAI/AAAAAAAAAgE/jMih0JaXWsQ/s1600-h/kid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Szk7bzWKIAI/AAAAAAAAAgE/jMih0JaXWsQ/s320/kid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm 5 here. The hair is a little better at least. Rockin' the Jordache...don't hate!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Szk7jwgl_aI/AAAAAAAAAgk/86KKZwVg4xM/s1600-h/sr+pics.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Szk7jwgl_aI/AAAAAAAAAgk/86KKZwVg4xM/s320/sr+pics.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Here are my Senior pictures.&amp;nbsp; It's the same standard pose that ALL schools did here in the 90's &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(and 80's and 70's...just sayin') &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My hair is a mess again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Szk7mntF8uI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ViU-vwOtiHI/s1600-h/silly+me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Szk7mntF8uI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ViU-vwOtiHI/s320/silly+me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;HOT MESS!! :D&amp;nbsp; But kisses to you all!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;WOOHOOO 30!!!!!!!&lt;/span&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/6636792597744457033-7031885719021635522?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/7031885719021635522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/12/thirty-flirty-and-thriving.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/7031885719021635522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/7031885719021635522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/12/thirty-flirty-and-thriving.html' title='Thirty, Flirty and Thriving'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Szk4FS7CKYI/AAAAAAAAAfs/u0s6swRKAZA/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-2346690129300382285</id><published>2009-12-23T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T17:41:22.712-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hump Day Happies'/><title type='text'>Hump Day Happies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This will be ANOTHER boring and random&amp;nbsp;post!&amp;nbsp; I'm so very sorry!&amp;nbsp; You know with the Holidays and work and life...I've sucked at blogging lately.&amp;nbsp; I mean really sucked.&amp;nbsp; I will soooo make it up to you all, I promise!&amp;nbsp; I have plenty of upcoming shenanigans.&amp;nbsp; With Christmas and my Birthday and soon having no job to keep me busy. :D&amp;nbsp; I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared of that last little part.&amp;nbsp; Cause I am.&amp;nbsp; It's what I&amp;nbsp;wanted for a long time....to be home with my kiddos and be a full time wife and mommy.&amp;nbsp; But&amp;nbsp;it's scary to think of living on one income. I hope we can do it for a while.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The timing is right too cause I'll be home to spend time with my sister.&amp;nbsp; My sister just found out she has cancer.&amp;nbsp; It's scary because we've lost so many&amp;nbsp;we love to this dumb disease.&amp;nbsp; But&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;sister is strong, young and a fighter.&amp;nbsp; She will fight and she will win.&amp;nbsp; We have love and faith.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was watching my all time favorite&amp;nbsp;movie, Return to Me, &amp;nbsp;yesterday and I heard this quote &lt;em&gt;"It’s the character that’s the strongest that God gives the most challenges to, so you should take it as a compliment"&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; It made me smile. God&amp;nbsp;is amazing and I know that with our prayers everything will work out as it should.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Now on to the Happies!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SzJtCjaTj1I/AAAAAAAAAew/mAhssMDCFyk/s1600-h/New+Picture+(12).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SzJtCjaTj1I/AAAAAAAAAew/mAhssMDCFyk/s320/New+Picture+(12).png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;My Rock put the Angel on our lopsided tree.&amp;nbsp; Can you tell where I stopped the lights and someone else started? haha. I love our big crazy, mismatched, ghetto tree! It makes my house smell like Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SzJtMcMA6gI/AAAAAAAAAfI/LBDP6amSUCE/s1600-h/New+Picture+(15).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SzJtMcMA6gI/AAAAAAAAAfI/LBDP6amSUCE/s320/New+Picture+(15).png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is Buster.&amp;nbsp; He is a pain in the bootay.&amp;nbsp; But he loves us and we love him.&amp;nbsp; He is an outside dog...but last night he came in..I think he knew I was sad. I love him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SzJtFFBGvbI/AAAAAAAAAe4/fqWQV0-1bHc/s1600-h/New+Picture+(11).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SzJtFFBGvbI/AAAAAAAAAe4/fqWQV0-1bHc/s320/New+Picture+(11).png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;She loves to cuddle.&amp;nbsp; We have "cuddle time" every night.&amp;nbsp; I worked late and came home to find I was replaced.&amp;nbsp; I didn't mind. They make my heart swell.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SzJs_pe5usI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Nc2XLq80jN8/s1600-h/New+Picture+(9).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SzJs_pe5usI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Nc2XLq80jN8/s320/New+Picture+(9).png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;My Best Friend Lizzy is well...the best.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't ask for a better friend.&amp;nbsp; She is always there. To laugh with me or cry with me.&amp;nbsp; And to make sure I am having a blast at our tailgates before the game. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SzJs7IsFzCI/AAAAAAAAAeg/a7pPn4XIbd0/s1600-h/D4+Crew.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SzJs7IsFzCI/AAAAAAAAAeg/a7pPn4XIbd0/s320/D4+Crew.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Speaking of tailgates...this is part of our "D4 Crew".&amp;nbsp; We all tailgate together before games. There are a lot of people missing in this picture. Can you find me?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SzJtI14juoI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Mng_JdFo24o/s1600-h/New+Picture+(13).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SzJtI14juoI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Mng_JdFo24o/s320/New+Picture+(13).png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mas Guapo!! I love Christmas sing-a-longs at school.&amp;nbsp; I love that my Little Rock likes to dress up.&amp;nbsp; I love that he was so excited that he was ready 1/2 an hour early. :D&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SzJwFYZzSJI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/irdDrIZO-74/s1600-h/New+Picture+(16).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SzJwFYZzSJI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/irdDrIZO-74/s320/New+Picture+(16).png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is a crappy picute of a picture.&amp;nbsp; I didn't scan it cause I am lazy.&amp;nbsp; It's from the 80's can you tell?&amp;nbsp; That's me with my Mom and my Daddy on New Year's Eve.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday was the 10 year anniversary of his passing.&amp;nbsp; I still miss him like crazy.&amp;nbsp; But looking at this picture makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Christmas is in two days!! YAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY HUMP DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What are you happy about?&lt;/span&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/6636792597744457033-2346690129300382285?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/2346690129300382285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/12/hump-day-happies_23.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/2346690129300382285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/2346690129300382285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/12/hump-day-happies_23.html' title='Hump Day Happies....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SzJtCjaTj1I/AAAAAAAAAew/mAhssMDCFyk/s72-c/New+Picture+(12).png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-4984438548860426247</id><published>2009-12-14T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:36:42.000-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='December Birthday Club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty 30'/><title type='text'>30 by my 30th?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I am&amp;nbsp;exactly 2 weeks away from my 30th B-day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh EM GEE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SybbHws_bYI/AAAAAAAAAeY/602jSUwhG5s/s1600-h/nlg_dirtythirty.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rs="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SybbHws_bYI/AAAAAAAAAeY/602jSUwhG5s/s320/nlg_dirtythirty.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I hear 30 is the new 20...but srsly? I just remember thinking that 30 was SOOOO old. Yet here I am. With all my hair and teeth...no walker yet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I had said I didn't want to celebrate my&amp;nbsp;birthday.&amp;nbsp; I made my bestie, my Mama&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;My Rock promise no party.&amp;nbsp;They were mad...but&amp;nbsp;respected my wish.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;However, I've now seen the light.&amp;nbsp; I've lived 30 healthy, happy,&amp;nbsp;fulfilling, loving, wonderful years!&amp;nbsp; It's something to celebrate. For me&amp;nbsp;AND my loved ones.&amp;nbsp; Who am I to tell them they can't celebrate my life...when they&amp;nbsp;ARE my life! DUH!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Shenanigans will ensue.&amp;nbsp; I am sure of it.&amp;nbsp; And if nothing else, it will give me something to blog about.&amp;nbsp; :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;So here is my Bloggy Birthday wish.&amp;nbsp; I wish to have 30 followers by my 30th B-day.&amp;nbsp; If it works I also wish to be skinny by then too! :D&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&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/6636792597744457033-4984438548860426247?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/4984438548860426247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/12/30-by-my-30th.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/4984438548860426247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/4984438548860426247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/12/30-by-my-30th.html' title='30 by my 30th?'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SybbHws_bYI/AAAAAAAAAeY/602jSUwhG5s/s72-c/nlg_dirtythirty.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-8393625123235768401</id><published>2009-12-09T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:07:34.334-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hump Day Happies'/><title type='text'>Hump Day Happies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;So I tried to post a blog from my phone yesterday (FAIL)&amp;nbsp;cause the internets have not been my friend. I'm over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;On to the Happies!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sx_-oajGzMI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Be50TOm1s_A/s1600-h/New+Picture+(1).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sx_-oajGzMI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Be50TOm1s_A/s320/New+Picture+(1).png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;We went Christmas tree shopping with the kiddos.&amp;nbsp; They loved it and we were out of there in less than 30 minutes. HOLLA!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sx_-vEtbjgI/AAAAAAAAAeA/a9Guh0RRexE/s1600-h/New+Picture+(5).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sx_-vEtbjgI/AAAAAAAAAeA/a9Guh0RRexE/s320/New+Picture+(5).png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Here is our tree.&amp;nbsp; It sat light less for 3 days.&amp;nbsp; Then was 3/4 of the way wrapped in lights....then we ran out.&amp;nbsp; Bigger house&amp;nbsp;+ bigger ceilings = bigger tree = need more lights.&amp;nbsp; My Rock got them yesterday and finished up the tree for us.&amp;nbsp; He Rocks! (pun intended)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sx_-r_WAFBI/AAAAAAAAAdw/2_JHmwGHW5A/s1600-h/New+Picture+(6).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sx_-r_WAFBI/AAAAAAAAAdw/2_JHmwGHW5A/s320/New+Picture+(6).png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is my best friend.&amp;nbsp; She is&amp;nbsp;a beautiful&amp;nbsp;person.&amp;nbsp; Inside and out. &amp;nbsp;I on the other hand am TIPSY in this picture.&amp;nbsp; Just sayin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sx_-y9C8tuI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/0o6WQ_hjYV4/s1600-h/New+Picture.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sx_-y9C8tuI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/0o6WQ_hjYV4/s320/New+Picture.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;End of the night. I kinda remember taking this picture.&amp;nbsp; I loves him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sx_-xfIV3iI/AAAAAAAAAeI/WNH9O_tPk3E/s1600-h/New+Picture+(7).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sx_-xfIV3iI/AAAAAAAAAeI/WNH9O_tPk3E/s320/New+Picture+(7).png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Leaving the bookstore.&amp;nbsp; They love each other and I caught it on camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sx_-t7i-2hI/AAAAAAAAAd4/WFvUQ3pkXUE/s1600-h/New+Picture+(2).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sx_-t7i-2hI/AAAAAAAAAd4/WFvUQ3pkXUE/s320/New+Picture+(2).png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;She is 10!!! Double digits baybee!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY HUMP DAY!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;What are you happy about?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&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/6636792597744457033-8393625123235768401?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/8393625123235768401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/12/hump-day-happies.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/8393625123235768401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/8393625123235768401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/12/hump-day-happies.html' title='Hump Day Happies....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sx_-oajGzMI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Be50TOm1s_A/s72-c/New+Picture+(1).png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-7750076247711133713</id><published>2009-12-02T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T17:45:19.616-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='December Birthday Club'/><title type='text'>December Birthday Club.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Awesome people are born in December.&amp;nbsp; I mean it's just a fact.&amp;nbsp; The babies are cuter too.&amp;nbsp; My mom told me so.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When I was&amp;nbsp;doing my&amp;nbsp;daily blog&amp;nbsp;surfing I noticed that Uptown Girl had this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SxWMM4X87wI/AAAAAAAAAco/juC8oGPnQFk/s1600/december_wedding_or_party_rsvp_postage-p172958331164947585anrov_400.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410384680274685698" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SxWMM4X87wI/AAAAAAAAAco/juC8oGPnQFk/s320/december_wedding_or_party_rsvp_postage-p172958331164947585anrov_400.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Apparently she is an adorable December baby as well.&amp;nbsp; She wants us all to RSVP for her month long birthday celebration.&amp;nbsp; I'm all about month long celebrations.&amp;nbsp; But seeing as how I have many people I love born in December I must include them all.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So I am RSVPing for the celebration of&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://uptowngirldiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;Uptown Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ambersinnermind.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-rsvp.html"&gt;Amber &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sjshepperd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sara-Jane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My Baby B&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My Sol&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Jesus (yeah THE Jesus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Lizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Vic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Fozzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Me!!! &lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Isn't that a lot of Birthdays?&amp;nbsp; I told you December was awesome!&amp;nbsp; Are you part of the club?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You have 26 shopping days left until my BIG B-day celebration.&amp;nbsp; I'll work on my wish list now. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt; - We are the M Family Trilogy.&amp;nbsp; We are the cutest babies ever born to our familia&amp;nbsp;and we are all 10 years apart to the month.&amp;nbsp; December '79, '89 and '99.&amp;nbsp; HOLLA! &lt;/span&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/6636792597744457033-7750076247711133713?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/7750076247711133713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-birthday-club.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/7750076247711133713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/7750076247711133713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-birthday-club.html' title='December Birthday Club.....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SxWMM4X87wI/AAAAAAAAAco/juC8oGPnQFk/s72-c/december_wedding_or_party_rsvp_postage-p172958331164947585anrov_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-8222722088160323353</id><published>2009-12-01T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:18:13.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Photographs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just love playing tag! I love being tagged. And my New BFF, mah sista from another Mista, &lt;a href="http://alwaysalexandria.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alexandria&lt;/a&gt; tagged me. I feel oh so special! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the Rules. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Choose a photo that makes you cringe like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410413694926201266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SxWmlwX8IbI/AAAAAAAAAc4/dnthyWJsKAc/s320/Mothers+Day+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We look so awkward. Look at my Rock's face. Look at my fake smile. Look at my "plumpness". I'm glad the apron is hidding the rolls cause then I would be super duper sad. Seriously I cringed. 2010 will be the year of the Alice Makeover. I need to lose about 1,000 pounds and this pictures reminds me of that fact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Choose two pictures that you could stare at all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410413714196397266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SxWmm4KT_NI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Z6qzZW2KLlo/s320/sea+world.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Love my family. Dang we're a good lookin' bunch. haha!! Seriously I have this picture on my desk and I really do stare at it all day. Fake Smiles or not. They are my whole world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410413701820946978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SxWmmKDxmiI/AAAAAAAAAdA/YqTwlp2veC8/s320/sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes I've brought it up like 5 Billion times. I is in love with Jacob's abs. I could stare at them ALL day. I'm gonna blow up this picture and tape it to my treadmill....just outta reach so I can be motivated by yumminess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Choose one picture that shows your dreams and aspirations, or that holds a place on your 'bucket list'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410418062658188098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SxWqj_cZM0I/AAAAAAAAAdY/XeIgj24OxUg/s320/travel500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I want to travel the world. Ok well not the whole world. But I do have a lengthy list of all the places I would like to go. I'll have to write them all out one day and get them in order so if my Rock ever wants to surprise me with a trip he'll know where to take me.  Or if any of you want to take me on a trip. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Link four bloggers-and tell why they inspire you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Heather from &lt;a href="http://heatherchannel.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her Blog title is way long. :D She has a sidebar with the random comments I've made while out to lunch.  I think half of them are made up.  I can't be that bad can I? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Sarah from &lt;a href="http://thecolorplaid.blogspot.com/"&gt;Color Plaid&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She makes me laugh everytime I read her blog. She was my first "follower" who I didn't know in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Hannah from &lt;a href="http://themadhanster.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tea Time with the Mad Hanster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I miss her so!  Her crazy ways and her laughs full of snorts. She needs to blog lots more so I can laugh and snort all day long. Plus she has the cutest baby eva. (Besides mine of course) heehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-Amber from &lt;a href="http://ambersinnermind.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amber's Inner Mind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This just in...We're December babies.  Everyone knows that December babies are the cutest.  Just sayin'.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ready, Set, Go!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-8222722088160323353?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/8222722088160323353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/12/four-photographs.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/8222722088160323353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/8222722088160323353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/12/four-photographs.html' title='Four Photographs'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SxWmlwX8IbI/AAAAAAAAAc4/dnthyWJsKAc/s72-c/Mothers+Day+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-9030514174502599817</id><published>2009-11-26T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T05:00:04.581-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bangin&apos; hot book boys club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>I am Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sw3FTek8w_I/AAAAAAAAAcY/KUggu6zeajg/s1600/New+Picture+(7).png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408195665958061042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sw3FTek8w_I/AAAAAAAAAcY/KUggu6zeajg/s320/New+Picture+(7).png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's Thanksgiving!! I am cooking dinner for half of my family. We can't all be together this year...but those of us who can will eat enough to make up for those that can't make it. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm preparing a dinner for about 15 people. I'm making a 20 pound turkey, ham, stuffing from scratch and a whole lot of sides. Good times will be had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So here is a small list of what I am Thankful for this year. I kept it to 10 cause I'm sure you all have meals to prepare and eat. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. I am Thankful for my life. God has blessed me with another year to spend with my family. Another year to bring together the family we only get to see once a year. I am thankful that I still have a place setting at the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2. I am Thankful that I grew up a Daddy's girl. Thay each Thanksgiving I spent it with my Dad in the kitchen learning all his "secret recipes". Now that he is no longer with us...I can cook everything they same way he did and it's like he's still here with us and my kids get to know a little about the Grandpa they never met. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am thankful for my Mother who is strong beyond words. Who taught me how to be a wife, a mom and a friend. My mother who leads by example in her life, love and faith. If I can be half the woman she is I'll be way ahead of the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am thankful for my Children who inspire me to be a better person on the daily. Whose laughter and smiles wipe away a bad day. Who love to cuddle and who knock on the door constantly while I'm tryin' to do my bizness...reminding me that I'll never be alone. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. I am thankful for My Rock. The love of my life, the man of my dreams, the father of my children. I am thankful that after 12 years we still love each other...more now than ever. I'm thankful that he has always been by my side through the good and the bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am thankful that he doesn't mind if I swoon over fictional characters cause he knows he's the only one who I put my ice cold feet on at night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. I am thankful for my family and friends. I couldn't ask for a better support group than my family and my friends who are family in every way but blood. I know with them I'll never cry alone or laugh alone. Someone is always there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. I am thankful for my home. I'm thankful God has allowed us to provide for our family. I'm thankful that I have doors to open in welcome to visitors. That my home is never quiet because it's filled with love and laughter of all those who pass through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. I am thankful for my blog friends and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for &lt;a href="http://banginhotbookboys.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bangin' Hot Book Boys Club &lt;/a&gt;because of you I will have something to do next month when I am laid-off. I won't even have time to be sad that I am jobless because you all will keep me entertained. I just know it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. I am thankful for AT&amp;amp;T U-Verse for keeping my recordings safe. All 83 of them. Trust that I will get to them all in due time. Thank you U-verse for allowing me to watch my recordings in any room of the house. For allowing 4 recordings at once so no more blood is shed over whether we watch UFC or Grey's Anatomy. Yes My Rock was tired of bleeding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. I am thankful for Jacob's smokin' hot abs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lest you forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408195669131877650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sw3FTqZpXRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/k2wZpAQYYpM/s320/sad.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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6636792597744457033-9030514174502599817?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/9030514174502599817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-thankful.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/9030514174502599817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/9030514174502599817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-thankful.html' title='I am Thankful'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sw3FTek8w_I/AAAAAAAAAcY/KUggu6zeajg/s72-c/New+Picture+(7).png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-8693254874380207545</id><published>2009-11-25T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T14:47:11.620-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hump Day Happies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Moon'/><title type='text'>Hump Day Happies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm happy for many things today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Today is my last day at work before a nice little 5 day break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. We'll be on the news again tomorrow morning. If you are in Daygo...tune in to watch...Fox 5, 7:40am. (or DVR it) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. We leave to Tucson on Friday morning for the West Coast Championships. Think happy thoughts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But mostly I am happy because of the hotness that is Jacob Black!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408172821214798594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sw2whvRuIwI/AAAAAAAAAb4/h3pwnESi474/s320/200909221124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I know he is 17. I know that is jailbait. I know and I can't stop lookin'. I must repeat to myself "His 17 will get me 20, his 17 will get me 20" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408172852241806898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sw2wji3ItjI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/M0Q3j0DYjmY/s320/traps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, yes, I am Team Edward still. But I am not dead. Dang! Can't a girl just swoon? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and moan and lick her lips and dream of him looking at me like that?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408172827641588818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sw2wiHN_LFI/AAAAAAAAAcI/BdXhat7Ms9w/s320/sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I mean look how sad he looks in the picture above. Don't you just wanna &lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: line-through"&gt;kiss him&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: line-through"&gt;lick him&lt;/span&gt;, hold him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408172824390938674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sw2wh7G-MDI/AAAAAAAAAcA/1eRJkC4CrHM/s320/hotness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He is on a mish in this picture.  And I wanna help him.  Help him get outta those wet clothes.  He could catch a cold for goodness sakes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY HUMP DAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &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/6636792597744457033-8693254874380207545?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/8693254874380207545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/hump-day-happies_25.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/8693254874380207545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/8693254874380207545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/hump-day-happies_25.html' title='Hump Day Happies....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sw2whvRuIwI/AAAAAAAAAb4/h3pwnESi474/s72-c/200909221124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-2026923220039161214</id><published>2009-11-24T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T13:12:30.718-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bangin&apos; hot book boys club'/><title type='text'>Have a love for Book Boys?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Edward, Peeta, Pony Boy?? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Yeah I went pony boy...don't judge!)&lt;/span&gt; Well then....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Check it yo'! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://banginhotbookboys.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bangin' hot book boys Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407780807929121218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SwxL_j_KScI/AAAAAAAAAbw/XkMd0sp7wEM/s320/BookStack.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Good times, bangin' hot boys, fun friends....who could ask for more? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://banginhotbookboys.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://banginhotbookboys.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-2026923220039161214?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/2026923220039161214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/have-love-for-book-boys.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/2026923220039161214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/2026923220039161214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/have-love-for-book-boys.html' title='Have a love for Book Boys?'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SwxL_j_KScI/AAAAAAAAAbw/XkMd0sp7wEM/s72-c/BookStack.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-2094589847314186179</id><published>2009-11-18T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:00:01.485-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hump Day Happies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Moon'/><title type='text'>Hump Day Happies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today's will be a quick one (TWSS) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and a little boring &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(She said that too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am happy about LIFE.  Really my life is Fantabulous!  It's hard and everything isn't working out how I planned it.  But I have a wonderful husband who adores me and who I adore.  I have 3 beautiful babies...who remind me on the daily they aren't babies anymore.  And I have THE BESTEST friends! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's with those BESTEST Friends that I'll be watching New Moon with TOMORROW night!! WOOHOO!! Yes we is crazies and we are going at Midnight.  I can't wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's those same friends that I am about to head to Buca De Beppo with...hence the quick post.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh and it's one of those friends who bought me my very own Pocket Alice!!! HZizzle you freakin' rock so hard!  Stay turned for adventures of Alice and Alice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Told you I have the BESTEST Friends!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY HUMP DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/6636792597744457033-2094589847314186179?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/2094589847314186179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/hump-day-happies_18.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/2094589847314186179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/2094589847314186179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/hump-day-happies_18.html' title='Hump Day Happies....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-9104410485955905058</id><published>2009-11-16T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:03:30.364-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunger Games'/><title type='text'>Hunger Games - Movie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rumor has it that Suzanne Collins is working on a screenplay for The Hunger Games. I'm not sure how I feel about it. On one hand I'm excited about the possibility. On the other I'm not sure it will live up to my crazy expectations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;First of all, i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;n the book Peeta is Blond. In my mind Peeta is not. He has dark hair...and he is freakin' hot. I'm just sayin'. Yeah I've seen a bunch of sites where everyone is picking their "Peeta"...I just ain't feelin' it yo! If they cast a blond actor for Peeta I won't be able to picture anyone but him when I think of Peeta. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Second, the book is written for "young adults" (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what the freak is a young adult anyway?").&lt;/span&gt; However, if the movie is made for "young adults" there is no way they would be able to get the rating they need without taking out the crazy, bloody, spear in your stomach type scenes from the arena. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Third, Gale needs to be a hottie too...but not so hot that I'm waivering on my Team Peeta status. Cause yes Gale is a dark haired cutie that the girls in town all lurve...but I can't love him. I just can't. I'm Team Peeta. Do not try to sway me by casting a dark haired dream come true and giving him abs like Taylor Lautner's cause...wait no...please do. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Last, please don't turn this into another Twilight. Please don't. I can't handle the hype again. The freakin' screaming teenagers that didn't even read the dayum book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What do you think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-9104410485955905058?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/9104410485955905058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/hunger-games-movie.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/9104410485955905058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/9104410485955905058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/hunger-games-movie.html' title='Hunger Games - Movie?'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-5865705513435139595</id><published>2009-11-13T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T15:45:05.499-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Awards'/><title type='text'>I want to thank the academy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got my first blogger award(s). Yippee!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403737720377808642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sv3u05J_lwI/AAAAAAAAAbI/y6jaNTSxkkE/s320/kreativ_blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403737726225635586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sv3u1O8OWQI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/UdV_8Ama8kw/s320/honest-scrap2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://http//caramelcoveredphotographs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Caramel Colored Photographs&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am following her lead and am combining the two. No biggie. We're just that good. Just sayin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The rules for Kreativ Blogger are: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. List 7 things about myself others might not know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Award 7 people with the award. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules of the Honest Scrap Award are: Divulge 10 honest things about yourself. Then pass the award on to 7 bloggers who you believe will be 100% truthful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I really have written our my Oscar acceptance speech. I did it in high school, found it years later...laughed about it, then wrote it again. Gotta keep it updated just in case. Now all I need is to be discovered so I can put it to use. It's the perfect combo of funny and tear jerking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) I have my lisp because I didn't have my 4 front teeth as a kid. My parents didn't want to send me to school looking silly so I had dentures. Seriously. I started kinder with a set of dentures cause that wasn't as silly as missing teeth. I love my parents!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I'm scared of the dark and I can't sleep alone. I scare myself. So if My Rock isn't home then I sleep with my babies in bed with me (and the light on). When I used to travel for work I would share a hotel room with my boss, you know to save the company $$. On the few occassions I had to travel alone. I slept with all the lights on...and the TV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) I can't go #2 anywhere other than my own toilet in my own house. There is your TMI for the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) I like to make out a lot. The good thing is that it's always with My Rock. I'm scared that I'm gonna be a old lady all full of wrinkles making out with My Rock. Sounds gross when I put it that way. Actually I hope it happens. I hope I never get tired of making out with My Rock...even when we're old and toothless. hahaha! Seriously!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) I have the mind of a 16 year old boy. I can make the most innocent statement into something dirty. It's a great talent actually. Sometimes I share my pervertedness with others...sometimes I just giggle to myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) I hate running into people from high school. Unless they are those select few who I've kept up with through the years. Cause odds are I won't even remember you. As a matter of fact this past Sunday we had some people over after My Little Rock's football banquet. There was a mom who came over and apparently went to high school with me...she didn't mention it the whole time. Her husband mentioned it to my Rock. Awkward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) I'm jealous of moms who get to stay home with their kids. I'm seriously bitter about it. My Rock has told me before that I don't have to work...but in reality I do. There is no way I would let him bust his arse so I can be home while the kids are off in school anyways. He already works too hard. Plus I love my car and getting pedicures and going out to eat...I'd have to give that all up and I'm too selfish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) I have a secret list of what I would buy the people in my life if I won the lotto. Even people I barely know. I have at least a little something for everyone who has touched my life somehow. I'm not gonna buy everyone a car or anything but like surprise tickets to Disneyland or a new BBQ. Fun stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) I collect recipes and I never make them. I wish I had time to try new stuff and I wish my family was willing to eat my experiments. But I don't have the time and they don't have the courage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is, all this nonsense about me, out there for the world to see....now it's your turn! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecolorplaid.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://heatherchannel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heather &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hzblahg.blogspot.com/2009/08/catch-up-post.html"&gt;Hizzle &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://teamallensandiego.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hannah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://adayinthelifeofsonia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uptowngirldiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;Uptown Girl &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ambersinnermind.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amber&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-5865705513435139595?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/5865705513435139595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-to-thank-academy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/5865705513435139595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/5865705513435139595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-to-thank-academy.html' title='I want to thank the academy...'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sv3u05J_lwI/AAAAAAAAAbI/y6jaNTSxkkE/s72-c/kreativ_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-333418392449267360</id><published>2009-11-11T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:25:31.811-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hump Day Happies'/><title type='text'>Hump Day Happies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "The Humpty Dance here's your chance a do the hump!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's hump day again! Woohoo!!  Here are my happies for today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Strawberry Body Butter from The Body Shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402971528167639266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Svs1-ov7SOI/AAAAAAAAAaw/I0R8_QKSlXc/s320/New+Picture+(2).png" border="0" /&gt;I freakin' love this stuff! Seriously love it.  My weekend kid worked at the Body Shop for a while so I had her buy me a bunch with her discount.  Now I'm almost out with no discount to buy more. UGH!  Maybe I should make friends with someone who works there and I can buy her MAC make-up with my discount and she can buy me body butter with hers.  Gosh I is smarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Avocado Milkshake Boba's from the Tea Zone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402971539962765250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Svs1_UsGn8I/AAAAAAAAAa4/9dnmbfnDobU/s320/New+Picture+(3).png" border="0" /&gt;It sounds disgusting...I know this!  And it looks worse then the picture shows.  It's totes green.  But it is like heaven...no joke.  I went out at 8:00 after our little get together on Sunday to get me one.  It's my new guilty pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Being able to say I told you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402971549200055362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Svs1_3GcfEI/AAAAAAAAAbA/FAzv8FOgDlc/s320/New+Picture+(1).png" border="0" /&gt;Yes this is my B soaking wet on a crisp autumn afternoon.  I walk along that little wall between the pool and the jacuzzi when I'm cleaning the top of the pool.  She likes to do the same for no reason other than to just do it.  I've told her countless times she needs to stop cause she is going to fall in.  I was right.  When I heard the splash from the kitchen I ran outside to see her scrambling to get out.  Instead of getting her the towel she was begging for...I took lots of pictures.  You know like a good mom. :D  Now I look at this picture on my phone and get a good giggle when I need it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY HUMP DAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;p.s. 8 DAYS, 8 DAYS, 8 DAYS, 8 DAYS,8 DAYS, 8 DAYS, 8 DAYS, 8 DAYS,8 DAYS, 8 DAYS, 8 DAYS, 8 DAYS, 8 DAYS, 8 DAYS, 8 DAYS, 8 DAYS, 8 DAYS, 8 DAYS, 8 DAYS, 8 DAYS, 8 DAYS, 8 DAYS, 8 DAYS, 8 DAYS,8 DAYS, 8 DAYS, 8 DAYS, 8 DAYS, 8 DAYS, 8 DAYS, 8 DAYS, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8 DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/6636792597744457033-333418392449267360?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/333418392449267360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/hump-day-happies_11.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/333418392449267360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/333418392449267360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/hump-day-happies_11.html' title='Hump Day Happies....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Svs1-ov7SOI/AAAAAAAAAaw/I0R8_QKSlXc/s72-c/New+Picture+(2).png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-819216309640552419</id><published>2009-11-09T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T16:49:54.727-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things I suck at'/><title type='text'>Things I suck at.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've decided to list the things I suck at in order to motivate me to work harder on those. It probs won't work...but whatevs (way to think positive right?) ha! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1. Blogging - Just sayin'...I've posted like 2 blogs in the last month. I need to get my priorities straight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2. Softball - I mean I couldn't even play on Friday cause I forgot my cleats. who does that? oh yeah...me! errrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3. Being on time - I wait until the very last minute for EVERYTHING! I even gave birth 2 weeks after my due date. No joke.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4. Working out - yeah I start almost every other week. Swearing that "this is the week I stick with it". Yeah that week hasn't come yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5. Finishing stuff- I have half done projects and half done lists and now half done posts.... I'm over this list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;p.s. I think I want bangs again....this isn't a great picture (another thing I suck at?) haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Should I or shouldn't I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402269505850505522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Svi3fj0k-TI/AAAAAAAAAao/lJpl73wh8bo/s320/New+Picture+(3).png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;By the way...this picture was taken at 1 o'clock in the mornin'!  On the party bus after dancing it up at the club....and maybe a drink or two or 7.  :D&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/6636792597744457033-819216309640552419?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/819216309640552419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-i-suck-at.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/819216309640552419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/819216309640552419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-i-suck-at.html' title='Things I suck at.....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Svi3fj0k-TI/AAAAAAAAAao/lJpl73wh8bo/s72-c/New+Picture+(3).png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-7384658910344826406</id><published>2009-11-04T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:28:42.941-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hump Day Happies'/><title type='text'>Hump Day Happies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can tell you what I'm not happy about today....3rd place. Yeah TURD. I know I have to stop being bitter...it could be worse. We could have been the 4th place team that sat on the mat after awards crying their eyes out. I'm just a little upset that my girls sooooo did NOT do their best. Maybe it was just an off day...oh wells...on ward and up ward from here! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Please note that I just got a text from my Rock that said "Baby I love you with all my heart body and soul" I'm swoooooning.  Swooning ya'll!!  I love him and his random text messages. He has made this Hump Day that much more happy&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now back to our regularly sceduled post....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On top of being the head cheer coach for our Jr. Pee Wee girls, I am also the cheer director for our association. So I oversee 4 cheer squads. Out of the 4 squads 3 of them placed in the top 3 of their divisions.  Whoop whoop!!  We are moving on to the West Coast Championships in Tucson, AZ.  So we get another shot at that first place trophy.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That makes me happy this Hump Day.  A trip to Tucson...wow slow week. heehee!  This picture also makes me happy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400377476864210258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SvH-s-mC9VI/AAAAAAAAAag/NHxEMayytqs/s320/boys.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's a long standing tradition that each year at cheer comp the football players attend and present the girls with flowers after they perform.  This year we had the biggest turn out of football players ever.  Those boys were loud and proud...not to mention fighting over who gave the flower to what girl.  I'm sooo not ready for that. :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What's making you happy today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY HUMP DAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-7384658910344826406?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/7384658910344826406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/hump-day-happies.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/7384658910344826406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/7384658910344826406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/11/hump-day-happies.html' title='Hump Day Happies....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SvH-s-mC9VI/AAAAAAAAAag/NHxEMayytqs/s72-c/boys.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-5196623848793160072</id><published>2009-10-30T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:24:10.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My B'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheer'/><title type='text'>Go, Fight, Win</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This Sunday is it. Our big Cheer competition. My girls moment to shine for 2 minutes and 30 seconds. All our hard work from the last 3 months will be put to the test. Have you seen the movie Bring it On? Well real life cheerleading is just like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is my most stressful time as a cheer coach. This is the weekend I quit each year and say I'm never doing this again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is why I come back each year and coach:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398451558833109826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SusnFy1mu0I/AAAAAAAAAaY/xHc8Ck0ZEnU/s320/Beyonce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;B's Cheer picture from last year. This year's picture is in...but she looks like a teenager and I'm not ready for that yet. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She LOVES to cheer. Loves it. So I deal with the stress and the drama and the tears each year for her. She works so hard at it too. Even when I'm not there telling her "one more time and use facials!" I hear her in the shower counting away...and playing the competition music in the car on repeat so she can visualize the routine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I also see her frustration when her stunts don't stick or they have to start over because someone wasn't counting or wasn't paying attention. She is quite competitive that little B of mine. She pushes herself and others on her squad to do their best. Don't get me wrong...she is also pretty quick to mess around and roll her eyes at me. I mean I'm just an old coach lady...what do I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But when it comes down to it...I couldn't be more proud of my baby girl. I love watching her perform. I love seeing the smile on her face when she is on the floor. I also love to see the smile on her face when they win big. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So pray for us if you can. Pray that all our hard work pays off. Pray that every single stunt hits and my girls get that first place trophy!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'll tweet all about it on Sunday. :S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;oh and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;W&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/6636792597744457033-5196623848793160072?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/5196623848793160072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/10/go-fight-win.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/5196623848793160072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/5196623848793160072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/10/go-fight-win.html' title='Go, Fight, Win'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SusnFy1mu0I/AAAAAAAAAaY/xHc8Ck0ZEnU/s72-c/Beyonce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-1074680543798718861</id><published>2009-10-26T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:14:02.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catching Fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Team Peeta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunger Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Team Gale'/><title type='text'>Team Peeta or Team Gale (spoilerish)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just finished ready Hunger Games and Catching Fire this weekend. I swore I was gonna pace myself...but once I started I couldn't stop!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I.is.ruinned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396959709387032674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SuXaQukcCGI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/QmlZVz4G3Pc/s320/hunger+games.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Excuse me Suzanne Collins and Scholastic Publishers...send us the Third book now or there will be an uprising in all flippin' 13 districts....yeah I said it 13!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Until we get that book they are overnighting to us let's discuss....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Team Peeta or Team Gale?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;No contest right?  Wrong!  We need to look at this from all angles.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They both love her...they've both loved her for a long time.  Neither one did anything about that...why?  Did Peeta think she was spoken for?  Did Gale think she already knew?  I think they are both lame-o for not saying anything until it was too late.  Let this be a lesson to us all.  If there is something you want...go for it! Before they put you in an arena and make you fight until death.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;mmmkay moving on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;One of the things I love about my relationship is that I always feel safe when I'm with My Rock.  I know that, if he had to, he could protect me from Lions and Tigers and Bears (oh my).  Now if I was Katpiss &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yeah I said it..but for the record Heather said it first) &lt;/span&gt;would I feel safe with Peeta or with Gale?  um duh...Gale.  right?  He hunts and kills things and ...Or maybe Peeta because he's proven time and time again that it's all about her and keeping her alive and happy.  But then again...do you prefer a lover or a fighter?  Or both?  Hello Finnick! oops...let's not go there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Gale works in the mines...she never sees him....he could get hurt like her Dad...leaving her poor heart to suffer.  Peeta is in the Victor's Village with her.  He makes her cheesy bread.  He makes her bad dreams go away by holding her while she sleeps.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Gale and her are like one.  They hunt together...take care of their families.  They've suffered through a lot together...they know each other so well.  Peeta's never had to struggle like them.  He can't understand.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I just feel so bad for both of them and her too I guess.  To have two guys be in love with her.  But she irritates me like Bella did.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So back to the question....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Team Peeta or Team Gale?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You tell me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-1074680543798718861?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/1074680543798718861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/10/team-peeta-or-team-gale-spoilerish.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/1074680543798718861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/1074680543798718861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/10/team-peeta-or-team-gale-spoilerish.html' title='Team Peeta or Team Gale (spoilerish)'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SuXaQukcCGI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/QmlZVz4G3Pc/s72-c/hunger+games.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-8426950928688092958</id><published>2009-10-16T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T15:22:37.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday funnies'/><title type='text'>Friday Funnies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; Time to get back to laughter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/StjwWQhroMI/AAAAAAAAAaA/HbYaJWTlxf4/s1600-h/DILBERT.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393326503745635570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Stjx4U11RPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/cHi4U2Dw-bE/s320/DILBERT.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Alice at her best. Cracks me up e'ry time.  What is funnier is that I AM HR! haha!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a good weekend everyone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&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/6636792597744457033-8426950928688092958?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/8426950928688092958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/10/friday-funnies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/8426950928688092958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/8426950928688092958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/10/friday-funnies.html' title='Friday Funnies....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Stjx4U11RPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/cHi4U2Dw-bE/s72-c/DILBERT.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-742080957673317384</id><published>2009-10-07T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T14:04:59.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><title type='text'>For some moments in life, there are no words....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been gone. First cause I was lazy. Then because I can't think happy thoughts. I want this blog to be full of my lifes shenanigans (hence the clever name). However, our family suffered a tragedy. We lost someone we love very unexpectedly. My heart hurts..for her, for her parents, for her siblings, for all her family and friends.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mariee Mena 8/22/83 - 10/6/09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389954239157480514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Ssz20sSXrEI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/wfo_d0dltts/s320/Mariee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Angel, Mariee, and Richard at the Luxor buffet in Las Vegas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I took this picture a couple of years ago on a trip to watch Mariee (middle) play in a tournament in Las Vegas (we missed her game that day...and she laughed at us)  We loved watching her play softball.  She kicked ass.  Seriously.  She was an amazing person and I am blessed to have known her.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Here's an &lt;a href="http://www.newsok.com/former-ou-softball-player-mariee-mena-dies-after-accident/article/3406845#"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; about Mariee.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mariee you will live forever in our hearts.  We will miss you so very much.  Until we meet again.....We love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-742080957673317384?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/742080957673317384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-some-moments-in-life-there-are-no.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/742080957673317384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/742080957673317384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-some-moments-in-life-there-are-no.html' title='For some moments in life, there are no words....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Ssz20sSXrEI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/wfo_d0dltts/s72-c/Mariee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-1219049865483606861</id><published>2009-09-24T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T18:10:36.664-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='add the caption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random shenanigans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday funnies'/><title type='text'>Friday Funnies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SxceFCgMlJI/AAAAAAAAAdg/w68PL6P1dPw/s1600-h/New+Picture+(9).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SxceFCgMlJI/AAAAAAAAAdg/w68PL6P1dPw/s320/New+Picture+(9).png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What's that? It's Thursday you say? Well today is MY Friday at work and it's my blog so therefore...IT'S FRIDAY FUNNIES time!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm off to go compete in today's office Olympics Challenge so I don't have time to be hilarious as usual. So I turn it over to you dear funny blog friends. We're gonna play...add the caption. Have fun!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385110283417780610" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SrvBRW9rgYI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TIiM1GSYqPI/s320/cop.bmp" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 219px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 346px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*edited to protect the innocent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/6636792597744457033-1219049865483606861?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/1219049865483606861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-funnies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/1219049865483606861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/1219049865483606861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-funnies.html' title='Friday Funnies....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SxceFCgMlJI/AAAAAAAAAdg/w68PL6P1dPw/s72-c/New+Picture+(9).png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-5042723479969399847</id><published>2009-09-23T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:19:23.565-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hump Day Happies'/><title type='text'>Hump Day Happies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have this weird pattern of actually being happy every other week. I no likey.  My doggie is still sick, so he's still keeping us up at night.  I just want him to get better.  Somewhere along the way I feel in love with the toe licking monster.  AKA Sir Humps A Lot. :D  Even though his Doggie E.R. visit cost us some mad chedda yo!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Other than that.  I.is.Happy.  Are you happy?  You should be...it's Hump Day!  Look over yonder....that's the weekend! You can already see it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;For today's happy's I've compiled another list of things that made me happy today.  (I really like lists) Here's a short one (twss):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1. Random text messages from My Rock to tell me he loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2. It's now Fall and I LURVES me the Fall time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3. Held it down in Office Olympics today. Well at least one event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4. I have Friday off!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5.  I have some cool as heck blog friends.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Since you're all so cool.  Who wants to play a game?  A song lyric game?  We'll start Monday.  Who is in???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY HUMP DAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/6636792597744457033-5042723479969399847?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/5042723479969399847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/09/hump-day-happies_23.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/5042723479969399847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/5042723479969399847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/09/hump-day-happies_23.html' title='Hump Day Happies....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-4125999634601168182</id><published>2009-09-22T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:17:38.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accountability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To do list'/><title type='text'>My To-Do List...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So....I got this idea from &lt;a href="http://http//ambersinnermind.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amber&lt;/a&gt; months ago and I've had it on my to-do list since then. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(oh the irony)&lt;/span&gt; The only way to hold myself accountable is to put it out here for the world to see. I'll let you know how it works. I'm giving myself 2-weeks to get'r done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384414922513109586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SrlI2Bu00lI/AAAAAAAAAZk/szRwu182uTw/s320/to+do.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Buy Dresser for Bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Paint kids bunk beds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Buy My Little Rock a new mattress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Pick favortie anniversary pictures to put in frames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5. Send the anniversary pictures to Costco for printing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Add word art over bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Pick a brand new recipe and make it for the familia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. Buy new Halloween decor and decorate Casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. Work out 3 times a week (cheer practice doesn't count unless I do laps)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;10. Plan my Mom's birthday celebration &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/6636792597744457033-4125999634601168182?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/4125999634601168182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-to-do-list.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/4125999634601168182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/4125999634601168182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-to-do-list.html' title='My To-Do List...'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SrlI2Bu00lI/AAAAAAAAAZk/szRwu182uTw/s72-c/to+do.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-5832201705340438707</id><published>2009-09-18T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:17:42.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fridays are awesome too'/><title type='text'>It's not all about hump day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You would think Wednesdays are my favorite since that is when I seem to be in the habit of posting.  Well it's not.  Fridays are.  Fridays rock non stop!  Wanna know why?  Well I'll tell ya! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. It's casual day at work.  I get to wear my jeans.  I love jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Every other Friday I am off of work.  I work a 9/80 schedule and I loves it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. It's softball night.  I play on that co-ed team I told you about a while back...'member? You 'member! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. I don't have cheer practice.  It's my day away from those little....darlings. &lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5.  I get to hang out with the Bestie...we usually chillax after the games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;6. If it's a Friday I don't have work then I get to go to breakfast with my Mama, sister, and bestie.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;7. I get to pick my kids up from school.  I love that they are so happy to see me when they walk out of their classrooms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;8. I could go on and on....but it's Friday so I'm off to Enjoy it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Have a great weekend!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;P.S. I bought my ticket to the Midnight showing of New Moon.  Yesh, yesh I did.  63 days.  Don't hate.  &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/6636792597744457033-5832201705340438707?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/5832201705340438707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-not-all-about-hump-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/5832201705340438707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/5832201705340438707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-not-all-about-hump-day.html' title='It&apos;s not all about hump day...'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-4728825295629208823</id><published>2009-09-16T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:15:38.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chargers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hump Day Happies'/><title type='text'>Hump Day Happies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am happy because the Bolts did it again on MNF! 12 wins in a row against the Raiders!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382192058471787314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SrFjKT4jqzI/AAAAAAAAAZc/RhiMcAkH7pw/s320/chargers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We watched the game in our friends backyard on a big projection screen. It was a great time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382188155592891906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SrFfnIht3gI/AAAAAAAAAZE/LNztQERiXL8/s320/projection.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not a great picture...but you get the idea! It was a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was checking out the Chargers website and look who is on there:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382184834115931266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SrFclzD5jII/AAAAAAAAAY8/V6oiDL7BfaA/s320/at+charger+game.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No biggie...just me and My Rock reppin' SD. Just sayin'. Now I wish I would have done my hair! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Did I mention that we are hilarious when we are together?? Well we are....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382190786075265442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SrFiAP1liaI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ZiHH6NndRGA/s320/kissing+circled.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We totally made-out in their picture! We make backgrounds more interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY HUMP DAY!!!!&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/6636792597744457033-4728825295629208823?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/4728825295629208823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/09/hump-day-happies_16.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/4728825295629208823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/4728825295629208823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/09/hump-day-happies_16.html' title='Hump Day Happies....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SrFjKT4jqzI/AAAAAAAAAZc/RhiMcAkH7pw/s72-c/chargers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-987081131442072200</id><published>2009-09-09T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:14:09.378-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hump Day Happies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Hump Day Happy - [Fall TV]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know what I'm happy about today? Fall TV is almost back!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh dear sweet DVR of mine...get ready to earn yo keep sucka! You's gonna have a busy few months. You won't be sitting there with nothing but Days of Our Lives &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(shhh don't judge-I mean Nicole has Sami's baby and is rasing it as her own and EJ thinks...forget it!)&lt;/span&gt; and Family Guy reruns. You get to record REAL TV!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is a run-down of the shows I am addcited to. I should be embarrassed...but I'm not! I am a TV junkie...good show...bad show...who cares it's TV!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/strong&gt; (9/24)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379528222003590738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sqfsanu2dlI/AAAAAAAAAXc/LlQ8C66tbC0/s320/greys-anatomy-season-4-dvd_168x235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The cliff hanger was great...I was sitting there screaming "It's O'Malley!! Hello!! O'Malley!!" So we know he's not gonna make it...I mean it's a given he has been trying to get off this show for a while now. The question is...will Izzy go with him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379557525371170818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SqgHETSHMAI/AAAAAAAAAYU/WA6jSgeq2CM/s320/007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sorry I can't understand you mangled man...I'm getting married today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;The Office&lt;/strong&gt; (9/17)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379528234765677026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SqfsbXRkceI/AAAAAAAAAXs/HljrZgvXZD8/s320/the-office-poster_204x306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A Baby! She's gonna have a baby!! Will these be another reason for Dwight to grease up a watermelon and practice delivering a baby with Michael? I sure as heck hope so!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379558929926026402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SqgIWDqFdKI/AAAAAAAAAYc/g57-jOIJztc/s320/office-lovers.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How cute is their kid gonna be...I mean seriously!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/strong&gt; (9/27)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379528215589621602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SqfsaP1pD2I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Uet9BuXSV2Y/s320/desperate-housewives-poster_204x272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay Yes the show is kinda whack these days...but I still like to see the random Susan Shenanigans. I love her and Mike together...we were robbed of that I &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Mike is getting married again...but to who? Crazy #1 or Crazy#2?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379529093589010834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SqftNWpAiZI/AAAAAAAAAX8/c1F9N5CDV7w/s320/mike-gets-married.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Excuse me veil...you are making it impossible to see the hair color of the bride and um...I need to know now!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Private Practice&lt;/strong&gt; (10/1)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379528232005009778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SqfsbM_YAXI/AAAAAAAAAXk/xu9suwNoi_U/s320/private-practice-logo_168x235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love Addison...but she kinda sucks on this show I mean fur realz...didn't she learn anything from the last time she got caught having an affair? I am disappointed! Seriously. But HELLO! Pyscho baby stealer alert!! Who didn't see that one coming? oh yeah...ME!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379529099506891474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SqftNsr8OtI/AAAAAAAAAYE/QqFG5k4bGyw/s320/messed-up-private-practice-finale-scene.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I couldn't get this scene/image out of my head...so here you go get it stuck in yours. that B!#tch is CRA-ZEEE!! She is Fur realz with her "I will cut you!" Someone save Violet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;90210&lt;/strong&gt; (9/8)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379528209788676674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SqfsZ6OlqkI/AAAAAAAAAXM/GASXd7QU6WY/s320/90210-poster_168x235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this show is sooo lame and trashy and I'm hooked! It started because I LOVED me some OG 90210..this one is way more dirty! These kids are doing things they shouldn't even know about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379563309928238866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SqgMVAb_TxI/AAAAAAAAAYk/CDw9zjRoZQQ/s320/knocked-up-adrianna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adrianna has been a child actress, drug addict, traded sex for drugs, rehab, pregnancy, baby adoption and she is only like a sophmore! What.the.freak! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;The Hills&lt;/strong&gt; (9/29)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379529091546146258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SqftNPB85dI/AAAAAAAAAX0/jVVV2TgdCFw/s320/the-hills-ladies_168x235.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I Love LC...and she is gone. Will I still love the Hills? Who knows. But I wanna see what Kristen brings to the table. This maybe my last season. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and theirs too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. I'm SOOO over Heidi and Spencer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;LOST &lt;/strong&gt;(freakin' 2010!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379529100644771586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SqftNw7O5wI/AAAAAAAAAYM/_Q2aMmAZ6TI/s320/lost_168x235.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I LOVE/HATE this show!! It makes me wait super long time to get a new epi!! There's Locke and the "Un-Locke" and the 3 toed statue and the smoke monster...what is going on?? Not to mention the hottie Richard Alpert. Guyliner or Manscara? I don't care you is hot!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379574789704450498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SqgWxN77AcI/AAAAAAAAAY0/nOwRbH9sRu0/s320/Richard_Alpert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But NOT as hot as this guy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379574785935008002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SqgWw_5N4QI/AAAAAAAAAYs/QFjMbDGk_HE/s320/sawyer.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey there grouchy...I can make you happy...fur serious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY HUMP DAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&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/6636792597744457033-987081131442072200?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/987081131442072200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/09/hump-day-happy-fall-tv.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/987081131442072200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/987081131442072200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/09/hump-day-happy-fall-tv.html' title='Hump Day Happy - [Fall TV]'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sqfsanu2dlI/AAAAAAAAAXc/LlQ8C66tbC0/s72-c/greys-anatomy-season-4-dvd_168x235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-8804221490528384887</id><published>2009-09-03T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:47:41.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I grow up I wanna be famous…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Antique Olive;font-size:12;"&gt;Actually, I have no idea what I want to be. Isn't that sad? I am 3 months and some change away from my 30&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday and I have no idea what I want to do career wise. As I've said many a time before I always knew I wanted to be a wife and mother….other than that I'm at a loss. The "career" I've been in for the past 9 years is one I used to be passionate about. Maybe it's the place I work now that makes me not want to do it anymore…or maybe I'm just over it. Other than the fact that I &lt;strong&gt;NEED&lt;/strong&gt; my paycheck I have &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; motivation to do my job. None. None at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Antique Olive;"&gt;So, give me some ideas…what do you think I would be good at? Remember, it needs to make a decent amount of money so I can help provide for my family…cause let's face it a girls' gotta eat…and so does her husband, and her kids and her dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Antique Olive;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Antique Olive;font-size:12;"&gt;Let's compile a list shall we? We shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Antique Olive;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher&lt;/strong&gt; – let's be honest kids are punks sometimes. Am I strong enough not to smack them? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Antique Olive;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Antique Olive;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marriage/family counselor&lt;/strong&gt; – How long will this take? Can I afford to go to school forever and a day? Will I cry like I do with my friends when they come to me for advice? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Antique Olive;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Antique Olive;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nurse&lt;/strong&gt; – Will I have to clean poop? Prolly. And again…how long will this take? There is a like a 2-4 year wait for nursing programs at JC's maybe I'll just get on the list in case. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Antique Olive;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Antique Olive;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aesthetician&lt;/strong&gt; – Most of the time the money making days are the weekends….I need my weekends for my family. Right now it's just fun to do it on the side…hhmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Antique Olive;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Antique Olive;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trophy Wife :D&lt;/strong&gt; – really my most favorite so far. If I could spend my entire day jus' working to look good for my man I would be "BANGIN'" heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Antique Olive;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Antique Olive;font-size:12;"&gt;Please add more! Cause none of these are jumping out at me. Or…do you think it's just the place I work and I need to stick to what I've been doing but find a new place to work? Help me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-8804221490528384887?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/8804221490528384887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-i-grow-up-i-wanna-be-famous.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/8804221490528384887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/8804221490528384887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-i-grow-up-i-wanna-be-famous.html' title='When I grow up I wanna be famous…'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-5331218393191213242</id><published>2009-09-02T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T14:31:56.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hump Day Happies'/><title type='text'>Hump Day Happies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Member those little leaguers I told you about the other day? You 'member. Well they did it!! they won the Little League World Series! I love how excited this has gotten our whole community. I love that we feel so close because of these 12 amazin' boys. Last night at cheer practice my girls were swooning over Bulla who paid a visit to his football team. I was like "girls...it's the same Bulla ya'll knew two months ago." But really he's not. And even I got a little star struck for a minute. haha! Anyways there was a BIG welcome home rally on Monday night. The bus came in at almost 10pm...on a school night...yes we were there. Oh and so was Frankie J and George Lopez...Jus' sayin'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376984179089823874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sp7in1WLWII/AAAAAAAAAW8/SrUnTBr7Mnk/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is a picture of the crowd when George Lopez arrived to give each boy and the 2 coaches a 32 gig i-touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; He is da man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boy will be hitting the batting cages daily...shoot I'm tryin' to get celebrity status too! :D  It was standing room only on the home side of the stadium. If you look across the field even the visitor side bleachers were pretty full.  This Friday is the offical parade followed by another rally at the college.  Which just happens to be in my back yard...literally.  The high school bestie is coming in from Phoenix even...this is a big deal.  I can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That's it for today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY HUMP DAY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-5331218393191213242?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/5331218393191213242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/09/hump-day-happies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/5331218393191213242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/5331218393191213242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/09/hump-day-happies.html' title='Hump Day Happies....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sp7in1WLWII/AAAAAAAAAW8/SrUnTBr7Mnk/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-9212757570887696276</id><published>2009-08-26T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:52:02.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hump Day Happies'/><title type='text'>Hump Day Happies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm struggling with this one today because I'm in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BAD mood!! I feel like going home sick and hiding in my bed under the covers. But instead I'm here, staying strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have this secret weapon I use to keep me motivated. It's rather personal...but since we're friends and all...I will share. It makes me happy and sad at the same time. Does that make sense? It reminds me that my everyday actions and attitudes affect those around me. If I give up...I make ok for those who look up to me to think that giving up is an option. It's not. So instead I keep on keepin' on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Here is my secret weapon...it's an e-mail from one of my "weekend kids". She wrote it in class one day in a "quick write" and then sent it to me. So I've kept it and I read it on days like this when I need that extra push.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Journal #8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The most influential person in my life would probably be my cousin Alice. I have always grown up looking up to my cousin and wanting to be just like her. She is very pretty and super smart. I do not know anyone who articulates themselves better than her. To me she is the picture of motherhood. When my mom died she took up the challenge of helping to raise me. She was the one to teach me about being a woman and was always there to listen to my boy problems. My cousin is so funny and everyone likes her. Her life is not perfect but I respect how she overcomes everything with poise and grace. My cousin competed in a beauty pageant and because of that I got involved in pageants. In high school I was so happy that I was a senior standout and that I made top 10 for homecoming court just like her. I can not wait to have a husband like hers and have beautiful kids just like hers. I love my cousin and I hope that one day I will have everything she does. Since I admired her all of my life, it drives me to be an admirable person for her daughter to look up to. My cousin has taught me the value of hard work and how love can change your life. She is my biggest fan and is always proud of everything I do. She is dependable and I love that no matter what happens I can always go to her house to escape. My cousin is one of the greatest people I know and she will always be the most influential person in my life and I hope one day I will be the most influential person in her daughter’s life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I loves her so. Seriously...you can't even imagine. She is an inspiration...always has been. I'm not going to write anything else about it cause I'll get all teary eyed and this is supposed to be Hump Day Happies for goodness sakes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What makes you happy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What motivates you when you need that extra push? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY HUMP DAY!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/6636792597744457033-9212757570887696276?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/9212757570887696276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/08/hump-day-happies_26.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/9212757570887696276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/9212757570887696276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/08/hump-day-happies_26.html' title='Hump Day Happies....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-7647778549657983282</id><published>2009-08-24T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:07:31.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trueisms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Trueisms....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got this e-mail last week and have been laughing about random parts of it since.  So I figured I'd share the laughter and I bolded the ones I laughed hardest at....I'm such a good friend. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't understand the purpose of the line, "I don't need to drink to have fun." Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they've invented the lighter?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&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;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is a great need for sarcasm font.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&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'slaughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a littlebit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still theonly one who really, really gets it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand thantake 2 trips to bring my groceries in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clearyour computer history if you die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&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;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was learning cursive really necessary? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lol has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantrontest is absolutely petrifying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&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;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever someone says "I'm not book smart, but I'm street smart", allI hear is "I'm not real smart, but I'm imaginary smart".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&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;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a d~ck from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road andinstinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty,and you can wear them forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bad decisions make good stories.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&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;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it just me or do high school girls get sluttier &amp;amp; sluttier every year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to goaround 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;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&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;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't want to have to restart my collection.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you aregoing to die after leaning your chair back a little too far&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&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;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watchingTV. 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;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&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;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&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 andgoes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phoneand run away?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&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 lightinternet stalking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&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;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&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;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think that if, years down the road when I’m trying to have a kid, Ifind out that I’m sterile, most of my disappointment will stem fromthe fact that I was not aware of my condition in college.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn't know what do to with it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their carkeys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I’d bet my ass everyone can find and push the Snoozebutton from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day "Dad what wouldhappen if you ran over a ninja?" How the hell do I respond to that?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&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;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think the freezer deserves a light as well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&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;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&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 bymyself. There’s nothing like being made to feel like a fat bastard  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY MONDAY!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&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/6636792597744457033-7647778549657983282?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/7647778549657983282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/08/trueisms.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/7647778549657983282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/7647778549657983282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/08/trueisms.html' title='Trueisms....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-5723043411523902131</id><published>2009-08-19T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:30:15.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mexican Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hump Day Happies'/><title type='text'>Hump Day Happies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just thought of that title right now and I'm still laughing. I just love the thought of it. 'Cept that I have the WORST headache right now and we got notice at work that "social networking" sites are now being monitored...blogger included! LAME!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyways...there is something that makes me happy today....our local little league team is going to the Little League World Series! It's so exciting to see kids I know on TV doing their thang and making our community proud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You know what else I love?? That these kids are keepin' it real...under their names during their at bats on Sunday it listed favorite foods. There wasn't Pizza or Spaghetti as you would expect, like I said they.is.keepin'.it.real! They listed Carne Asada, Chorizo burritos and spam and rice to name a few. One kid on the other team &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(who were great kids!)&lt;/span&gt; listed artichokes...seriously it made me giggle. It also made me giggle that there were probably people in Arkansas watching the same game on ESPN2 thinking "what the heck is a Chorizos?" hahaha! Really you don't want to know...it's just hecka delish! Trust me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So I asked my little Leaguer what he would like as his favorite food and he said "DUH! CARNE ASADA FRIES" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371813343169452178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SoyDxkdRmJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/OmxlRIv-G7I/s320/CA+fries.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;They look kinda gross right? But I'm telling you they are heaven! French Fries smothered in guacamole, sour cream, cheese and carne asada. It doesn't get any better than that!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OH WAIT...maybe it does....Carne Asada Chips!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371813974205631058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SoyEWTQBilI/AAAAAAAAAW0/tQZvnbTH_fE/s320/Carne+Asada+Chips.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Same as above 'cept it's all on top of tortilla chips instead of Fries. I like the crunch. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways way to go PVLL!! We are proud of you! Reppin' the West at the LLWS!! Win or Lose you boys have kept it real along the way! Great Job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That's all for Hump Day Happies today....until next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/6636792597744457033-5723043411523902131?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/5723043411523902131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/08/hump-day-happies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/5723043411523902131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/5723043411523902131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/08/hump-day-happies.html' title='Hump Day Happies....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SoyDxkdRmJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/OmxlRIv-G7I/s72-c/CA+fries.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-8120569176963921592</id><published>2009-08-12T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T15:18:44.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cell phone pics'/><title type='text'>Random smiles on my phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I take lots of pictures on my phone. Too many really. I have 631 pictures on my phone right now. No joke...631. So here are some random pictures from this past week of things that made me smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My medicine cabinet fell off the wall and tried to kill me. Why did that make me smile? Because I lived! You failed medicine cabinet! I.is.alive! To top it off My Rock brought out his drill to secure you back where you belong...he's sexy with that drill in hand. So thanks for not killing me and thanks for giving me a reason to watch my Rock work his drill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368861714377276386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SoIHSKWm--I/AAAAAAAAAWE/7wUtexINkDw/s320/medicine+cabinet.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I left this mess in the sink all day. I was late to work. Magic elves cleaned up while I was gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(ok it was my Mom...she comes over e'ry day and I usually find something cleaned or cooked)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I worked at my annual carnival at my church. We ran the bean bag toss and made $700 in two days for the church. Not too shabby! You know what else is great...all the Meshican food that surrounds us when we are there. Tamales, Pozole, Tacos, Enchiladas...you name it, it's there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368861740502162802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SoIHTrrRHXI/AAAAAAAAAWU/RBcXx1dRK2w/s320/New+Picture+(2).png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; is a picture of "Senora Madrigal's" Infamous enchiladas. Seriously there was a line around the side of the parking lot waiting for these. They were soooo worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I went to see No Doubt again...They rock so hard! Gwen is freakin' awesome and I am seriously girl crushing on her. I went with the bestie Lizzy this time and we had fun wandering the parking lot afterwards looking for our ride. If my phone had flash I would have soooo many more hilar pix to share. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SoIHZsvPW2I/AAAAAAAAAWc/C5URA7GvVxc/s1600-h/started.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368861843866475362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SoIHZsvPW2I/AAAAAAAAAWc/C5URA7GvVxc/s320/started.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was our view from the lawn where we enjoyed Panic at the Disco and the beginning of ND's set. It really wasn't bad. No one tried to start a mosh pit this time either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368861699194627986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SoIHRRyyJ5I/AAAAAAAAAV8/C7Kn3My-mpo/s320/ended.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is where we ended up. Almost made it to the front. Next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally rocked my new hat. In the car on the way home from work. I'm not sure why it was in my car...but it was a nice day so I opened the windows and sunroof and enjoyed the traffic jam. Threw the hat on to keep the hair outta my lipgloss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SoIHSwCsumI/AAAAAAAAAWM/CVl8XwzmiQY/s1600-h/New+hat.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368861724494314082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SoIHSwCsumI/AAAAAAAAAWM/CVl8XwzmiQY/s320/New+hat.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I LOVE hats. Love them and my new sunglasses too...but seriously I need more hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Breakfast sandwich maker extraodinaire Kevin...see his cool name tag? :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kevin works in our new cafe in our shining new building. I visit Kevin at least twice a week...I don't ALWAYS get something off the grill...but when I do he hooks it up. I also know who he is crushing on so it's fun to mess with him...no worries I can see him as he makes my food! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SoIHQlLtAWI/AAAAAAAAAV0/qc6laXym4C8/s1600-h/breakfast+sammie.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368861687219552610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SoIHQlLtAWI/AAAAAAAAAV0/qc6laXym4C8/s320/breakfast+sammie.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Look at this thing...it's a beaut! I can feel my arteries clogging just looking at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY HUMP DAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-8120569176963921592?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/8120569176963921592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-smiles-on-my-phone.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/8120569176963921592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/8120569176963921592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-smiles-on-my-phone.html' title='Random smiles on my phone'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SoIHSKWm--I/AAAAAAAAAWE/7wUtexINkDw/s72-c/medicine+cabinet.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-2097596975329100384</id><published>2009-08-10T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:03:51.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LMA&apos;s Shenanigans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work Life'/><title type='text'>somebody call 911, shawty fire burning on the dance floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay so there isn't a fire on the dance floor, just the parking lot of my work...but I can't stop singing that song when we talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When I was walking back from the cafe I noticed a comotion at the window...so I did what any good HR person does &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(not cause I'm nosey of course)&lt;/span&gt; I went to check it out.  And there was a FIRE!!  Not a big scary one...but big enough to make us nervous.  It's fire season and we're in fire land.  Big time.  Luckily some fast thinking peeps made it out there with extinguishers in time to knock it down off the hill a little until the heros came....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368439181817115202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SoCG_h5_ckI/AAAAAAAAAVk/b2tPb-GLkVI/s320/fire+truck.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I love fire trucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Like a dork I only grabbed my sandwich &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I just paid $6 for it geez)&lt;/span&gt; and my drink and headed outside with everyone else when the fire alarm rang....and forgot my phone on my desk.  Luckily for me (and U) Carla had her phone with her so I wrestled it from her to take a couple of pics.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368439176755569186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SoCG_PDOYiI/AAAAAAAAAVc/MiqlRvV8wSY/s320/fire+truck+%232.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We take fires serious in these parts...it's so dry right now they spread like....well like wild fires. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It was like a party in the parking lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368502041956925890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SoDAKeLNQcI/AAAAAAAAAVs/fpwzLUtcp_8/s320/Me+fire.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm happy because the fire is out and we are safe!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The fire was the most exciting thing that happened at work in a LONG time.  Anything exciting where you work?  Fires? Twisted love triangles? Do tell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/6636792597744457033-2097596975329100384?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/2097596975329100384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/08/somebody-call-911-shawty-fire-burning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/2097596975329100384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/2097596975329100384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/08/somebody-call-911-shawty-fire-burning.html' title='somebody call 911, shawty fire burning on the dance floor'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SoCG_h5_ckI/AAAAAAAAAVk/b2tPb-GLkVI/s72-c/fire+truck.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-6923131060236808008</id><published>2009-08-05T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T11:46:45.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My little Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys are gross'/><title type='text'>Smell my finger....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My life is nuts. We are back to school and back to football/cheer all in the same week. We have yet to establish a solid routine....or get back in our groove. So last night when I walked in the door at 8:30 I started to make dinner...yes at 8:30! As the chicken is stir frying itself &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yes it magically was doing it on it's own...I DID NOT have my 9 year old stirring it)&lt;/span&gt; I was reading homework and signing daily planners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Once we finally finished eating and finshed showers I plopped down on the couch with the Hubby. The midgets came for their "cuddle time" before bed and I'm reading Gina's history essay and correcting her "country grammer" when I hear "smell this"...I turn my little Rock has his finger in my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After much prodding by his sisters and I he admitted where his finger had been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Apparently the cup he has to wear to protect his boy parts for football makes things stinky.  We all cracked up about this for a good 10 minutes.  Mostly because I took a big whiff before I realized what I was smelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Why are boys so gross? Why don't they ever grow out of it? &lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366550857084151394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SnnRkkGRpmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/fbcDuKtaH9E/s320/Rocky++boy.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He looks innocent enough right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-6923131060236808008?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/6923131060236808008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/08/smell-my-finger.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/6923131060236808008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/6923131060236808008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/08/smell-my-finger.html' title='Smell my finger....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SnnRkkGRpmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/fbcDuKtaH9E/s72-c/Rocky++boy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-831359851788982398</id><published>2009-07-29T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T14:07:16.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Wonderful Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Member how I mentioned that I'm really busy? Weeeellllll...this week marks the official start of my 'crazyness'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cheer and football season! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; cheer comes first! ha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anywho...my posts may become fewer and far between...But I still gots nothing but love for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Here is some Alice randomness for you to enjoy!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was REALLY hot last week! I mean really hot look:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SnCva0fZ6XI/AAAAAAAAAUs/X7-151cOPOo/s1600-h/New+Picture+(3).png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363980031500085618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SnCva0fZ6XI/AAAAAAAAAUs/X7-151cOPOo/s320/New+Picture+(3).png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; did you see that? 100 degrees! ONE HUNDO! What.the.freak!  I know what your thinking...."that's nothing" but let me remind you that I live on the coast, in a beach city...not the flippin' mojave! 100 is not normal....not here...not with leather seats! OUCH....seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My Rock sent me these beautiful roses to work for our Anniversary!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363979640976723762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SnCvEFrYTzI/AAAAAAAAAUc/rZFC-53xtvw/s320/New+Picture+(2).png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Awe!! I loves him!! When I got home he was like "what are those?" and I said "Ummm hello you sent me roses to work" dorkface... He said those aren't the ones he ordered...I guess they were supposed to be bigger?? WTF? I love them anyways, they're perfecto!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got my season tickets in the mail!!! Holla!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363979290967531810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SnCuvtyr4SI/AAAAAAAAAUU/qe6uqAnZCek/s320/Charger+Tix.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love, love, love My Chargers!! I love going to the games. I love tailgating with my friends and family before the games. I love when they have give aways and me and My Rock compete to see who can get more "extras" from the people handing them out. I usually win. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First Day of school....smack in the middle of Summer!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363979279365380834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SnCuvCkhGuI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Di39KFIiz4g/s320/First+Day+of+School.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All the public schools in our town are on a new "modified schedule". So that means Monday was back to school day! My kids hate the idea of being in school already...I of course don't mind it cause it just means I don't have to hear how bored they are at home each day. Here are my little ones on Monday. I now have a 4th grader and 1st grader!! WOW!! My 10th grader was out the door so early on the first day I didn't even get a picture. :( She did it on purpose!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Contributing to the delinquency of a minor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SnCvaHdcNBI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yRImcDKz-BE/s1600-h/New+Picture+(4).png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363980019412251666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SnCvaHdcNBI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yRImcDKz-BE/s320/New+Picture+(4).png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Look at Mr. Cooper trying to get a taste of his Daddy's "root beer". I mean he is holding that thing with BOTH hands! haha! Is he not the cutest 4 month old you know? When I see him in all his cuteness it really makes me want to have another baby. :o( It's not gonna happen...I know this and I'm glad to be done. But I'm a girl and the baby smell is toxic!! I need to be around Coop when is has poop! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's it for now! I'm working on a list of Projects I am hoping to get done this year...an idea I stole from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ambersinnermind.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-i-must-do-revisited.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; so that I can be held accountable for my slackerness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(my new word for the day).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finishing that list is item #1! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Until next time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAPPY HUMP DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-831359851788982398?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/831359851788982398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/07/wonderful-randomness.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/831359851788982398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/831359851788982398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/07/wonderful-randomness.html' title='Wonderful Randomness'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SnCva0fZ6XI/AAAAAAAAAUs/X7-151cOPOo/s72-c/New+Picture+(3).png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-6286999130492318174</id><published>2009-07-24T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T05:00:00.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weeklong blog fest of love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Weeklong Blog Fest of Love {A love letter}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My Love, My Life, My husband….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We have hit a big milestone in our lives…10 years of wedded bliss! Through all these years and all the changes in our life there has been one constant….you and our babies are the most important thing in my life. Each day I wake up and thank God that I have another blessed day with you. Sure there have been rough patches along the way, but the one thing that gets me through those rough times is your love. I can’t even begin to describe to you how intense this love I have for you is and as time moves on my love for you only grows. The love I felt for you as a girl of 19 when I walked down the aisle to meet you is nothing compared to the I have for you today. I had no idea then that the crazy love I felt for the boy waiting for me at the altar that day would fail in comparison to the love I have for the man you are today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361426031628005090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 204px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Smeckdi4LuI/AAAAAAAAASE/AOVIqY68jyk/s320/bnw+my+heart.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We’ve changed in so many ways since we were young and first fell in love. There are times that I don’t even love the person I have become so I am so grateful that you love me like you do. I love that I can be myself with you. I love your kisses and your hugs…I can’t get enough of them. When we are apart I ache for the moment that I can be in your arms again. I can’t let an opportunity to hold you or touch you pass me by because I don’t know how many tomorrows we have left. In all honesty, even if you told me we have an eternity of tomorrows to look forward to it wouldn’t be enough.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361427109390223330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SmedjMhah-I/AAAAAAAAASk/TcpFwIWqb9s/s320/bnwsitnkiss.bmp" border="0" /&gt; Your love gives me hope that the best is still ahead. I have so many hopes and dreams for our future and for our kids. When I imagine my future, you are always in it. There is nothing in this world that I want more than having you to share my life with. I want our kids to grow up and look back on their lives as children and be fulfilled with all we gave them. I want them to know how much their parents love not only them, but each other as well. So that they can grow up and have strong, healthy, loving relationships of their own. I want to be an old wrinkly lady telling stories to our grandkids about how our love stood the test of time. And it will. Our love will live on for eternity through our children, our grandchildren and the generations to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361426036276033570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 212px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Smecku3DeCI/AAAAAAAAASM/WCUF-yq3UTk/s320/bnw+makeupshot.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thank you my love. Thank you for being the wonderful husband you are. Thank you for loving me despite all my faults. Thank you for choosing me to spend your life with. Thank you for giving me the family I've always dreamed of. Thank you for the past 10 years, they have been the best...I can't wait to see what's next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361426045611738962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 226px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SmeclRo3B1I/AAAAAAAAASc/pQyupBgv3_8/s320/sunset+embrace+cropped.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will love you until the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your loving wife,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361429061446973010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SmefU0gAtlI/AAAAAAAAASs/NQXxpA8EjWI/s320/flowerinhair+color+correction.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here are a couple more shots from our anniversary photo session. Thanks to everyone who stopped by this week! Thank you Blancita (Sinsemilla Photography) for taking our photos in record setting time...can't wait for the family shoot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope you all enjoyed the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Weeklong Blog Fest of Love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this man...duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361433430920763010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SmejTKDvloI/AAAAAAAAATU/aOaPd3TuOso/s320/bnwkiss.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We kiss a lot....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361430392854328146" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 212px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SmegiUYQs1I/AAAAAAAAATM/vcxOxPimI7Y/s320/makeup+shot.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That is one gianormous flower!! We picked it right there by the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361430388648734258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SmegiEtkbjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/FTi8YJgbxyU/s320/flower+face.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We crack each other up! &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361430393462350706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SmegiWpOY3I/AAAAAAAAATE/Q5TNmww3Jp0/s320/sitnlaugh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;See what I mean? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361430386819855570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 190px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Smegh95h9NI/AAAAAAAAAS0/rZRDwcb2xug/s320/crackin+up.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's to the next 50 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-6286999130492318174?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/6286999130492318174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/07/weeklong-blog-fest-of-love-love-letter.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/6286999130492318174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/6286999130492318174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/07/weeklong-blog-fest-of-love-love-letter.html' title='Weeklong Blog Fest of Love {A love letter}'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Smeckdi4LuI/AAAAAAAAASE/AOVIqY68jyk/s72-c/bnw+my+heart.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-3862742293678711769</id><published>2009-07-23T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T12:35:28.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weeklong blog fest of love'/><title type='text'>Weeklong Blog fest of Love {Memory lane}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My blogger is not cooperating today...so this post will just be a short trip down memory lane. Here are jsut a few of our best moments so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;short and random...just like me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wedding day with my Grandparents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355583340501883058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SlLarE-dWLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/UT4IkTkrSYs/s320/grandparents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a big deal because my Grandma passed just 3 short months later after a long battle with cancer. She was sooooo happy and insisted on standing next to my Rock. She loved him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cake time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355583334906441330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SlLaqwIZrnI/AAAAAAAAAOs/GBv5pDIUZTk/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't let the smile fool you...I was mad. We spent hours on that make-up. My brother dared Rocky so I can't blame him. We don't back down from dares!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The arrival of our first born-Baby B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361521392260013282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SmfzTLlQ3OI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLBok_t2xdo/s320/B.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here we are waiting for our c-section. Apparently he thought he was a doctor and was checking my "progress". Hello!?! There is a human trying to make it's way out of my body!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leaving the hospital with #2 (My little Rock)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361520932258933458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Smfy4Z8datI/AAAAAAAAATc/XOmukaikRSo/s320/rocky+boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He was soooo happy to have his boy! I was wondering how we made a little white baby. two halves due in fact make a whole!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;CHARGERS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Smf09Nc9EHI/AAAAAAAAATs/QVL4w9RgsNE/s1600-h/HE%27S+SO+LUCKY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361523213828165746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Smf09Nc9EHI/AAAAAAAAATs/QVL4w9RgsNE/s320/HE%27S+SO+LUCKY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just like my shirt in this picture. This is from our first season being ticket holders. We are BIG Charger fans. We love out tailgates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DISNEYLAND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361523222772413490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Smf09uxbdDI/AAAAAAAAAT8/y-dXmqOD_0g/s320/My+Loves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We used to go each year for B's birthday...haven't been for the last 2 years. Time to start the tradition back up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our last trip to Disneyland for B's birthday in '05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361523218337054242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Smf09eP9PiI/AAAAAAAAAT0/acx_CLSiAYw/s320/Segobias05.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;is picture cracks me up cause you'd think it was the artic and not SoCal! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gina's Graduation from 8th grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361738525640536354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Smi4yAdUsSI/AAAAAAAAAUE/P3DlO6JzD7c/s320/New+Picture+(1).png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is our most updated family picture even though it's from a year ago. We're taking more soon...I promise! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That's it for today...sorry I couldn't post more!! Tomorrow concludes the Weeklong Blog Fest of Love! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. There aren't any pictures of me having Gina cause I wasn't there. *GASP!!* I'm not her "BM" just her Mommy! She asked me to be her Mommy when she was 3 and My Rock and I were just dating. I'm glad we all decided that would be a good idea cause I totally loves her! :o) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-3862742293678711769?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/3862742293678711769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/07/weeklong-blog-fest-of-love-memory-lane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/3862742293678711769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/3862742293678711769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/07/weeklong-blog-fest-of-love-memory-lane.html' title='Weeklong Blog fest of Love {Memory lane}'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SlLarE-dWLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/UT4IkTkrSYs/s72-c/grandparents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-8798696958755350708</id><published>2009-07-22T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T06:00:01.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weeklong blog fest of love'/><title type='text'>Weeklong blog fest of Love {How do I love thee}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are countless reasons why I am so in love with My Rock. I couldn't list them all if I tried....but I'll give you some of the little things....those are the ones that count after all. :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's a Freakin' All-Star when it comes to any sport.&lt;/strong&gt; However, we regularly play softball...and boy does that man know how to play.  I love playing on the same field as him every Friday and I love the times I can just watch him from the stands.  I love hearing people say "dang whose that at short" or "don't hit it to that guy, he's got a vacuum for a glove".  Better recognize! haha!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sma4wsn54eI/AAAAAAAAARs/Mv3Js0cB4Os/s1600-h/Rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sma4wsn54eI/AAAAAAAAARs/Mv3Js0cB4Os/s320/Rock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361175553182917090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Look white men can jump..or at least half white ones can. crap...that wasn't very PC...my bad.  Anywho check the pic yo...told you he is an all-star. *Swoon*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He makes the best pancakes in the world!&lt;/strong&gt; Seriously...they are the bombdotcom. I don't know what he does to make them so good.  So good in fact that I don't even care that he can't cook anything else.  He'll even randomly make breakfast for dinner. One of the family favorites.&lt;br /&gt;(by the way grilling does not = cooking...right?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361082540989359042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SmZkKrM4I8I/AAAAAAAAARc/IlQ7no4lkOg/s320/Mothers+Day+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I seriously never get tired of seeing this picture. It's a blog classic!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He gives our family &amp;amp; friends free haircuts in our garage. &lt;/strong&gt;No he's not a "professional" persay but he does a damn good job! Plus he hooks it up gratis. It started because he cuts his own hair...and people would give him props then ask him to hook them up...sometimes they bring him special 'thank you' gifts. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cough *beer* cough :o)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361082536872045970" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 282px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SmZkKb3O7ZI/AAAAAAAAARU/xL2yOYg7IfE/s320/Ramon+hair+cut.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is my favorite cousin "aka weekend kid" getting his mop of hair cut off. Thank God!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. see how he always wears his wedding ring...I love that too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He opens doors for me...still!&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah even my car door to get in or out. If he is there and there's a door to be opened he does it. This drives the Heathers' nuts because I'm so used to having my door opened for me I tend to pause by doors no matter who I'm with and wait for them to open it. haha! I'm working on this I promise! He's also taught my little Rock to do the same for the girls in his life. :o)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361082526958939954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 251px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SmZkJ27w7zI/AAAAAAAAARM/dVUYKwNOfzc/s320/open+my+door.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He was opening the door for me when I got home from work and was wondering why I was taking a picture...now you know honey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He reads my blog-&lt;/strong&gt; All by himself...I didn't have to ask him to...or give him "special hugs" or anything. He just decided he wanted to be awesome and read it.  Or he could be wondering why he was getting egg jokes texted to him by  random friends. He's not signed up as a follower....yet. Baby steps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361092079423245282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 245px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SmZs14ouy-I/AAAAAAAAARk/fGheJOUpq1Q/s320/blog.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is how I found out he reads it.  He mentioned our "hook-up" story. Guess my gangsta look still draws him in!  hahaha!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He picked me!!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Out of all the girls in the world he chose to spend his life with ME!!  He picked me to wake up to every morning, he picked me to have his babies with, he picked me to love!  Gosh he's a good picker!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sma8Ry3hA5I/AAAAAAAAAR8/igZzDt_HOGw/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sma8Ry3hA5I/AAAAAAAAAR8/igZzDt_HOGw/s320/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361179420329575314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I told you you'd get a wedding picture! And yes my eyes are closed. It's how I roll. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-8798696958755350708?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/8798696958755350708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/07/weeklong-blog-fest-of-love-how-do-i.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/8798696958755350708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/8798696958755350708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/07/weeklong-blog-fest-of-love-how-do-i.html' title='Weeklong blog fest of Love {How do I love thee}'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sma4wsn54eI/AAAAAAAAARs/Mv3Js0cB4Os/s72-c/Rock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-2732991962506281016</id><published>2009-07-21T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:24:47.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weeklong blog fest of love'/><title type='text'>Weeklong blog fest of LOVE (the BF/GF anniversary)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12 Years ago today My Rock and I decided to make it official and become a couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We don't do anything special on our Boyfriend/Girlfriend anniversary...but we acknowledge the day that we decided we didn't want to date anyone else but each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since we are friends...I'm gonna be honest. I was way ready to be his "main squeeze" way before he was ready to commit to that. So what does a girl do when the guy she has her eye on isn't ready to make her his one and only? She dates other guys of course!! Since My Rock and I were "just friends" I was sure he didn't mind hearing about all my fun dates with other guys. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Yeah I play dirty!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So when I said yesterday that he "kinda" ask me to be his girlfriend...that's exactly right. There was NO romance for that occasion. I'm pretty sure it went like this: "So why don't we just get together then?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And the rest, as they say, is history! hahaha!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Here is a picture of us together when we first started dating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360952029599566930" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SmXtd6YxDFI/AAAAAAAAARE/w1GFBiJ50Bk/s320/dating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Please keep in mind this was 12 years ago!! (stop...I can hear you laughing from here!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is after we hit the one year mark.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360952020475919186" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 270px; height: 252px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SmXtdYZhO1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/n-kJUDx9QiU/s320/year.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yes another crappy picture...which makes me sad cause I want you to be able to see how far I'd come! WAY better hair and make-up! oh and we love each other here...see the hugging? :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Rock-I love you so!  Happy BF/GF Anniversary Love!&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/6636792597744457033-2732991962506281016?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/2732991962506281016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/07/weeklong-blog-fest-of-love-bfgf.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/2732991962506281016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/2732991962506281016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/07/weeklong-blog-fest-of-love-bfgf.html' title='Weeklong blog fest of LOVE (the BF/GF anniversary)'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SmXtd6YxDFI/AAAAAAAAARE/w1GFBiJ50Bk/s72-c/dating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-6063357506608598917</id><published>2009-07-20T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:06:04.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weeklong blog fest of love'/><title type='text'>Weeklong blog fest of LOVE (How it started)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In honor of our anniversary week I am hosting a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEEKLONG BLOG FEST OF LOVE!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So get ready for some cheesey semi-romantic ish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's not a fairy tale love story...it's our love story! :o) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was 16 and a sophmore in high school. My bestest friend in the whole widest world, Tina, was dating a guy (we'll call him "tony") from a "rival" high school. She was all twitterpated and I was bitter because my boyfriend was far, far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tina and I did just about everything together. So naturally all the pictures she gave to her boyfriend were of the two of us and our shenanigans (yes even back then). So one day Tina calls and tells me one of Tony's friends saw my picture and wanted to meet me. I had a boyfriend so I was not interested. It was this picture in case you are wondering.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360599163154703426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SmSsiYcXpEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/yXuyDGp5B-o/s320/Me+n+Tina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry it's blurry...I'll find a better one later. It's back when I was a "G"...I'm on the left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So then one day I'm hanging out at Tina's house...sad because the college boyfriend is up to his old tricks and hasn't called in weeks...yes weeks. She mentioned her Honey coming over to watch a movie and I could care less sitting there in my sweats and messy ponytail. When "Tony" walks in he is followed by this cute jock looking guy. He looked over at me standing near the kitchen and I said out loud "I love him". I cracked up laughing and Tina's reply is "you guys are so gonna get married".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We talked for hours that night and exchanged phone numbers. We talked a few more times....but I had a boyfriend and Rocky was pretty cocky. (lame joke but so true). So I stopped returning his calls and eventually he stopped calling. Every few months he would ask about me (fine I asked about him too) and a couple of times he'd even call and we'd chat. He was a nice guy, but NOT what I wanted in a boyfriend at the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then almost a year later...3 days after my "heartbreaking" break-up with the college boyfriend Rocky called. We had a fun conversation and he totally cheered me up with out even trying. We'd talk on the phone often and every once in a while he'd come over and we'd hang out and watch movies. We were great friends....I didn't need a boyfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A few months later he went with me and my friends to Sea World....our first "unoffical" date. We watched the fireworks....he held my hand and I thought I was gonna pass out. I couldn't breathe...it felt like the fireworks were going off in my heart. *Swoon*. That was it...a few days later (July 21, 1997) he asked me (kinda) to be his girlfriend and I said yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A few weeks after making it "official" I accompanied him to his cousin Richard's wedding. I sat in the back and looked at him standing next to his cousin at the altar and thought...once day he'll be standing up there waiting for me. Tina's reaction to our second date ever being a wedding..."I'm tellin' ya Al...you guys are gonna get married". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On our one year anniversary (July 21, 1998) we went to the beach by Sea World to watch the fireworks. We sat in the bed of his truck all snuggled up enjoying the show. Right before the big finale...he gets up onto his knee and pours his heart out to me. This is a BIG deal for My Rock...he's not a man of many words...and then he asked me to be his wife. I of course said yes and he slipped the ring on my finger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One year and 3 days later we were married in front of 200 of our friends and family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;July 24, 1999 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-6063357506608598917?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/6063357506608598917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/07/week-long-blog-fest-of-love-how-it.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/6063357506608598917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/6063357506608598917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/07/week-long-blog-fest-of-love-how-it.html' title='Weeklong blog fest of LOVE (How it started)'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SmSsiYcXpEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/yXuyDGp5B-o/s72-c/Me+n+Tina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-7386977166655557515</id><published>2009-07-15T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:23:20.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest winner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Shenanigans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pee water'/><title type='text'>Pee Water and Found Egg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;CONGRATS TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//uptowngirldiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;UPTOWN GIRL!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She won my first contest!!! She is allllll the way in New York...and I is jealous. I've always wanted to go to New York . When I finally do I'm calling her up cause we are going to eat ice cream together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Her lame prize is that she is going to be featured on my sidebar next week during my Blog fest of love!! Plus she'll always be known as the winner of Alice's Shenanigans first contest...I mean who doesn't want to be known as a winner forever and always? Just be glad the prize isn't Pee Water...on to that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have the day off tomorrow!! Woohoo!!! 4-day weekend...Holla!!! How am I gonna spend my fabulous time away from work....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358752817581921858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sl4dS7MYFkI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Gc2cKLCDbSc/s320/lazy+river.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Lazy river is my fav...cause I'm Lazy like that river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E'ry year my kids, my sistah's kids and exclusive invited guests &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ok who ever decides to join us)&lt;/span&gt; head to Knott's Soak City - Best Water Park in all of Sunny Diego!! It may be because of the crazy Pacific Spin or the family ride Coronado Express or because it's the &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; water park in the city...does it really matter? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358752649812622034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sl4dJKNDutI/AAAAAAAAAQM/nI1DgncNzcY/s320/Soak+City.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at all the fun stuff to do!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So we do it up...spend all day there and even rent a cabana so we can pretend we're fancy people. Having the server bring us food and drinks like we're the ish...cause for that day we totally are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358752186683052562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sl4cuM6XUhI/AAAAAAAAAQE/lnqhi9bF5cs/s320/Cabana.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I mean look at these people's happy faces! Don't they look fancy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So last night BFH Alex &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(BFH=Best Friend's Husband and yes I call him that)&lt;/span&gt; came over to drop some stuff off. He hung out and chatted with My Rock and I for a hot minute. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**forgot to add...My Rock isn't going with us because he works so we've been giving him a hard time about it**&lt;/span&gt; Anywho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When BFH left he said to me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"See ya Thursday...we're gonna have so much fun". &lt;/em&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o which My Rock responded &lt;em&gt;"Yeah have fun swimming in Pee Water!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nice.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll be spending my Friday taking multiple showers all day long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Look kids it's a Giant bucket of Pee Water!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358752825423631362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sl4dTYZ_FAI/AAAAAAAAAQc/vvRWPAISXAE/s320/fun_house.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What could be more refreshing on a hot day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So what is My Rock's punishment for getting the image of me swimming in pee water in my head? Funny you should ask....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been having some trouble sleeping lately...I don't know why. Last night was one of those nights. My Rock was snoring away next to me...so I started to rub his back and then this conversation occurs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rock:&lt;/strong&gt; "we found it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "found what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Rock: "the egg"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (giggling) "where was it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rock:&lt;/strong&gt; "Right here" (proceeds to shake his booty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (holding in my laughter) "You had an egg in your butt?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rock:&lt;/strong&gt; "YOU have an egg in YOUR butt"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (laughing hysterically) "why would I have an egg in my butt?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rock: "sshhh!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (can't stop the laughter my side hurts)"don't tell me to sshhh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rock:&lt;/strong&gt; "Baby please, Sshhh!" (back to snoring)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So I "sshhhed" and laughed into my pillow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Good Night My love...we'll find the egg again tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Have a great weekend everyone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;~ALICE~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-7386977166655557515?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/7386977166655557515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/07/pee-water-and-found-egg.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/7386977166655557515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/7386977166655557515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/07/pee-water-and-found-egg.html' title='Pee Water and Found Egg'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sl4dS7MYFkI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Gc2cKLCDbSc/s72-c/lazy+river.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-8986823101513306225</id><published>2009-07-13T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T15:38:25.557-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I. is. sad'/><title type='text'>Cheer me up please!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you ever have "one of those days"? When you're just &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;?  I'm having one today.  I. is. Sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So let's have a contest so I can pretend I have like a million and one readers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  Where are you from?  Who is the furthest away from Sunny Diego where I am?  You might win a prize.  In fact you will.  It might be a lame prize, but winning is winning!!&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/6636792597744457033-8986823101513306225?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/8986823101513306225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/07/cheer-me-up-please.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/8986823101513306225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/8986823101513306225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/07/cheer-me-up-please.html' title='Cheer me up please!!'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-2106878349405473581</id><published>2009-07-09T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:59:44.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff that is Lame-O'/><title type='text'>Things I think are LAME-O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecolorplaid.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-that-lame.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sarah's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; funny post and laughed that my obsession of texting and using my ghetto fab slang misspellings are things she thinks are lame :o). Then I read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://busybeelauren.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-i-think-are-lamespice.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lauren's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; post and was like yeah I'm way lame in her eyes (loves me pedicures long time/reality MTV is the ish). haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ladies....I hope we can still be blog friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sooooo here is my list of things I think are lame-O. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Clothes on Dogs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356616739811589122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SlaGi1ZhfAI/AAAAAAAAAPU/CuWmzFe4f6w/s320/glamourdogstore_2060_76159561.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; hello...they are dogs. Not little hairy human people. Don't get me wrong I love my dog (despite his issues) but he's not a person. Jus' sayin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Hoochies at Sporting events.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356621031669497474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SlaKcp0L_oI/AAAAAAAAAPk/CtkcpPMCZQU/s320/hoochie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah I said it! It's a sporting event...not a night club! The players aren't gonna see you and fall in love...they're busy! Although it is funny to watch you fall in your 4 inch heels hiking back to your car after the game. Thanks for that at least. haha!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Unblended eyeshadow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356623972230844322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SlaNH0QpT6I/AAAAAAAAAP0/V7HK0b04TcI/s320/woman-wearing-eye_~200393858-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just looking at this picture is irking me. It's a great application...eyebrows are cool...now why oh why didn't they blend it upwards? When I see this I want to ask if I can please blend it for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Vanilla Scented anything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356625066498796898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SlaOHgudLWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/R9vk4WVFkRk/s320/vanilla.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes I realize it's a popular fragrance...I still think it stinks. Yeah seriously I do. the only vanilla I want to smell is vanilla cupcakes baking in my oven. YUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Women who answer the door like this &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://view.picapp.com/default.aspx?term=wrapped" target="_blank" iid="'4775344"&gt;&lt;img height="463" alt="Fresh From The Shower" src="http://cdn.picapp.com/ftp/Images/e/8/9/5/Fresh_From_The_a3d1.jpg?adImageId=1844399&amp;amp;imageId=4775344" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://cdn.pis.picapp.com/IamProd/PicAppPIS/JavaScript/PisV4.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Especially when MY Rock is knocking because he's there to install your new service...sure it "totally slipped your mind" that you have a service call in.  I will find you and I will not be nice.  Have some self respect. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So my list was kinda lame...but it's all I could come up with today.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ALICE~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-2106878349405473581?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/2106878349405473581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-i-think-are-lame-o.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/2106878349405473581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/2106878349405473581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-i-think-are-lame-o.html' title='Things I think are LAME-O'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SlaGi1ZhfAI/AAAAAAAAAPU/CuWmzFe4f6w/s72-c/glamourdogstore_2060_76159561.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-800061541240803175</id><published>2009-07-08T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:35:31.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buster'/><title type='text'>I told you he had issues....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Besides the fact that my son thinks Buster is a horse. My Dog's issues continue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356149267819481986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SlTdYYhZS4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/Wnf5LZmdZYg/s320/rodeo+buster.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah Buster struts his stuff when My little Rock does this. Like he is a show pony. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So this morning I'm in the shower when I hear what I can only describe as doggie screams coming from my backyard. They weren't barks...they were bloody murder torture screams. I thought that maybe our neighbors little dog somehow got in our back yard and Buster was um... "lovin' it long time". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But it wasn't...it was this: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356141139209343122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SlTV_PFt0JI/AAAAAAAAAPE/pHR9u1wg4-M/s320/New+Picture+(2).png" border="0" /&gt; Buster had somehow managed to get my make shift plant holder attached to the ring on his collar where we hook on his leash. He was choking himself trying to swing the thing off his collar. So what does super doggie mommy do? Well I throw my nightgown back on and run to the rescue. What does Buster do? He runs from me of course! So here I am soaking wet, in my nightgown (and NOTHING else) yelling "Stop! I'm trying to help you" and yes I realize he doesn't understand but I still am freakin' out. So, I finally hold him down long enough to get the thing off and he proceeds to lick my toes in gratitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Once my adrenaline stops pumping I realize what my neighbors could see if they looked out their upstairs window to see what the rukus was about.  I dashed back into the house...but yeah I'm pretty sure I saw their blinds move.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wonder how My Rock is gonna react tonight when I tell him we're moving. &lt;/span&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/6636792597744457033-800061541240803175?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/800061541240803175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-told-you-he-had-issues.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/800061541240803175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/800061541240803175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-told-you-he-had-issues.html' title='I told you he had issues....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SlTdYYhZS4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/Wnf5LZmdZYg/s72-c/rodeo+buster.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-6377031454228517097</id><published>2009-07-01T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T17:00:02.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice'/><title type='text'>We're halfway there....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oooh ooohh Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; on a prayer! :o} &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Bon Jovi is/was/is the ish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I happened to glance at my calendar today and saw that it's July 1st. What the freak!?!? 2009 is half over already? Where was I when this happened? I'm not ready...really I'm not! The last 6 months of the year are my busy months. Where I have NO free time...none ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What keeps me so busy? We'll I'll tell ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheer&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;yeah cheer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm a cheer coach for my B's cheer squad. Call me a stage mom all you want...I so am! I had no idea how much work went into cheer until she came home and asked to cheer with her friend from next door. Our lives haven't been the same since. You should see this girl work out...puts some football players to shame! :o) We practice Tues-Thurs and have games every Saturday and not just hers...we also get to run to her brothers flag football games; because of the age difference they aren't on the same team. Lucky me! I see many of my cheerleaders throughout the year and love when they yell "Hi Coach Alice" across the school or at the grocery store. I'm proud that I've touched their lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353283527558916866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SkqvAWIZawI/AAAAAAAAANc/Y7-hvcdX1SM/s320/one+man.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;B is the one in the middle holding up the flyer &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(girl on top)&lt;/span&gt; yeah she works out, no biggie. 'Cept she is holding a whole other person in the air with only a back spot! Holla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chargers Football&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;E'ry Sunday &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yes we go to church too...relax!) &lt;/span&gt;we are either at the Q tailgating in D4 before the game or at home getting ready to root the Chargers on...yeah they can hear us through the TV! Don't even trip! This year My Rock and I have a goal to hit one road game...maybe Kansas? Some people think I'm a "football fan" cause of My Rock..pssshh I've ALWAYS been a CHARGER FAN...I could care less about other teams...I was raised right! :o} I follow my favorite players on Twitter...Shaun Phillips is the ish...I'm just sayin'! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353284264414098130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SkqvrPIXMtI/AAAAAAAAANk/c5fJY-26cWY/s320/New+Picture.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Part of our Familia from D4 after another Charger victory!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Softball&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Holla!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Friday nights I get together with La Familia &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(team name and they are family in so many ways)&lt;/span&gt; and we whoop on other teams that are crazy enough to take us on! Okay we lose a game here and there...but it keeps us on our toes. I am not naturally athletic so I stuggle a bit, but I really do love it and give it my all. Plus I LOVE watching my Rock play, he is so good...I'm a little jealous. All our kids are out there cheering us on...I love that we get to reverse roles every once in a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353557827967574706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SkuoeuyE4rI/AAAAAAAAANs/r_PmFS7rGDo/s320/Alice+Pitch.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah that's not a picture of me...but her name is Alice too so it counts! oh and I can pitch..it's slow pitch softball mind you. :o}&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm a Mom yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - I got 'sponsibilities...I take care of the hubby, the kids and the home...oh yeah and I work full time. I was just telling my friend HG that growing up I wanted to be so many things doctor, attorney, teacher..it would change all the time...except for one thing. I ALWAYS knew I wanted to be a Mommy. They really are the reason for my existence. I'm so lucky to have the kids I do. They inspire me and challenge me to be a better person every day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353560877832060578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SkurQQabvqI/AAAAAAAAAN0/r7_gXeNXhXM/s320/my+kids.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They're all done up fancy for Halo's quince. Gosh I love them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Freelance Make-up artist-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Okay so this doesn't keep me THAT busy...but when I have an opening in my crazy schedule, I'm fillin' it with a dance or a wedding or what have you. I love doing make-up and if I could make real money and still have my weekends to spend with the kiddos I'd do it full time. It's like playing dress up. Want me to do you up? Holla at cha girl! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353567095568736626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Skuw6LSYIXI/AAAAAAAAAN8/RI8puoFzb1M/s320/New+Picture+(1).png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This isn't the best representation of my work since it's an "after the sweaty dancing shot" but it's all I had on my phone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**EDITED TO ADD**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353614151493620450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SkvbtMRIEuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/c822hDkJ7Jg/s320/make-up.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HG just sent me this picture...she thinks my make-up was awesome this day..she didn't say that...I just know it cause that's why she sent it. haha! It's from the No Doubt concert when I went wild with purple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, in no particular order that's me...that's my life. Now you know...if my blog isn't updated too often...you'll know why. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh but wait...It's July...so what's around the corner?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353569475434471010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SkuzEs-lXmI/AAAAAAAAAOU/tflLyGOLhq8/s320/resized+anniversary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Member? You 'member!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's on a Friday...so I was thinking of doing a weeklong tribute to love. I will definitely be posting some photos from the wedding. So get ready to laugh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ALICE~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6636792597744457033-6377031454228517097?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/6377031454228517097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/07/were-halfway-there.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/6377031454228517097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/6377031454228517097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/07/were-halfway-there.html' title='We&apos;re halfway there....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SkqvAWIZawI/AAAAAAAAANc/Y7-hvcdX1SM/s72-c/one+man.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-8178963411429413495</id><published>2009-06-25T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:11:53.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was only a few months ago that I was teaching the kids from Haley's Quince the "Thriller Dance" and educating them that it was NOT the "13 going on 30" dance. Explaining the greatness of "old Michael" and the Jackson 5....and now he is passed.  Wow!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the Michael I loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351400804885881586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SkP-rdn2YvI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vrO-tCcZbPk/s320/michael_jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1958-2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She's a little "before my time" but I still remember those Charlie's Angels reruns.  I feel sorry for the kids that only know the Cameron Diaz, Lucy Liu and Drew Barrymore version.  I'm gonna go find her documentary "Farrah's Story" since I've been putting it off.  I hear it's inspiring....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351402628300192242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SkQAVmXsufI/AAAAAAAAANA/bNQXpiJ623I/s320/farrah-fawcett.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1947-2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;May you both Rest in Peace!!&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/6636792597744457033-8178963411429413495?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/8178963411429413495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael-jackson-and-farrah-fawcett.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/8178963411429413495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/8178963411429413495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael-jackson-and-farrah-fawcett.html' title='RIP Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SkP-rdn2YvI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vrO-tCcZbPk/s72-c/michael_jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-2106162728889528730</id><published>2009-06-23T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:57:38.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><title type='text'>I Love my Daddy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I've been a little blue....Sunday was hard. I feel like I cheat my Rock from his day because I am sad that my fabulous Daddy is no longer here. The man I married is wonderful because he understands why I tear up seeing other kids playing with their grandpa's. He knows I hurt because my poor babies don't have that. Oh how he would have loved them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know, without a doubt, my Dad is looking down on us and laughing his butt off! You were right Daddy...now that I have kids of my own...I understand! :o} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love you and miss you terribly each day! I hope you had a great Father's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350674278751625570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SkFp6E3PYWI/AAAAAAAAAMw/CGuj-1taqi8/s320/mom+n+dad.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My Mom and Dad on their last Colorado vacation together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;July 1998&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6636792597744457033-2106162728889528730?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/2106162728889528730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-my-daddy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/2106162728889528730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/2106162728889528730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-my-daddy.html' title='I Love my Daddy!!'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SkFp6E3PYWI/AAAAAAAAAMw/CGuj-1taqi8/s72-c/mom+n+dad.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-2817814171119064183</id><published>2009-06-17T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:19:04.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight shenanigans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comic Con'/><title type='text'>Cast of New Moon confirmed to appear at Comic Con...also confirmed...I won't be there!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So The Con is coming back to town! Whoop whoop!! 'cept for I didn't buy my tickets when HZizzle suggested because of this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346590622294547058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SjLn1_FNGnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/84k-2MeHnqw/s320/resized+anniversary.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;That's right...it lands on the weekend of my 10 year wedding anniversary. Of course now that the New Moon Cast has been confirmed to be in attendance I don't have tickets and it's sold out. Not to mention that it turns out due to an obligation My Rock has we won't be taking our anniversary trip that weekend after all. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I've decided to take to the streets! That's right I'm going to be a Fangirl stalker extraordinaire! I will be chillaxin' in downtown Daygo searching for my favorite cast members from New Moon. Cause you can't honestly tell me these fools aren't gonna be seeing the sights...going to dinner, smoking on the sidewalk. You know! Not to mention the Borders event that is supposed to be going on...what if a member of the cast does a surprise visit? *GASP* I HAVE to be there!!! I will be there....whose with me? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**Crickets**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hello? Have I lost it? I can promise you one thing...unlike this chick....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348445864202438162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sjl_LRwxhhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZDBeCPsfdVU/s320/STALKER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Thanks Lauren who thanked &lt;a href="http://http//www.newmoonmovie.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;NewMoonMovie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; the pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I will have my hair did. Cause I don't want to be known and blogged about on &lt;a href="http://http//laurensbite.blogspot.com/2009/06/yeah-okfine.html"&gt;Lauren's Bite&lt;/a&gt; as the chick with bad hair...I want to be known and blogged about as "&lt;strong&gt;Awesome Alice&lt;/strong&gt;"! :}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeah I've lost it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anywho...so here are my promises to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. I will NOT jump on any cast member and get "taken out" by their security.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. I will NOT call out to any cast member by their Twilight name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. I will NOT cry, pee my pants or throw up if I get lucky enough to meet someone from the cast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. I WILL get my roots done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. I WILL blog about any experience no matter how boring it may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Scouts honor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. To my new friend OCD...I can't comment you! For some reason your comment box hates me! So I just wanted to say HELLO new friend!&lt;/span&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;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-2817814171119064183?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/2817814171119064183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/06/cast-of-new-moon-confirmed-to-appear-at.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/2817814171119064183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/2817814171119064183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/06/cast-of-new-moon-confirmed-to-appear-at.html' title='Cast of New Moon confirmed to appear at Comic Con...also confirmed...I won&apos;t be there!'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SjLn1_FNGnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/84k-2MeHnqw/s72-c/resized+anniversary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-7821808853500613884</id><published>2009-06-11T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T14:31:44.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I wake up in the middle of the night I look in the corner of my room for Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seriously. No joke. I use my cell phone as a flashlight to check almost e'ry night.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346173846203426162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SjFsybJwZXI/AAAAAAAAALY/a2UimcjwdV8/s400/New+Picture+(1).png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;"&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&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;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I spent a good 10 minutes yesterday trying to get a crack picture for my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;some lady at the kindergarden graduation had half her butt crack hanging out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fur realz it was nasty. Me and my sister looked at each other and said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Crack is Whack"! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346173709190212002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SjFsqcvQqaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Vw7k8ij2zVk/s400/crack+is+whack.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My new favorite song kinda sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and it’s full of not nice words…I mean it says the F word more than I do and that’s A LOT! But the radio version is okay. There's one line in the song that really reminds me of my Rock so that's what got me hooked.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346176165191210802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SjFu5aDh1zI/AAAAAAAAALg/H9MEWIP_Tck/s400/rapper-drake-030309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was ashamed to use that comparison in #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don’t want everyone to know I have the mouth of a sailor! I've been working on it and getting better. It's when I'm irriated that I can't control it. So pretty often! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346181289268691250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SjFzjquzQTI/AAAAAAAAAMA/HoQSg-os00s/s400/embarrased.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I like to pop pimples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And not only my own. GROSS!! It's sick. I know this. It grosses me out....I still do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346179570555096194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SjFx_oBjDII/AAAAAAAAALo/O2g9NVJrVM4/s400/pimples.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These things seriously kept me up last night....One thought led to another and I couldn't sleep until well past midnight. I think I checked for Edward 3 times. Poor me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6636792597744457033-7821808853500613884?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/7821808853500613884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/06/randomness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/7821808853500613884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/7821808853500613884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/06/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SjFsybJwZXI/AAAAAAAAALY/a2UimcjwdV8/s72-c/New+Picture+(1).png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-81271816117441512</id><published>2009-06-09T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:59:58.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Baaaaccckkk!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No clever, witty post today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just the facts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He's back..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and he's as handsome as eva! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345465462675320034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Si7ohE3hrOI/AAAAAAAAALA/omUmL1kdvLs/s400/open+arms.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He welcomed me back with open arms.&lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Go 'head and take a guess....which suspect is the guilty one? Or was it me and my carelessness?&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/6636792597744457033-81271816117441512?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/81271816117441512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/06/hes-baaaaccckkk.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/81271816117441512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/81271816117441512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/06/hes-baaaaccckkk.html' title='He&apos;s Baaaaccckkk!!'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Si7ohE3hrOI/AAAAAAAAALA/omUmL1kdvLs/s72-c/open+arms.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-7585368349697151465</id><published>2009-06-04T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:14:36.644-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revenge will be mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Eddie'/><title type='text'>I am ashamed....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sif04kL2VWI/AAAAAAAAAK4/QoanrMx7S3M/s1600-h/blog+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My head is hanging in shame. I can't even look in the mirror at myself. I can't even type it....let alone say it out loud. My stomach hurts just thinking about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I. lost. him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I still can't believe it. My heart hurts. Look how happy we were just a few weeks ago! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343506602121349234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sify8YplyHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rGict1A17bg/s400/memorial+day+weekend+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paramore/No Doubt concert shenanigans&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh the memories......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343507825961614738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sif0Dnz2PZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/K2dV6Wflx3c/s400/IMG_0428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He hung out with me at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He opens my car door for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343507828988024466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sif0DzFZlpI/AAAAAAAAAJw/sHXc0mMafRw/s400/IMG_0441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Such a gentleman!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He even drove me home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343507833773087810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sif0EE6P3EI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/881whLCQXKE/s400/IMG_0443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was after my accident...I still had the rental and he was worried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He pours me wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343508725994293874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sif04AsXCnI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BM1NvRfM7no/s400/blog+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tryin' to get me liquored up!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went on a road trip to Beverly Hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343508421868383554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sif0mTvF7UI/AAAAAAAAAKg/47zRh_3ez_8/s400/blog+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;His favorite part of town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343508425628289410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sif0mhvhiYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/sKmOXxLv2w0/s400/blog+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He was singing "you can have whatever you liiiikeeeee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Honestly though...I refuse to believe I would be so careless as to LOSE him!! I mean yeah I've lost each of my kids at seperate times in their lives...but this is my Eddie for goodness sakes! I'm really thinking this is a C-O-N spiracy! In fact, I've compiled a list of suspects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suspecto #1 - My Rock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343508405650862610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sif0lXUiMhI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cOGQ6En8yPE/s400/Mothers+Day+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I mean look at him in MY apron! Yes I made him wear it...then blogged about it...so why wouldn't he want the perfect payback right? Then we all remember the incident we don't speak of...the roll of flying paper towels when Eddie was Chillaxin' in my bamboo plant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343507838961695378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sif0EYPTupI/AAAAAAAAAKA/nzEDBMJEyMk/s400/IMG_0452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;'Nuff said! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suspecto #2 - The twisted Sister &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(on the far right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343508414209253506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sif0l3NA4II/AAAAAAAAAKY/5pIVWHnWFSE/s400/comadres.png" border="0" /&gt;Look at her all non smiling in this picture with her "comadres". I mean I know it was midnight on a workday and we were 2 hours from home at a hospital in Newport Beach...but it was a photo op!! Ya'll 'member her butter drawer hide n seek game right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343506623807391058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sify9pb8hVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/qqJgI7MLhoc/s400/New+Picture.png" border="0" /&gt;As if it bothered him...I mean he can't get any cooler than he is! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(pun intended)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suspecto #3 - "B" The Mini me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343506633423668978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sify-NQpRvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/yDZUyTqxsMY/s400/memorial+day+weekend+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I mean c'mon! everything about this picture is suspicious! Don't let her innocent face fool ya! I know her mama!! Plus...it's come to my attention the shenanigans below were actually HER doing! Ya think you know someone.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343506606458500258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sify8ozpdKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6wVY1Fvaq14/s400/hanged.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How'd I know? Cause across from you is my empty chair with my purse on it...I sat across from you all night...how many times I gotta tell ya kid? I'm the smartest in the familia!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(seriously if you ask anyone in the family they'll even get that question wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So be on notice....I am on to you! I will find him and when I do.....revenge will be mine!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(que scary music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-7585368349697151465?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/7585368349697151465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-ashamed.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/7585368349697151465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/7585368349697151465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-ashamed.html' title='I am ashamed....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sify8YplyHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rGict1A17bg/s72-c/memorial+day+weekend+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-2523563717354527070</id><published>2009-06-02T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:27:28.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>Anniversary....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next month is my 10 year wedding anniversary! WOWSER!!!! How are we going to celebrate?  I have NO IDEA!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Help!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Party? Romantic weekend alone?  Give me some ideas...but please keep in mind that we have THREE expensive kids so we are on a BUDGET!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I need to get out the wedding album so you can see how young we look...babies really.  &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/6636792597744457033-2523563717354527070?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/2523563717354527070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/06/anniversary.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/2523563717354527070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/2523563717354527070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/06/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-4610429829794415713</id><published>2009-06-01T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:25:46.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Moon'/><title type='text'>New Moon Official Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In case you have been living under a rock for the last 24 hours.....here is the New Moon Trailer. I am sooooo excited....notice the new countdown clock?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJ9afRgToxE&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJ9afRgToxE&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who's going with me to the Midnight showing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-4610429829794415713?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/4610429829794415713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-moon-official-trailer.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/4610429829794415713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/4610429829794415713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-moon-official-trailer.html' title='New Moon Official Trailer'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-6279403268678024981</id><published>2009-05-29T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:27:15.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 things'/><title type='text'>5 things I am grateful for....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pandora...I heart you...I heart you hard! You make the work day bearable. You play da jamz! Even the wiggity whack ones....but you let me skip those! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341341231402509554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SiBBjOHk5PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Y5o-NtlcH4E/s400/pandora.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marry me and we'll live happily eva after!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; My iphone - I don't need anything but you! I can check da facebook, the space, tweet and continue to hear da jamz on pandora! You are my everything! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341347954229561218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SiBHqimcx4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/xNSYvziJc6o/s400/my+home+screen.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You complete me! Without you I'd be lost!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. School awards -You make my babies happy = Alice happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341349827497545698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SiBJXlEVz-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/krY3Tjt1TU8/s400/B%27s+award.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes...you do Rock...the side braid....oh and the inventors showcase! Holla!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://http//www.empoweru.net/"&gt;Empower U&lt;/a&gt; - For showing me the light all those many years ago! I still use your lessons to this day! Hence the 5 and 5 post &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(oops minus one 5 cause I'm short on time!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341351938435184946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SiBLSc7F-TI/AAAAAAAAAIw/tdrbnjLeTJ4/s400/empoweruLogo.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;want it...create it...live it....AMEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Mis AH ME GAS (Amigas) - Without you I would wither away here! Even before Pandora you got me through the work days. Did I cry my first week of work here? Hex yesh I did...do I laugh so hard I pee now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesh, yesh I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341356230160653042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SiBPMQ2LmvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/GZ23JY4hnm4/s400/No+Doubt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No one rocked harder than us at No Doubt...oh and my high school friends joined the group picture! Yeah we still roll hard! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S. I'm grateful for so much more than just 5 things of course...my life, my family, my husband, Mickey D's double cheeseburgers, etc. those are pretty much a given! So don't judge. It's not becoming. ;o) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a fantabulous weekend all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-6279403268678024981?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/6279403268678024981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-things-i-am-grateful-for.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/6279403268678024981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/6279403268678024981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-things-i-am-grateful-for.html' title='5 things I am grateful for....'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/SiBBjOHk5PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Y5o-NtlcH4E/s72-c/pandora.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-1726059646089032859</id><published>2009-05-27T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:00:56.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Moon set'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lickalicious'/><title type='text'>Airbrushed or not....I'd still rock his world!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yeah I said it!  Anyway...there is an uproar in blogger world regarding the true source of Rob's beautiful abs.  A million crunches or a talented airbrush??  I say....who gives a flying flock of sea gulls!  They look absolutely yummy and that's good enough for me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sh39kz3ifSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aev3FdXo4RY/s1600-h/Rob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sh39kz3ifSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aev3FdXo4RY/s400/Rob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340703541971549474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Yeah that's stinky Kstew you're smelling...sorry you have to kiss her instead of me! &lt;/span&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/6636792597744457033-1726059646089032859?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/1726059646089032859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/05/airbrushed-or-notid-still-rock-his.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/1726059646089032859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/1726059646089032859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/05/airbrushed-or-notid-still-rock-his.html' title='Airbrushed or not....I&apos;d still rock his world!!'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sh39kz3ifSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aev3FdXo4RY/s72-c/Rob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-3786441605598321149</id><published>2009-05-27T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:25:24.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Doubt/Paramore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LMA&apos;s Shenanigans'/><title type='text'>Where did my long weekend go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Long weekends are just never long enough ya know? Mine went down like so..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got all dolled up for the Paramore/No Doubt Concert and rolled out to HZizzle’s Casa to meet up with the girls. The concert was flippin' awesome! Despite the drunktard searching hi and low for Natasha...the random girls who were higher than kites bumping into us...they left real quick after HG checked them.haha! Oh and the drunk girl who showed me her butt and then felt me up...priceless. I had such a good time I grabbed tickets to their next show in August...can't wait!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340304790460722130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/ShyS6au6a9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/MW2685t53Ug/s400/memorial+day+weekend+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had to rock my new shades…don’t hate. Ha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;We kicked it at HZizzles house waiting on Hannah….story of our lives…haha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340304784566178402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/ShyS6Exi0mI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5nfL_oxMjxU/s400/memorial+day+weekend+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gotta throw up the dueces…it’s how I roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Woohooo!!! We made it. We got there after the opener (The Sounds) were playin’ which turned out to be a blessing because we missed the monster line to get in.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340304794347065618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/ShyS6pNfURI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YyBD_IZlbeU/s400/memorial+day+weekend+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me, HG, and Hannah (HZizzle doesn’t “do” pictures) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Special Thanks to my amigos Vanessa and Jair who saved us a comfy spot on the lawn….oh and they were celebrating their 10 year wedding anniversary! Whoop whoop! Congrats friends! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340615374214105122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sh2tYxYFiCI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CXieXQeBapk/s400/memorial+day+weekend+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vanessa and me…Jair is the stud behind the camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Never leave home without him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340615381394800978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sh2tZMIGQVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/UiIGhSHahCE/s400/memorial+day+weekend+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eddie enjoying Paramore (they rocked it hard!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutest couple!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340615383579313010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sh2tZUQ7Q3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/lqhbueISWRI/s400/memorial+day+weekend+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had to keep my hands free for clapping, pictures, throwin' up the dueces...you know. Where is a Little Eddie to go? It just made sense!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my morning at a funeral...muy sad...let's not talk about it. Then I went home and spruced up the new place...it's about time...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340619293875437506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sh2w87QK_8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/YDKtNFMiDBE/s400/memorial+day+weekend+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340619296878678994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sh2w9GcM09I/AAAAAAAAAH4/agdvRm5SpG8/s400/memorial+day+weekend+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have too much stuff...But I love it all! What's a girl to do?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's my mini me...wish you had one too don't you...quit hatin'! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340615387394480274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sh2tZieiGJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/nT0MT9XrGrc/s400/memorial+day+weekend+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dueces like mama! We were up to no good...more on that later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Familia time!!! Had the fam bam over for a Carne Asada (Mexican speak for BBQ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the newest member of the fam...he's only 2 months old!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340621665219013746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sh2zG9MibHI/AAAAAAAAAII/5lyxUaAmLWU/s400/memorial+day+weekend+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We totally got the good looks in the family!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The kids made a rukus...I'm sure our neighbors hate us! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340619302690571906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/Sh2w9cF3RoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0Tm7CKeAVdk/s400/memorial+day+weekend+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah that's my mini me duecin' it up again...gosh I love her!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;NOTHIN'!! Sweet Nothing!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I hope you all had a great Weekend! Hey it's HUMP DAY!! whoop whoop!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-3786441605598321149?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/3786441605598321149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-did-my-long-weekend-go.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/3786441605598321149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/3786441605598321149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-did-my-long-weekend-go.html' title='Where did my long weekend go?'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/ShyS6au6a9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/MW2685t53Ug/s72-c/memorial+day+weekend+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-9205904532199605792</id><published>2009-05-20T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:05:47.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight shenanigans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love triangle'/><title type='text'>Love triangle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HZizzle let me borrow her new Bella and Edward....I'm so jealous! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edward and Bella&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337959396426836146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/ShQ9yhF66LI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_aQMK_6aKys/s400/BandE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone is staring at us! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*ugh actually they are staring at Alice...she's playing with dolls at her desk&lt;/span&gt;!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Edward and Bella and Edward oh my!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337959408120914546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/ShQ9zMqAYnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/cuks-SMF-ZQ/s400/blog+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What the....where did you get those sunglasses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Standoff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337959402479736818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/ShQ9y3pC1_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/ekHDsxwlLQU/s400/blog+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just stop it...no fighting over me! *ugh...actually I just really want those sunglasses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bella who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337959396824678754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/ShQ9yikxgWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dmZxErFqARA/s400/blog+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um guys....I'm a little uncomfortable....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;(I didn't do it on purpose! that's how they landed in the bag when I was returning to HZ...I promise!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636792597744457033-9205904532199605792?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/9205904532199605792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-triangle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/9205904532199605792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/9205904532199605792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-triangle.html' title='Love triangle'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/TPVU0OkQGpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ynua4_O_pi8/S220/fCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/ShQ9yhF66LI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_aQMK_6aKys/s72-c/BandE.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636792597744457033.post-7588810717785214210</id><published>2009-05-20T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T10:23:48.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss of gangsta status'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fried pork butt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random shenanigans'/><title type='text'>Lack of Shenanigans?....I think not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I was sitting here yesterday catching up on different blogs I got a little sad that I didn't have anything to blog about. Before I started this blog I had this great idea that all these shenanigans I get into would make this hilarious blog...was I wrong? Nope. The events that take place in my day to day life are a crack up...the thing is...I'm involved in almost ALL of them. Therefore, no photo or video proof of such events actually taking place. Should I hire a photographer to follow me and the fam bam around in the event that something blog worthy happen? Or do I just ask you...my friends...to trust that my life really is this nuts! I'll go with the second one. ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some Random pictures for you to enjoy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can ride my bike with no handlebars.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337950562772896994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/ShQ1wVKszOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/mDHAfDvzpFQ/s400/blog+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't my bike cute? I love it...that is until I totally ate it at my sister's house trying to get back on it to head home.  What was my dear sister's response?  "Get off my neighbors grass dude you're gonna mess it up!" Thanks for your concern sister....I'm okay.  Then Gina rolls up and instead of making sure her Mom is cool she said "Dang why couldn't you fall when I was here, that would have been funny"  Such love, such love. *it was freakin' hilarious though...I even pee'd a little! There's your TMI for the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Rollin' on Dubs.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337950559163283442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/ShQ1wHuGd_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/wJpPe9CprNg/s400/blog+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Until the curb came out of no where and ruinned it!  See what had happened was.....okay fine, I hit a curb...no more excuses....I just suck. So much for rollin' on dubs...I just lost my gangsta status. :o(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SERIOUSLY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337952988047408642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OuLJfNSkrKs/ShQ39gBM_gI/AAAAAAAAAGI/KMDJuFJLrfY/s400/pork+butt.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I was too tired to cook on Saturday so I rolled out to Northgate to pick up some bomb carnitas for dinner....then I spy this sign.  Fur realz, I did NOT need to know that...ignorance really is bliss!  oh and yeah I macked on some carnitas tacos anyways!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*on a side note...some man was hitting on my Mama! It was hilarious...to sad to watch. But Chhhooowww my Mama still gots it! hahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY HUMP DAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&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/6636792597744457033-7588810717785214210?l=alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/feeds/7588810717785214210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/05/lack-of-shenanigansi-think-not.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/7588810717785214210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636792597744457033/posts/default/7588810717785214210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alice-alicesshenanigans.blogspot.com/2009/05/lack-of-shenanigansi-think-not.html' title='Lack of Shenanigans?....I think not'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08628336275248731035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.
