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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814158959781565779</id><updated>2012-07-12T13:38:53.886-04:00</updated><category term="dawson's creek" /><category term="tamara and pacey" /><category term="lessons" /><category term="sisters" /><category term="redvelvet" /><category term="marriage" /><category term="brendan fehr" /><category term="new relationships" /><category term="relationships" /><category term="feeling young" /><category term="the pilot" /><category term="dawson's creek hurricane episode" /><category term="i'll remember you" /><category term="in-law relationships" /><category term="summer" /><category term="elementary school" /><category term="roswell" /><category term="family" /><category term="brothers" /><category term="cousins" /><category term="kiss" /><category term="high school" /><category term="embarrassing moments" /><category term="Dances" /><category term="best friends" /><category term="dance" /><category term="kiss episode" /><category term="growing up" /><category term="future" /><category term="dawson's creek meme" /><category term="family conflict" /><category term="hurricane" /><category term="only child" /><category term="rebound relationships" /><category term="college" /><category term="parents" /><category term="pre-marriage" /><category term="dawson jen kiss" /><category term="sophie zelmani" /><category term="websites" /><category term="baby" /><category term="mitch and gail" /><category term="you don't know me song" /><category term="tamara and doug" /><category term="first kiss" /><category term="non-boyfriend" /><category term="web design" /><category term="discovery" /><category term="breakups" /><title type="text">Couple of Crumbs</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/" /><author><name>Couple of Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11386889560953952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vr_nUGjNtow/T8i3V335WFI/AAAAAAAAA8U/eFMhUg1fUac/s220/3nc8i4c43wi63s4aswm4.jpeg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/CoupleOfCrumbs" /><feedburner:info uri="coupleofcrumbs" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814158959781565779.post-2900276824775881699</id><published>2012-07-12T10:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-07-12T10:30:25.389-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cousins" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="only child" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="growing up" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parents" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="redvelvet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sisters" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brothers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby" /><title type="text">Red Velvet: Baby</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;My cousin's wife always asks me if I was happy growing up as an only child. &amp;nbsp;She has a two year old daughter and everyone in the family asks if she's going to have another baby. &amp;nbsp;At the moment, her answer is no. &amp;nbsp;That's when her question to me comes in and it's a question I've been asked a few times before. &amp;nbsp;My answer? &amp;nbsp;I was perfectly happy. &amp;nbsp;In fact (and I don't tell this to many people unless they ask), I never wanted any brothers or sisters as a kid. &amp;nbsp;If my parents had decided to have more children, I know I would've loved them and fought with them and all that fun stuff. &amp;nbsp;But the truth is, back then I never liked the idea of sharing my parents with another person. &amp;nbsp;Does that sound silly? &amp;nbsp;I remember one friend thought it was sweet. &amp;nbsp;I don't know. &amp;nbsp;My parents might've driven me totally and completely insane half the time and let's face it, they still do. &amp;nbsp;But they're&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;my&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;parents, you know?&amp;nbsp;Looking back, I probably would've gotten away with a lot more if I did have a sibling!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I was lucky because I grew up with cousins. &amp;nbsp;They were always nearby or sometimes, living with me for years at a time. &amp;nbsp;I never felt lonely and if anything, I was consntantly looking for a way to find more privacy. &amp;nbsp;I think if they hadn't been around, I wouldn't have been as happy with my only child status. &amp;nbsp;But, I think I got sibling-like experiences. &amp;nbsp;There were fights, laughter, growing up / together / apart and I love them wholeheartedly. We're still really close now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;It's funny because even though I want my future kids to grow up in that same atmosphere I did.. I want&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;kids&lt;/b&gt;. Plural. &amp;nbsp;At least two, maybe even three. &amp;nbsp;(Unless of course childbirth traumatizes me for life, then only child it is!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Are there any other only children out there who felt the same way growing up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite moments from Baby:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="253" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/69OxYdzDEZo" width="450"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Then.. I couldn't find a clip but the part where Joey thinks the best way to get Bessie to Dawson's house is by rowing her little boat and Bessie takes over because she's "rowing like a girl" and may have to start calling her Josephine cracks me up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoupleOfCrumbs/~4/3M0p926qgIw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/feeds/2900276824775881699/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/2012/07/red-velvet-baby.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3814158959781565779/posts/default/2900276824775881699" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3814158959781565779/posts/default/2900276824775881699" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoupleOfCrumbs/~3/3M0p926qgIw/red-velvet-baby.html" title="Red Velvet: Baby" /><author><name>Couple of Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11386889560953952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vr_nUGjNtow/T8i3V335WFI/AAAAAAAAA8U/eFMhUg1fUac/s220/3nc8i4c43wi63s4aswm4.jpeg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/69OxYdzDEZo/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/2012/07/red-velvet-baby.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814158959781565779.post-3976728816186494658</id><published>2012-06-29T11:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-29T11:46:00.834-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pre-marriage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="in-law relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dawson's creek" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dawson's creek meme" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tamara and doug" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dawson's creek hurricane episode" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mitch and gail" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tamara and pacey" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family conflict" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage" /><title type="text">FF: Hurricane (Not the drink)</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The blending of two families is never easy. Just look at Cinderella and Snow White… both those stepmothers wanted to off their husband’s kid or reduce them to slavery. I should have taken that to heart when I met my husband’s family. But everyone was always so nice and so welcoming, and I wasn’t even aware of those silly “mother in law” horror stories.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Until we got engaged and I moved out and she and I got into the biggest fight in the universe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I’m sure the fight was stemming from a million different emotions but I still think she took advantage of my vulnerability – I had just moved out of my childhood house and away from my friends and in with Mr. FF. It was a holiday weekend and she didn’t like how we chose to spend our holidays that year. She felt out of the loop. She felt she needed to be included in the discussion that led to our decision.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Frankly, I haven’t involved my parents in any of my decisions since I was in high school. Unless I needed advice and guidance, that is… so I wasn’t used to someone not trusting my judgment.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Mr. FF and I are good kids who LIKE to hang out with our parents. Ya know? For her to assume otherwise… to call me selfish… was just so out of line. I’m not used to adults not liking me. (That sounds crappy but it’s true.) I tend to do the right thing. I’m a self-admitted goodie two shoes!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;This was just the first crack in a relationship that I thought had a strong foundation. I spent many weekends at their home (more than I did with my own parents) and they knew a lot about me (I’m a pretty open and honest person). I felt betrayed and even a few years and a wedding later, the feeling has not entirely vanished.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I’m not saying I wasn’t completely at fault. But I felt a little ambushed, fought back, and couldn’t mend the problem because she was stubborn and hurt and refused to realize that her son and I were adults who had to make difficult decisions &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;ourselves&lt;/i&gt;. Not everyone was going to happy all the time. We just had to do what we could.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;So this was a big storm of crying, questioning, and feeling alone. And became a huge wedge in the beginning of my home life with Mr. FF and completely affected our relationship with each other. It is the only thing we have ever fought about, and not because we were mad at each other but because we had NO idea how to handle the situation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Since then, dynamics have certainly changed and I’ve become a lot more aware of what I say and what I don’t. I’m more careful and I wish I didn’t have to be. That’s a lot of work all in itself. If anything, my husband and I have learned to care for our little family and to stand up for our priorities. Even if people might get upset. None of it is intentional.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;also know I won’t let anyone bully me into anything just to make them feel better.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Fortunately, Mr. FF and I are solid. It might be cliché but this whole situation challenged us in a way we hadn’t been before, and for that reason and that reason alone, I am thankful it happened. We have proven to ourselves that we are quite the team. And that counts. It counts a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite scene in Dawson's Creek "Hurricane"&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh gee. This was quite the episode. I always felt bad for Mitch. He was so in love with Gail. It seemed like their relationship was great... was it for show? I have no idea. I feel even more worse because of his ice cream buying fate in a later season but that's another story. Small detail about the episode: I do enjoy the Broadway chat between Tamara and Doug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoupleOfCrumbs/~4/OBsBgXwQ0Uw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/feeds/3976728816186494658/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/2012/06/ff-hurricane-not-drink.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3814158959781565779/posts/default/3976728816186494658" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3814158959781565779/posts/default/3976728816186494658" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoupleOfCrumbs/~3/OBsBgXwQ0Uw/ff-hurricane-not-drink.html" title="FF: Hurricane (Not the drink)" /><author><name>Couple of Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11386889560953952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vr_nUGjNtow/T8i3V335WFI/AAAAAAAAA8U/eFMhUg1fUac/s220/3nc8i4c43wi63s4aswm4.jpeg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/2012/06/ff-hurricane-not-drink.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814158959781565779.post-7177893140186247443</id><published>2012-06-26T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-26T08:58:00.981-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dawson's creek" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="non-boyfriend" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="redvelvet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="future" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hurricane" /><title type="text">Red Velvet: Hurricane</title><content type="html">Remember the infamous &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/url?q=http%3A%2F%2Fcoupleofcrumbs.tumblr.com%2Fpost%2F1015012247%2Fnon-boyfriend-games&amp;amp;sa=D&amp;amp;sntz=1&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNFkS6wp1hszt4kL7w7saUU4gOKWmQ" target="_blank"&gt;non-boyfriend&lt;/a&gt;? He’s pretty much a human hurricane.&amp;nbsp; Once I realized how toxic he was to my life, I would try to shut him out.&amp;nbsp; But without fail, he’d come rushing back every few months, wreak absolute havoc on my emotions and slowly fade away.&amp;nbsp; (And then repeat.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Like I said - human hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, it sort of amazes me how much I put up with.&amp;nbsp; How much patience I exhibited.&amp;nbsp; Patience I never knew I had.&amp;nbsp; But I guess that’s what you do when you care about someone and think they’re right for you (deep down underneath all their crap).&amp;nbsp; But honestly, I’ve never been happier since I realized things were finally over between us.&amp;nbsp; I think back then, a part of me liked the volatile aspect.&amp;nbsp; When things were good, they were really good and we would have so much fun together.&amp;nbsp; And when they sucked.. well, they really really sucked.&amp;nbsp; It was a rollercoaster with him which made things interesting to say the least, but it’s gets to a point where enough is enough.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe I just grew up and wanted more.&amp;nbsp; Wanted &lt;em&gt;better&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think about him though.&amp;nbsp; Not often.&amp;nbsp; But sometimes I imagine what it would be like to bump into him years from now.&amp;nbsp; Whenever I picture this meeting, it’s usually me happy, married and/or engaged, successful and content with my life.&amp;nbsp; And him completely alone and miserable but still doing great things with his company (c’mon, I’m not that vindictive!). &amp;nbsp; I guess we’ll see, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best part of the Hurricane episode:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what’s the best part of most Dawson’s Creek episodes?&amp;nbsp; Usually any scene involving Pacey (although this does make Doug look a little psycho).&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I leave you with this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="281" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KXh26V3tQnM" width="375"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoupleOfCrumbs/~4/s8YcY1XhO-E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/feeds/7177893140186247443/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/2012/06/red-velvet-hurricane.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3814158959781565779/posts/default/7177893140186247443" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3814158959781565779/posts/default/7177893140186247443" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoupleOfCrumbs/~3/s8YcY1XhO-E/red-velvet-hurricane.html" title="Red Velvet: Hurricane" /><author><name>Couple of Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11386889560953952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vr_nUGjNtow/T8i3V335WFI/AAAAAAAAA8U/eFMhUg1fUac/s220/3nc8i4c43wi63s4aswm4.jpeg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/KXh26V3tQnM/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/2012/06/red-velvet-hurricane.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814158959781565779.post-8248693839709303827</id><published>2012-06-22T00:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-22T00:41:24.635-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="discovery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="growing up" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dawson's creek" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lessons" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dawson's creek meme" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feeling young" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage" /><title type="text">Funfetti: Discovery</title><content type="html">It's only 6 months into this year... a year I thought of as being my "change" year and I realized I'm just not done learning. Or making mistakes. And I still have six months to go. So here's a little bit about discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No matter how old you get or how many bills you have to pay, you may still feel 18 years old inside.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sometimes you just have to say "fuck it" and buy the dress you don't need and probably can't afford.&lt;br /&gt;3. People are going to surprise you (in good and bad ways).&lt;br /&gt;4. You're going to surprise yourself (in good and bad ways).&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Marriage is hard. Like every day. It's hard. And this doesn't necessarily mean fighting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;You can never be caught up on washing dishes and doing laundry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I'm not sure what my 13-year old self would say if I told her I "discovered" just how being almost 30 can feel exactly as exciting, exhilarating, scary, crappy, and lovely all at the same time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dawson's Creek 'Discovery' moment&lt;/b&gt;: To be honest, this episode really pissed me off. Dawson learns about his life just isn't so perfect and he whines and gets snippy about it. I wish he would have just manned up. Who I really feel bad for is Pacey &amp;amp; Tamara. We all know they are sharing their last kiss and they have no idea how their situation is going to blow up in the next few hours.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoupleOfCrumbs/~4/o0G4YzbCMCg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/feeds/8248693839709303827/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/2012/06/funfetti-discovery.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3814158959781565779/posts/default/8248693839709303827" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3814158959781565779/posts/default/8248693839709303827" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoupleOfCrumbs/~3/o0G4YzbCMCg/funfetti-discovery.html" title="Funfetti: Discovery" /><author><name>Couple of Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11386889560953952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vr_nUGjNtow/T8i3V335WFI/AAAAAAAAA8U/eFMhUg1fUac/s220/3nc8i4c43wi63s4aswm4.jpeg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/2012/06/funfetti-discovery.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814158959781565779.post-5285478755526314144</id><published>2012-06-20T08:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-20T08:59:06.429-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brendan fehr" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="roswell" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="web design" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dawson's creek" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="redvelvet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="websites" /><title type="text">Red Velvet: Discovery</title><content type="html">&lt;b id="internal-source-marker_0.06530122482217848" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I’m totally about to wave my nerd flag here. &amp;nbsp;But every time I thought about what to write for this entry - I kept coming back to the same thought. The moment I discovered that I could make a website. &amp;nbsp;It seems silly but here I am, a full-time web developer now, so it was a pretty important moment for me! &amp;nbsp;Usually I tell people that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://coupleofcrumbs.tumblr.com/post/884536612/remembering-the-creek-our-series-finale"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #fc3a51; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;my first web site was Pacey and Andie’s Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; but that’s not entirely true. &amp;nbsp;I’m about to get really honest here (and possibly embarrass myself). &amp;nbsp;Technically my first site was a little “about me” page that I made through AOL. &amp;nbsp;I think I was 14 at the time and to me, AOL was the best thing ever (I had like 5 different screen names.. one of them being PaceyzGirL, of course). &amp;nbsp;I loved signing on, writing long emails, chatting with friends and updating my page constantly. &amp;nbsp;I have vague memories of a pink page with pictures of Pacey, Buffy &amp;amp; Angel and The Backstreet Boys. (This was probably the peak of my teeny bopper phase!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Eventually I learned how to design and taught myself HTML. &amp;nbsp;I made Pacey &amp;amp; Andie’s Place, a fan site dedicated to Brendan Fehr (from Roswell), a personal blog and even designed sites for other people. &amp;nbsp;It quickly became one of my favorite things to do and I realized this was what I wanted to do with my life. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Then (circa 1999): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img height="135px;" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/JZnxQZCI87fdNund2GcJCc_gEwQHFoo0VhTC70MvniJ9fjQCkEbwjxpGkrS2sC1v1-0IVbiPzdIHlaOxB6Zc8eGa95qfQNbbKayDge54c_78QKtvZNU" width="560px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Now:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img height="113px;" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/du8j6mY3J6TCHqpayd4FvwszvBa3cukGE83eXkbVgnWg4qvSbsvSP9-jHAHIcy2psTr2sgdPHIyoBLytYA5egN0-C5M-TptpTq4LaVslLrqo6-TPigY" width="507px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I’ve come a LONG way :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;PS. &amp;nbsp;The last “big” movie Brendan Fehr did was ABC Family’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1600058/"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: #fc3a51; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;The Cutting Edge: Fire &amp;amp; Ice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;A movie he was far too old to be in. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoupleOfCrumbs/~4/OI9_FCVLftg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/feeds/5285478755526314144/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/2012/06/red-velvet-discovery.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3814158959781565779/posts/default/5285478755526314144" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3814158959781565779/posts/default/5285478755526314144" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoupleOfCrumbs/~3/OI9_FCVLftg/red-velvet-discovery.html" title="Red Velvet: Discovery" /><author><name>Couple of Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11386889560953952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vr_nUGjNtow/T8i3V335WFI/AAAAAAAAA8U/eFMhUg1fUac/s220/3nc8i4c43wi63s4aswm4.jpeg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/2012/06/red-velvet-discovery.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814158959781565779.post-5909376114326267691</id><published>2012-06-14T16:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-14T16:23:37.434-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="breakups" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dawson's creek" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dawson's creek meme" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kiss episode" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rebound relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="first kiss" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dawson jen kiss" /><title type="text">Funfetti: My First Second "Kiss"</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.simplelove2u.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/First-Kiss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.simplelove2u.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/First-Kiss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.simplelove2u.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/First-Kiss.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;One kiss I remember pretty vividly was my first one AFTER my first boyfriend had broken up with me. You know, the first boyfriend that I had crushed on for years and years, finally had a chance with, and he decided we should take a “hiatus”. (I’ve mentioned that before. We’re still on that hiatus and I’m married now and he’ll be getting married in a few months. I don’t have much love for him left, to be honest, but that’s another story. For shits and giggles check out "&lt;a href="http://coupleofcrumbs.tumblr.com/post/943350726/when-i-was-a-bad-romance-novel" target="_blank"&gt;When I Was a Bad Romance Novel&lt;/a&gt;".)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;My post-breakup kiss was with a boy who sat at my lunch table all through my freshman year of high school, while I was “secretly” dating the boy who would break my heart in about a trillion pieces.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;He was always really nice to me. Teased me a lot. We were on a school trip over a long weekend during the winter with me still listening to mixtapes that reminded me of the first boy when we started talking more and maybe quite possibly I experienced a few stomach flips.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I did not want this to be a rebound type thing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Before anything happened, I was pretty straight forward about my recent drama and my desire to wait to be in a relationship. (ha! I was so mature for a 14-year old.) Seriously, though, that kiss was inevitable.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I knew it was his first one and that made me even more nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;One day, after volleyball practice (he was on the team and I was “managing”), we stopped at the park on the street that fell smack dab in the middle of the houses and he cornered me (sweetly) on a swing until I would kiss him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;And we did and it was wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I still think about it whenever I’m home and I pass the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Then I remember when he broke up with me at a holiday dance eight months after that kiss.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;But hey, I’m old now. It’s about time I laughed about that, don’t you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Part of "Kiss": &lt;/strong&gt;Jen helping Joey cover up her "new identity" when Anderson shows up at the Ice House. (I really have no interest in Jen and Dawson kissing... ever.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellogiggles.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/dawson27-611x450.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://hellogiggles.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/dawson27-611x450.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoupleOfCrumbs/~4/u_BSjXhySRE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/feeds/5909376114326267691/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/2012/06/funfetti-my-first-second-kiss.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3814158959781565779/posts/default/5909376114326267691" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3814158959781565779/posts/default/5909376114326267691" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoupleOfCrumbs/~3/u_BSjXhySRE/funfetti-my-first-second-kiss.html" title="Funfetti: My First Second &quot;Kiss&quot;" /><author><name>Couple of Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11386889560953952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vr_nUGjNtow/T8i3V335WFI/AAAAAAAAA8U/eFMhUg1fUac/s220/3nc8i4c43wi63s4aswm4.jpeg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/2012/06/funfetti-my-first-second-kiss.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814158959781565779.post-4723583327936207241</id><published>2012-06-12T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-15T08:19:26.888-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dawson's creek" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="college" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="i'll remember you" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="redvelvet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kiss" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sophie zelmani" /><title type="text">Red Velvet: Kiss</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Oh god, the first kiss. &amp;nbsp;It’s been almost ten years (I was 18) and somehow, I still remember it clearly. Honestly, there was really nothing major leading up to it. &amp;nbsp;No big moment on the porch at the end of a date or fireworks but there was something quietly perfect about it anyway. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent;font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;My ex-boyfriend and I had known each other for two weeks. &amp;nbsp;We met on the first day of class and hit it off instantly. &amp;nbsp;He used to joke about how I barely spoke a word to him &amp;nbsp;when we met (which is true because I was focused on the programming assignment) but he couldn’t help noticing me and trying to talk to me in spite of it (which I also noticed at the time but ignored). &amp;nbsp;It had been two weeks and even though we were officially together, he hadn’t kissed me yet. &amp;nbsp;My experience with boys was pretty much nonexistent so just holding hands and having someone who wanted to be around me all the time was new. &amp;nbsp;One day I wasn’t feeling too well and decided that I was just going to sulk in bed for the afternoon. &amp;nbsp;My friend, who lived on the same floor, called my then-boyfriend telling him that he should check up on me. &amp;nbsp;Which is exactly what he did. &amp;nbsp;He came over, crawled into bed with me and we started talking. &amp;nbsp;Then one second he’s looking down at the me and the next, he’s quickly kissing me on the mouth and pulling away before I can react. &amp;nbsp;This next part still makes me smile - he asked me if this was okay (um, yes?) and I think I even laughed at him (he later admitted to being nervous). &amp;nbsp;He kissed me again and there was just something so sweet and natural about being with him. &amp;nbsp;I felt all those butterflies you hope to feel at that age (and now!). I was so in-puppy-love with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I kind of miss the innocence of that. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="263" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HUlFl3W03ss" width="351"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(FYI: This song was played during Joey's first kiss with Anderson and one of my favorite Buffy/Angel scenes.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoupleOfCrumbs/~4/e2T8dMQ56Rg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/feeds/4723583327936207241/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/2012/06/red-velvet-kiss.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3814158959781565779/posts/default/4723583327936207241" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3814158959781565779/posts/default/4723583327936207241" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoupleOfCrumbs/~3/e2T8dMQ56Rg/red-velvet-kiss.html" title="Red Velvet: Kiss" /><author><name>Couple of Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11386889560953952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vr_nUGjNtow/T8i3V335WFI/AAAAAAAAA8U/eFMhUg1fUac/s220/3nc8i4c43wi63s4aswm4.jpeg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/HUlFl3W03ss/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/2012/06/red-velvet-kiss.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814158959781565779.post-4395940555189642469</id><published>2012-06-07T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-07T09:00:05.487-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="you don't know me song" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dawson's creek" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dances" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="elementary school" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="embarrassing moments" /><title type="text">Funfetti: The Dance</title><content type="html">Hi all! Feels good to be back! :)  So dances. I have a ton of memories regarding all the events from high school: some great ones and the not so awesome ones (like when my boyfriend broke up with me during a Christmas dance). But I have one other memory from 5th grade I can't shake... When our gym teacher Mr. T started a dance unit where we learned to conga and limbo. I'm sure there were more. In fact I know there were but I have pictures of us doing those 2. I should say I'm not much of a dancer. Despite many years of ballet and jazz classes I was still shy. So one day in gym when Mr T. Was going around and dancing with everyone (including the boys) I totally freaked and ran out of the gym as he came near me and to the closest bathroom.  I stayed there until the period was over.  Totally humiliated and surprised that a good girl like me just ran away from my teacher.  Mr. T didn't think it was a huge deal at all and I can only imagine him going home and telling his wife/friends over beer about my freak out. They must have loved that story.  Even years later when I saw him in high school and beyond he never forgot that day. And neither have I. I still cringe thinking about it... And my husband laughs hysterically at the story.  I'm not even sure I learned anything from this. Is that sad? I'm still not into dancing so much and I really shy away from audience participation. It's ridiculous if you think about it. I'm still 10 years old in some ways.   Make me feel better and share one if your own embarrassing moments, would you?  Favorite Dawson's Creek Dance moment: the couple in the boat dancing to "You Don't Know Me". Oh gee how my angsty self related to that song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="263" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JYBdjmNs1FE" width="351"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoupleOfCrumbs/~4/KAnmMM_BF0c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/feeds/4395940555189642469/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/2012/06/funfetti-dance.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3814158959781565779/posts/default/4395940555189642469" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3814158959781565779/posts/default/4395940555189642469" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoupleOfCrumbs/~3/KAnmMM_BF0c/funfetti-dance.html" title="Funfetti: The Dance" /><author><name>Couple of Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11386889560953952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vr_nUGjNtow/T8i3V335WFI/AAAAAAAAA8U/eFMhUg1fUac/s220/3nc8i4c43wi63s4aswm4.jpeg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/JYBdjmNs1FE/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/2012/06/funfetti-dance.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814158959781565779.post-223795547124317079</id><published>2012-06-05T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-05T09:00:12.313-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="high school" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="best friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dawson's creek" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="redvelvet" /><title type="text">Red Velvet: The Dance</title><content type="html">I don’t really have that many vivid memories of high school dances. &amp;nbsp;My senior semi-formal and prom? Sure. &amp;nbsp;But regular, old dances... not so much. &amp;nbsp;I went to an all-girls school so our idea of a dance was inviting our “brother” school (another all-boys school) and people inviting friends. &amp;nbsp;Specifically guy friends. &amp;nbsp;None of my friends knew any guys (I just had the boy across the street) so we basically spent the night hanging out with each other. &amp;nbsp;Not really your typical dance experience at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do remember having fun though. &amp;nbsp;I still got dressed up and looked forward to a night of being with my best friends. &amp;nbsp;We hated on the popular, party girls of our class (c’mon - didn’t we all?). &amp;nbsp;We would run in the opposite direction of any guys trying to ask us to dance (I can still imagine one of my best friends at the time shaking her head no in embarrassment and dragging me across the gym). &amp;nbsp;One year, most of us were on the Student Council so we’d spend hours setting up for the dances or we’d be in charge of handing out drinks and chips. &amp;nbsp;And you know, I don’t think we ever minded that. &amp;nbsp;I don’t recall thinking to myself that I wished my high school dances were more like the ones on TV ever. &amp;nbsp;I just liked being with my friends. &amp;nbsp;With them, I was always laughing and the boy I was into hated dances anyway (but I did eventually ask him to prom!). &amp;nbsp;To me, it all worked out just fine. &amp;nbsp;And really... it’s what you make of it and to me it was just another fun night spent with the best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katie-holmes.org/gallery/albums/dc_caps/Season%201/1x02%20-%20Dance/cap0264.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://katie-holmes.org/gallery/albums/dc_caps/Season%201/1x02%20-%20Dance/cap0264.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I remember feeling so happy for Joey when she got this dance.&amp;nbsp; Even though I firmly ship P/J, this was a sweet moment.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://katie-holmes.org/gallery/albums/dc_caps/Season%201/1x02%20-%20Dance/cap0264.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Picture credit&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoupleOfCrumbs/~4/-WAe96cXebI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/feeds/223795547124317079/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/2012/06/red-velvet-dance.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3814158959781565779/posts/default/223795547124317079" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3814158959781565779/posts/default/223795547124317079" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoupleOfCrumbs/~3/-WAe96cXebI/red-velvet-dance.html" title="Red Velvet: The Dance" /><author><name>Couple of Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11386889560953952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vr_nUGjNtow/T8i3V335WFI/AAAAAAAAA8U/eFMhUg1fUac/s220/3nc8i4c43wi63s4aswm4.jpeg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/2012/06/red-velvet-dance.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814158959781565779.post-2038185476604787540</id><published>2012-06-01T09:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-01T09:02:26.324-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dawson's creek" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="summer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the pilot" /><title type="text">Starting Fresh: The Pilot</title><content type="html">We’re back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;After a six-month long hiatus, us cupcakes are back for the summer. &amp;nbsp;Both of us were thinking about COC but neither of us had brought it up until an old friend (Hi Nicole!) left a message on our Facebook page. &amp;nbsp;One thing led to another and before we knew it, we had an amazing idea for a summer series.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Are you ready for this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;We’ve always been very vocal about our love of Dawson’s Creek. &amp;nbsp;Not only was it one of our favorite TV shows, but it’s also what brought us together in the first place. &amp;nbsp;So here’s our idea: the weekly topic for our entries will be based on the names of Dawson’s Creek season one episodes! Today’s is the “Pilot”, next week will be the “Dance”, then “Kiss”, etc etc (view full list &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Dawson%27s_Creek_episodes"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). &amp;nbsp;It’s an excuse to reminisce about the good old days of rooting for Pacey &amp;amp; Joey to get together (ok ok, during season one we may have wanted Dawson &amp;amp; Joey) but it’s also a chance to write about random experiences of our own. &amp;nbsp;Maybe you’d even like to join us and leave comments detailing your own stories. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;The point is we missed COC and are super happy to be doing this again - hopefully you all feel the same way too!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photoset" id="photoset_12808543343" style="margin-bottom: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="photoset_row" style="clear: both; height: 157px; width: 600px;"&gt;&lt;a class="photoset_photo" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lunavpHTgA1qitp7go1_250.gif" id="photoset_link_12808543343_1"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lunavpHTgA1qitp7go1_250.gif" style="width: 245px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="photoset_photo" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lunavpHTgA1qitp7go2_250.gif" id="photoset_link_12808543343_2"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lunavpHTgA1qitp7go2_250.gif" style="width: 245px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photoset_row" style="clear: both; height: 157px; width: 600px;"&gt;&lt;a class="photoset_photo" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lunavpHTgA1qitp7go3_250.gif" id="photoset_link_12808543343_3"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lunavpHTgA1qitp7go3_250.gif" style="width: 245px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="photoset_photo" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lunavpHTgA1qitp7go4_250.gif" id="photoset_link_12808543343_4"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lunavpHTgA1qitp7go4_250.gif" style="width: 245px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Credit: &lt;a href="http://ann-perkinss.tumblr.com/post/12808543343" target="_blank"&gt;ann-perkinss.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;P.S. &amp;nbsp;Dawson’s Creek is now on Netflix Instant if you’d like to go back and watch some old episodes. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CoupleOfCrumbs/~4/ornBmDp_8kM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/feeds/2038185476604787540/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/2012/06/starting-fresh-pilot.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3814158959781565779/posts/default/2038185476604787540" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3814158959781565779/posts/default/2038185476604787540" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CoupleOfCrumbs/~3/ornBmDp_8kM/starting-fresh-pilot.html" title="Starting Fresh: The Pilot" /><author><name>Couple of Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11386889560953952323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vr_nUGjNtow/T8i3V335WFI/AAAAAAAAA8U/eFMhUg1fUac/s220/3nc8i4c43wi63s4aswm4.jpeg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.coupleofcrumbs.com/2012/06/starting-fresh-pilot.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
