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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My last two blog posts were a week apart and were both about the dumbest (and possibly my favorite) show on television. I promise I have other things going on in my life. Here are a few of those things...most of which will be getting their own post soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Today is the last day of my Advocare 10 Day Cleanse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Boys girl talk more than girls girl talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm going to a wedding and a baby shower this weekend. Not for the same person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Also, this weekend - a long awaited girls night. I say "girls" night even though I'll likely be the only one there without a boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;LA dates are over as the group heads to their first stop on their "journey" to find love...Atlantic City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad&lt;/b&gt; gets a one on one where they ride amusement rides on the Boardwalk and have awkward dinner conversation and then walk up to the very top of a light house so Desiree can be out of breath when she tells him that he's not getting a rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;For the group date... &lt;b&gt;Brooks&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Bryden&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Zack K&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Kasey&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Drew&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Juan Pablo&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Zak W&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Mikey&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Ben&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Michael&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;Chris&lt;/b&gt; compete in the Bachelor's Mr. America Pageant. This was the cheesiest thing ever but I totally loved it (even if some of the guys considered stripping an appropriate talent). Somehow, Kasey won the pageant, but Zak W got the rose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Then there's a one on one with &lt;b&gt;James&lt;/b&gt;. The pair fly over Sandy destruction with the Red Cross. Then, they meet a couple that survived the storm and give them their date to celebrate their anniversary. It was a lovely &lt;strike&gt;staged&lt;/strike&gt; feel good story. Over dinner, James admitted that he cheated on his girlfriend when he was a freshman in college and Des says it worries her. That was like ten years ago, girl. And if I could have it my way, the relationships you have your freshman year of college wouldn't count anyway. It must not bother her too much, though, because he is given a rose as they join the cute couple to dance the night away to the tunes of the artist formerly known as Hootie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;At the cocktail party, Bryden seems doubtful about the process and his connection with Desiree. He considers sending himself home, but she asks him to stay. The editors do a great job of making it look like he had a long hesitation before accepting her rose at the rose ceremony, so props to them. If he does decide to leave, he can come on down to Oxford, MS and hang out with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;After all the roses are given out, there's a lone man standing. I didn't even know who he was (it was Zack K) so it's a good thing that he's going home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Still in the running are: Ben, Brooks, Bryden, Chris, Drew, James, Juan Pablo, Kasey, Michael, Mikey, and Zak W.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My favorites are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Brooks. He's kinda perfect for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Drew. Why has he been hiding that body under all his cute jackets and sweaters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bryden. I just want to hug him. And kiss him, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Zak W. I don't know why I like him, but I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I've decided I do &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;like Ben anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Who do you like? Who do you not like? Who do you think will end up with Des?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Fayesbook/~4/fNDFfsDLgg0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wfayew.blogspot.com/feeds/3446982248938720444/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wfayew.blogspot.com/2013/06/bachelorette-week-4.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014334963263710017/posts/default/3446982248938720444?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014334963263710017/posts/default/3446982248938720444?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Fayesbook/~3/fNDFfsDLgg0/bachelorette-week-4.html" title="Bachelorette: Week 4 " /><author><name>wfayew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375306226592562128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="17" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7n4p_NrH2kM/UOWiFoJz1rI/AAAAAAAAE_0/bhMjS0u6OTk/s220/faye2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWCKVeEsnoM/UcBl5Rl0LzI/AAAAAAAAGto/PMJohkc7iS0/s72-c/Screen+Shot+2013-06-18+at+8.51.27+AM.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wfayew.blogspot.com/2013/06/bachelorette-week-4.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EGRno_fyp7ImA9WhFTGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014334963263710017.post-1893874889046369114</id><published>2013-06-11T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-06-11T08:00:27.447-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-06-11T08:00:27.447-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bachelorette" /><title>The Bachelorette: Weeks 2 &amp; 3</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Last Week, Desiree went on three dates. First, she had a one on one with &lt;b&gt;Brooks&lt;/b&gt; where they got dressed in wedding attire and hiked to the Hollywood sign then had dinner on a closed bridge and attended a private concert in the middle of nowhere. Then, she made a rap video with Soulja Boy and &lt;b&gt;Dan&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Juan Pablo&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Kasey&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Zack K&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Will&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Brian&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Drew&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;James&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Mikey&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Zak W&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Nick&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Michael&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Brandon&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;Ben&lt;/b&gt;. Lastly, she took a road trip with &lt;b&gt;Bryden&lt;/b&gt; that ended with the season's first hot tub dip. &lt;b&gt;Brad&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Chris&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;Robert&lt;/b&gt; didn't get dates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Brooks and Bryden both got roses on their one on one dates. Ben got the group date rose. All the guys hate Ben. But I like him. I also like Brian, Brooks, Bryden, Zak W, Drew, and Robert.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But Des doesn't like Robert, because she sends him home. Along with Nick M and Will. So, left competing for roses in week three are: Ben, Brad, Brandon, Brian, Brooks, Bryden, Chris, Dan, Drew, James, Juan Pablo, Kasey, Michael G, Mikey, Zack K, &amp;amp; Zak W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Now, for week three. Again, we have three dates. This time, 2 group dates and a one on one. First, there was the intense dodgeball group date with &lt;b&gt;Chris&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Brian&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Drew&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Michael&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Brooks&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Brad&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Mikey&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Brandon&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Zack K&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;Ben&lt;/b&gt;. They were split into teams but that doesn't matter because they all got to attend the after party. Well, except Brooks because he was in the ER with a broken finger. He made it back for the end of the party, but Chris ended up with the rose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Then we go back to the house where &lt;b&gt;Kasey&lt;/b&gt; is waiting to be picked up for his one on one. When Chris Harrison walks in, you know there's trouble. Plus, they've been showing the "girlfriend" on commercials for weeks. I just &lt;i&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;it was gonna be Brian. I kinda love him because he reminds me of Nick Miller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I honestly think the girl was a little crazy and just wanted to be on camera. I wouldn't have sent him home. (That's also a good reason why I'll never be The Bachelorette.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Kasey's one on one was the first adventure date of the season. They danced on the side of a building. And then they almost got blown off the building when a storm rolled through during dinner. Basically, the date sucked as bad as Kasey does - but he still got a rose. Meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The last group date was for &lt;b&gt;Dan&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;James&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Juan Pablo&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Bryden&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;Zak W&lt;/b&gt;. They trained with Hollywood stunt men but only learned how to shoot a fake gun and dodge punches. But they looked good while they were doing it. Juan Pablo won the competition but not the rose. It went to James.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Desiree canceled the cocktail party and replaced it with an afternoon pool party. Can we do this every week?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Do the guys have to get dressed for the rose ceremony or can Des pin the roses to their swim suits? &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/search/%23bachelorette"&gt;#bachelorette&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
— Faye Walter (@wfayew) &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/wfayew/status/344269665297629184"&gt;June 11, 2013&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;During the rose ceremony, Desiree sent Brandon and Dan home. Dan was hot and I never noticed. Brandon was a goober that I never liked. He also dropped the L bomb during week 3. No sir. That's saved for at least week 5. Come on now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My five favorites are Bryden, Drew, Ben, Zak W, and Brooks. Also left in the running for Des are Brad, Chris, James, Juan Pablo, Kasey, Michael, Mikey, and Zack K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Who do you think Des should end up with? Better yet, who do you think &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; should end up with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I started the year hoping to lose at least 1 pound a month. By April, I upped that number to 3. By June 1, I had lost 7. Today, it's 8. Now that I'm (slowly but) steadily losing pounds, I want more. So, to jump start the process - I'm doing the Advocare 10 day cleanse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Now, this isn't one of those crazy liquid only diets. You eat real food. Healthy, unprocessed food - no fried food, no refined or white flour/rice, no sugar, no dairy...and no alcohol. So I'll be eating a healthy diet and taking herbal supplements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I've said before that I don't have a goal weight, only a &lt;a href="http://wfayew.blogspot.com/2012/01/january-month-of-diet-exercise.html" target="_blank"&gt;goal feeling&lt;/a&gt;. Well, that's only partially true. While I do have a goal feeling -- I also have a goal weight in mind. And I'm 20 pounds away from it. Once I reach it, I have a little reward for myself. And then I'll probably set a new goal weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I started the cleanse this morning. So far, so good...but it's only Day 1. Wish me luck! (Seriously. I'm praying this isn't one of those cleanses that makes you shit your pants for 10 days straight.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'll be linking up with &lt;a href="http://dontquotetheraven.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Raven&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;afterward to discuss my experience/results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I think it was over a month ago that I promised y'all my chicken spaghetti recipe, so here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have gotten more compliments on this dish than anything else I make (other than my guac). I never ate chicken spaghetti as a kid. Actually, the first time I ate it was when I made it. But damn, it was good. Now I make it at least once a month. Here's how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What you'll need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Chicken - I prefer organic. Use a whole chicken or a cut up fryer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dry Spaghetti - 3 cups. I use thin spaghetti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Grated cheddar cheese - 3 cups. I use sharp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Salt &amp;amp; Pepper - because, always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And that's it! Now, I can't take too much credit for this recipe, as it was modified from the great &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2007/06/chicken_spaghet/" target="_blank"&gt;Pioneer Woman&lt;/a&gt; and is still pretty close to hers. I just use different soups and more bell pepper and onion. Try it her way or try it my way...just as long as you try it. It's delicious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm a planner. A list maker. A checker offer. On a small scale, at least. I don't have an overall plan for my life and where I want to go in the next few years, but I have my dinners for the week planned out every Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I swear by the &lt;a href="http://www.erincondren.com/store/index.php?cPath=1454" target="_blank"&gt;Erin Condren Life Planner&lt;/a&gt;. Which is why I just shelled out a large chunk of change this morning for my next one. My events are color coded and stickered and underlined and circled. My to do list is written out and ready to be checked off. My goals are there for me to see every day. It's perfect for someone like me (OCD).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This year, you can customize a sheet of stickers. This is what I chose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What does this say about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;1. I love sports. Obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;2. I go to a lot of concerts. These will likely run out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;3. Out of 60 stickers, for an entire year, I only chose 3 &lt;i&gt;date&lt;/i&gt;s. I guess I don't have a great outlook on my love life for the next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;4. I don't know why I put so many &lt;i&gt;wedding&lt;/i&gt;s because almost all my friends are married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;5. When I ran out of ideas, I went with &lt;i&gt;meeting&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;because I have those all the time. (I'm an important person, you know.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I work in technology and I cannot stand to have a to do list or calendar on my phone. It has to be on paper or I don't feel accomplished. Anyone else use paper planners?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I can't believe it's already June! My May goals went relatively well. I didn't spend a single dime &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;on credit&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't reach my goal of &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;posting on &lt;a href="http://fbfromthecrowd.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;FTC&lt;/a&gt; weekly&lt;/span&gt;, but I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; have a lot of posts ready to publish soon. I got up &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;early&lt;/span&gt; most days. There wasn't a day that I went to work with wet hair. Now, working out. You know I didn't accomplish this one. I did get &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;outdoors&lt;/span&gt; more...but it was to sit on my back porch, not to work out. I only lost 2 pounds, but guess what... I &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;lost 2 pounds&lt;/span&gt;. So I'm&amp;nbsp;down 7 for the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm in a community Leadership program. Our project has to be finished by July 31. I'd much rather finish it in June so that we don't have to worry about a thing in July. I'm the project manager, so I'm gonna try to make this happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I got rid of half my closet earlier this year, but I still have so many clothes and shoes and things that I never wear or use. They'll all be going to Goodwill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have a personal goal that I'd like to set for myself. And that's all I'm gonna say about this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I also have another personal goal that I am not at liberty to discuss. Just research for now, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Three more pounds. Let's do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;*Bonus goal: learn to braid my own hair. One Friday, my sister braided my hair. I didn't take it out until Monday because I knew I wouldn't be able to redo it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I didn't even realize The Bachelorette had started until a few people I follow on Twitter began live tweeting the first episode. I hadn't even looked up the guys' pics and bios and picked out my favorites yet! From the live tweets, it seems we have a lot of d-bags this season. Those are the most fun to write about, so here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Before I began Episode 1, I read everyone's bios. I'm only interested in five of the 25 guys based on that. Hopefully they won't disappoint. Brooks, Drew, Jonathan, Michael G, &amp;amp; maybe Larry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Let's find out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;1. I couldn't be the Bachelorette because I hate giving hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;2. Hashtag guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;3. Most of the guys are cuter than their bio pics. (Robert) Some, not. (Michael G)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;4. Fantasy suite guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;5. Shirtless guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;6. Is James related to Ames?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;7. Magic guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;8. Armor guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;9. Motorcycle guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;10. Homemade suit guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;11. Poem guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;12. The guy with the kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;13. The roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;*Desiree said she loves camping and road trips. Didn't she used to live in a tent/car? Awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The guy with the kid got the first rose. (His name is Ben.) Shirtless guy became pantsless guy. And also got a rose. (I don't know his name.) Other people got roses. I think Larry blew it with Des, but I'll give him a shot. Fantasy suite guy (Jonathan) blew it with me &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Des, so we sent him home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eliminated Night 1: Diogo, Jonathan, Larry, Micah, Mike R, Nick R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Still in the running: Ben, Brad, Brandon, Brian, Brooks, Bryden, Chris, Dan, Drew, James, Juan Pablo, Kasey, Michael G, Mikey, Nick M, Robert, Will, Zack K, Zak W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;After night 1, who would you take to the fantasy suite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This Tuesday definitely feels like a Monday, but I keep telling myself that it's basically almost Friday -- so I hope that's gonna get me through the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weekend Roundup&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;+ Friday night, I went to the bar with some friends. I witnessed a "grown" man act like a child, met my favorite Rebel baseball player, and got to catch up with a lot of old friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;+ Saturday, I laid out by the pool and then laid on the couch and watched two movies. Office Space and Snow White and the Huntsman. Both decent, but I probably wouldn't watch them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;+ Sunday, I barely moved from the couch. I watched three movies. Hall Pass, Boys Don't Cry, and Prometheus. I had seen Boys Don't Cry when I was younger and remembered bits and pieces. Obviously I didn't really grasp the whole concept of the movie as a child, but now I do. And it's a good one. Hall Pass and Prometheus on the other hand? Hated them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;+ Monday I went to a family cookout (not my family) and was one of 6 adults. There were 10 kids between the ages of 4 and 16. It was an experience, that's for sure. But I had a good time with good people and good food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Week Forecast&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;+ I'm hoping my sister will finally finish rereading The Great Gatsby so we can see the movie this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;+ I have to give a presentation to a group of students about our online meeting tools...on Saturday. I might show up in my swimsuit and coverup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;+ New monthly goals on Saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;+ I'll be going to my second ever baby shower this weekend. So ready for baby Luke to get here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;How was your weekend? What do you have planned for the upcoming week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Happy Friday, guys! This week has been a major adjustment...getting back to reality after 3 days of watching concerts on the beach. I definitely have a Hangout Hangover. If it was possible, I'd just stay there forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Is anyone hiring a professional music festival goer?&lt;br /&gt;
— Faye Walter (@wfayew) &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/wfayew/status/336893133566668800"&gt;May 21, 2013&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'll be recapping the concerts I saw (emphasizing my five favorites: Macklemore, The Shins, The Wild Feathers, Ra Ra Riot, and The Yeah Yeah Yeahs) on &lt;a href="http://fbfromthecrowd.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;From the Crowd&lt;/a&gt; next week. That's the place for music. This is the place for&amp;nbsp;shenanigans. So here are a few highlights from my trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I ran into a sliding glass door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My shoes broke the first day and I had to walk around barefoot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I caught the water bottle Macklemore threw into the crowd and held onto it for dear life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It is now in my office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It was a great long weekend. And now that I've recovered, it's time for another.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Fayesbook/~4/NAK4SmCDc7c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wfayew.blogspot.com/feeds/8514985386391407310/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wfayew.blogspot.com/2013/05/back-to-reality.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014334963263710017/posts/default/8514985386391407310?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014334963263710017/posts/default/8514985386391407310?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Fayesbook/~3/NAK4SmCDc7c/back-to-reality.html" title="Back to Reality" /><author><name>wfayew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375306226592562128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="17" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7n4p_NrH2kM/UOWiFoJz1rI/AAAAAAAAE_0/bhMjS0u6OTk/s220/faye2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OnkW0ArSlOM/UZ4gL-OumsI/AAAAAAAAGng/lWHoyl3EtvI/s72-c/Screen+Shot+2013-05-23+at+8.56.52+AM.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wfayew.blogspot.com/2013/05/back-to-reality.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQERnY5eCp7ImA9WhBbF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014334963263710017.post-3182018005628776449</id><published>2013-05-16T06:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-05-16T06:38:27.820-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-16T06:38:27.820-05:00</app:edited><title>Hangout</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm taking a break from Jenni's Blog Every Day in May Challenge because today's prompt is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Something difficult about your "lot in life" and how you're working to overcome it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Since I am currently headed to the beach, I have decided not to complain about my lot in life. It just doesn't seem fair. But don't worry -- I'll be back Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If you're &lt;i&gt;hanging out&lt;/i&gt;...come find me. I'll be posted up at the Boom Boom tent from the moment I arrive until I see Macklemore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6am - 7:30am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Wake up, feed dogs, shower, discover Milo has been bad, love on Mosby, get ready, leave for work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8:00am - 10:00am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Arrive at work, catch up on things I should have done Monday, work on checking off my to do list (all while adding more things to it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11:00am - 12:00pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There will likely be some kind of meeting, usually via Adobe Connect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Lunch break at home with the pups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3:00pm - 5:00pm&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Check Facebook &amp;amp; read blogs because I'm probably done with work for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Whip up some dinner (usually for one), eat, clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7:00pm - 9:00pm&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Alone time with DVR or a book (and the pups).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9:30pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bedtime. Because I'm an old lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And that is my regular day. Maybe I should have detailed a day that includes happy hour drinks instead. Those are more fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Fayesbook/~4/CjiN__scXeA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wfayew.blogspot.com/feeds/1868121189862398367/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wfayew.blogspot.com/2013/05/a-day-in-life-of-faye.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014334963263710017/posts/default/1868121189862398367?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014334963263710017/posts/default/1868121189862398367?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Fayesbook/~3/CjiN__scXeA/a-day-in-life-of-faye.html" title="A Day in the Life of Faye" /><author><name>wfayew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375306226592562128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="17" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7n4p_NrH2kM/UOWiFoJz1rI/AAAAAAAAE_0/bhMjS0u6OTk/s220/faye2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hv7kjzWxG4/UZJtHLBnbBI/AAAAAAAAGmc/9LMRxs1gcsY/s72-c/day1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wfayew.blogspot.com/2013/05/a-day-in-life-of-faye.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAERno7eip7ImA9WhBbFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014334963263710017.post-6769848910077681386</id><published>2013-05-14T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-05-14T08:38:27.402-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-14T08:38:27.402-05:00</app:edited><title>Happy</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Prompt 14: Ten things that make you really happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;An afternoon snack of sunflower seeds and a Mt. Dew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Emptying my DVR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Clean sheets on a Sunday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Good laughs with friends (or strangers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The first time we sing Joy to the World in church at Christmastime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Puppy cuddles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quiet time alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Painted nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Being engrossed in a good book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Checking off the last item of my to-do list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Prompt 11: Sell yourself in 10 words or less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAl9KB0jX04/UZDprCeKB4I/AAAAAAAAGl0/4byhbIvI5Do/s1600/Faye25.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAl9KB0jX04/UZDprCeKB4I/AAAAAAAAGl0/4byhbIvI5Do/s320/Faye25.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;authentic / logical / intuitive / determined / fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 10: Most embarrassing moment (s). Spill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I guess I have some embarrassing moments from my youth. The time I thought I was picked for the Quiet Game and got up in front of the class only to realize I had not actually been picked. The time in middle school that I slipped on the wet grass in my cheer uniform, sans bloomers. The numerous times I dropped my lunch tray in the cafeteria. But those don't really stand out to me as my "most embarrassing moments".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Since my youth, I've done many things that embarrassed my friends. Usually after a few drinks. The time I danced on the poles on the MARTA in Atlanta. The time I got lost because I was following a kitten trying to feed it goldfish crackers. The many times I've fallen down in public places. But those didn't embarrass me...because I didn't remember them the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;After much thought, I have decided that I just don't get embarrassed. I've done many a foolish thing, but my skin is just too thick for it to bother me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One exception: the first time Chris Lambton called me and I stuttered like a fool. (Read that story &lt;a href="http://wfayew.blogspot.com/2010/08/awkward-pause.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 8: A piece of advice you have for others. Anything at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Figure out who you are. And be that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Change happens. Change can be good. Actually, it should be more of an evolution than a change, really. You are going to evolve over time. You're going to figure out how to be a better you...but you should still be you. Never let anyone change who you are. And don't change yourself to fit your surroundings. If anything, change your surroundings to fit you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes, this isn't easy. Sometimes the easier thing to do is to change for the benefit of others. But if you're not you...you're not going to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not." - my main man, Kurt Cobain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Fayesbook/~4/DDsXqPMS6Ps" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wfayew.blogspot.com/feeds/9095306442394893890/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wfayew.blogspot.com/2013/05/advice.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014334963263710017/posts/default/9095306442394893890?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014334963263710017/posts/default/9095306442394893890?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Fayesbook/~3/DDsXqPMS6Ps/advice.html" title="Advice" /><author><name>wfayew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375306226592562128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="17" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7n4p_NrH2kM/UOWiFoJz1rI/AAAAAAAAE_0/bhMjS0u6OTk/s220/faye2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M6LMyhVhJNU/UYpH-XEg4eI/AAAAAAAAGko/ZvxvpZPTx4k/s72-c/BlogEverday.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wfayew.blogspot.com/2013/05/advice.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4ERH49eip7ImA9WhBUGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014334963263710017.post-1328686686942502159</id><published>2013-05-07T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-05-07T08:21:45.062-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-07T08:21:45.062-05:00</app:edited><title>Stagnancy</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 7: The thing(s) you're most afraid of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The thing of which I'm most afraid is also where I take refuge from other, even lesser, fears. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Stagnancy.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Comfort. I'm comfortable where I am. I work in a college town. &lt;i&gt;My&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;college town. Thirty minutes from where I grew up. I have a routine. I have a good job. I have good friends. But it's all very stagnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm scared to move. Scared to look for a new job, to make new friends. Scared to be away from my routines, my traditions. I don't want to miss Thanksgiving with my family and I don't want to leave my friends...and I don't want to miss an Ole Miss football season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But even more than all that, I'm scared to be stuck. Scared to be here forever, with no room to grow. No new people to meet, no new experiences to discover. No new traditions and new routines.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I need to stop taking refuge in the one thing that scares me most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Fayesbook/~4/kjzfnOBV-2A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wfayew.blogspot.com/feeds/1328686686942502159/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wfayew.blogspot.com/2013/05/stagnancy.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014334963263710017/posts/default/1328686686942502159?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014334963263710017/posts/default/1328686686942502159?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Fayesbook/~3/kjzfnOBV-2A/stagnancy.html" title="Stagnancy" /><author><name>wfayew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375306226592562128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="17" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7n4p_NrH2kM/UOWiFoJz1rI/AAAAAAAAE_0/bhMjS0u6OTk/s220/faye2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wfayew.blogspot.com/2013/05/stagnancy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4BRHY_fyp7ImA9WhBUFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014334963263710017.post-4413082905399273591</id><published>2013-05-03T08:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-05-03T08:32:35.847-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-03T08:32:35.847-05:00</app:edited><title>Uncomfortable</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 3 prompt: Things that make you uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Fortunately for me, I thrive in awkward situations. So not that many things make me uncomfortable. However, there are a few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Compliments.&lt;/b&gt; I take them well. I say thank you. But then I always feel like you're supposed to respond to a compliment with a compliment. And sometimes that gets awkward. "You look pretty today." &lt;i&gt;So do you, sir.&lt;/i&gt; What? I also sometimes respond with "you too" when people tell me Happy Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Opening gifts.&lt;/b&gt; I don't show emotions. So I get uber uncomfortable when opening gifts in front of people. If I love it or if I hate it, my face will look the same. I don't want you to think I hate it, even if I do hate it...so I just try to avoid the situation altogether.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PDA.&lt;/b&gt; Not only do I not like to participate in PDA, if I'm with friends and they are publicly displaying their affection, I get very uncomfortable. Am I supposed to walk away and give them their not so private privacy? Do I just stare at the ground and twiddle my thumbs until they're finished? Uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leftovers.&lt;/b&gt; They just make me very uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What makes you uncomfortable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 2 Prompt:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Educate us on something you know alot about or are good at. Take any approach you'd like (serious and educational or funny and sarcastic).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Today's prompt threw me for a loop. Am I an expert on anything? I'm good at my job, but I'm no expert. I'm definitely not a relationship expert. I love music, but &lt;a href="http://fbfromthecrowd.blogspot.com/2013/04/from-crowd.html" target="_blank"&gt;as I've admitted&lt;/a&gt;, I really know nothing about it. Now, I am an expert on all things Kurt Cobain. But I could go on and on and on about him, and I just don't have time for that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So I'll just focus on what I was an expert on today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;How to be hungover all day without letting your superiors know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;1. Wear glasses. This is the most important thing, because no matter how good you may feel, your eyes will give you away. If you don't wear contacts or glasses and your job doesn't permit you to wear sunglasses all day...get some faux lenses and put them on. Your bloodshot eyes aren't as noticeable through the lenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;2. Dress comfortably. Today, I was to dress "business casual". I wore a cotton shift dress. Not exactly what I would call business casual, but I dressed it up with jewelry and cute shoes. You gotta make it work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;3. Drink lots of water. Or you will die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And that's how I made it through today! What are you teaching us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Fayesbook/~4/stIWsbmOcQ4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wfayew.blogspot.com/feeds/4810057469662998489/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://wfayew.blogspot.com/2013/05/expert.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014334963263710017/posts/default/4810057469662998489?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2014334963263710017/posts/default/4810057469662998489?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Fayesbook/~3/stIWsbmOcQ4/expert.html" title="Expert?" /><author><name>wfayew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10375306226592562128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="17" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7n4p_NrH2kM/UOWiFoJz1rI/AAAAAAAAE_0/bhMjS0u6OTk/s220/faye2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wfayew.blogspot.com/2013/05/expert.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQBRX0_eyp7ImA9WhBUFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2014334963263710017.post-2516960495001633630</id><published>2013-05-01T09:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2013-05-01T09:25:54.343-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-01T09:25:54.343-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="goals" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2013" /><title>May</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;April was actually quite successful! I &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt; The Great Gatsby on the plane home from my Dallas trip. I also started reading Winesburg, Ohio which was assigned to me in a college English course and somehow I never even opened it. I did very well about &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;not eating meat&lt;/span&gt;. I ate a hamburger early in the month on accident (I seriously forgot), had a small piece of steak because my friends were grilling and I couldn't turn it down, and I ate one serving of lasagna because it's my favorite food. I still consider that a win. I also succeeded in the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;no soda&lt;/span&gt; goal. I don't even miss it. Now, the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;30 Day Shred&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, Jillian. I completed the Shred on April 1 and then I didn't do it again. But, I did succeed in my weight loss goal, as &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I lost 3 pounds&lt;/span&gt;. That's 5 so far this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;1. No credit spending&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Bonus! Blog every day in May challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;May would be a hard month for me to cut out spending altogether. (I plan to do that one month soon, though.) However, I vow to not spend ANY on credit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I finally started the &lt;a href="http://fbfromthecrowd.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;music blog&lt;/a&gt; I had been dreaming about...and then only posted once. My initial goal was to post every Monday. That will happen during May. The Strokes' Comedown Machine album review and a Mikky Ekko artist review will be included.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I leave my house for work at 7:50 every morning. But sometimes, I don't get out of bed until 7:30. I usually begin my workday with wet hair and no makeup. Even though I have my own office and am the first to arrive, I want to actually wake up and get ready before I leave the house. Maybe I'll even eat breakfast. Since I have to be at work at 7:30 every day in May...this one is going to be tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know about the 30 Day Shred, but I will try my hardest to work out at least three times a week. And most importantly, one of those 3 routines will be held outdoors. Whether I'm walking the dog, playing tennis, doing yoga in the park, or walking from stage to stage in the sand at the Hangout Fest...I need to get outdoors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Three pounds. I can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Jenni from Story of My Life posted this blogging challenge (along with prompts!) and I am so excited to join in. Starting now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Do you still remember what your 2013 goals were? How are they holding up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My dad was from New York, my mom from Texas. I was born in Michigan and raised in Mississippi. (All of those will be apparent when I finally get around to posting that accent vlog.) My father passed away when I was young, so my older sister and I were raised in a single parent household. This, along with other things, caused me to "grow up" at a young age. I wouldn't have it any other way. Because of what I've been through, I am who I am. And that is a strong, independent, caring, and honest young woman. My first love in life was music, even though I don't play an instrument or sing. It always got me through the hard times. I'm still waiting to find the other love of my life. However, I am in no rush because I have the best family, friends, and dog child around. (But, I mean...if you know someone...) I work at the University where I went to college. I am active in the community in that I support my local bartenders. I know how to have a good time and I know how to give good advice. My friends love and hate me for both of those. The beginning chapters of this, the story of my life, have been hard, fun, and telling. I can only imagine what the next chapters will bring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Closure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Disclaimer: This is not a dating story, so there will be slightly less drama than my last few DD posts. This is just my thoughts on relationships from the past. Well, the end to those relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't believe you get closure from the person you were dating. It comes from within. It comes from time. It comes from friends. It comes from God. Anywhere but that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I've ended relationships that left someone asking why. I've been left asking the same question. &lt;i&gt;Why?&lt;/i&gt; Why even ask? You will never be satisfied with the answer. And it won't help you move on. Was there something you could have done differently? Maybe, but you didn't do it. And now it's too late. Was the timing just off? Possibly, but do you really want to wait around until the timing is "on"? No. Will it ever be? Probably not. Was the other person just a jerk? Very likely. And who wants to date a jerk anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't need closure. When something is done, it's done. And that's enough for me. I don't need to hash it out or have a conversation about what went wrong or what wasn't there. Something went wrong and something wasn't there. You don't have to explain your side to me and I don't want to explain my side to you. It is what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyone else feel this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The time we spent $100 at a gas station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Thursday night, my roommate's friend called her upset. She wanted to come over and get her mind off things and asked us to pick up some Bud Light Straw-ber-ita. (Because what problems aren't solved on a back porch with friends and alcohol? I know all mine are.) We&amp;nbsp;searched&amp;nbsp;the shelves of the gas station for straw-ber-itas. After a long search (and deciding to also pick up a case of normal beer), we found it. On the bottom shelf sat the case of Straw-ber-ita 24oz cans. 15 Straw-ber-ita 24oz cans. Upon picking it up, I thought, "I wonder if these are sold individually and they just haven't opened this case yet?" But we took it to the counter anyway. The attendant giggled as he asked what we were planning for the night. He then opened the case, took out one of the 24oz cans, scanned it, and typed "x15". The register displayed "60.00". And that was before he scanned the $20 case of beer. Regardless of our mistake, we had a good night. And now we have 13 24oz cans of Bud Light Straw-ber-itas on hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I saw my ex-fling at the bar two nights in a row. Both nights, he spotted me from across the bar and made a bee-line for me. He chatted for far too long, told me I looked good, and hugged me a little too tight. I understand remaining cordial and even possibly being friends one day, but we called it quits less than a week ago. There's no need for that much attention. When he walked away, I turned to my friend and asked, "why did he just stand here for so long? That was painfully awkward." Her response? "He must be cock-blocking you." Totally.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Saturday night, upon leaving the bar, it began POURING rain and lightening. Because it was Double Decker this weekend, the Square was completely blocked off, so our cab was picking us up about 2 blocks away. We ran through the rain, saw huge lightening bolts, and ended up getting in the cab soaking wet. This was not helped by the time I twisted my ankle at the baseball game earlier that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The time I met the cutest little baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't spend all my time drinking and falling down, I promise. Sunday, I whipped up some chicken spaghetti to take to my friends who are new parents. (Recipe coming soon.) Baby Cole is the cutest (and youngest, at 5 days old) baby I have ever seen. I did not hold him because you all know that babies scare me and I've only ever held one and I almost had a panic attack. (Well, you know that now, anyway.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;How was your weekend? Do you have any stories to tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Today, I'll be using "&lt;a href="http://www.thesweetseasonblog.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Friday's Letters&lt;/a&gt;" to explain Why I blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For myself.&lt;/b&gt; Writing is my outlet. Whether I'm writing something serious or something silly...or even just doodling song lyrics. Writing has always been my go-to when I need to think through deep feelings. When I finally had one too many post it notes lyings around, I decided to digitize my thoughts and started this blog. &lt;b&gt;For my friends. &lt;/b&gt;My blog isn't one of those where nobody that I know in real life knows about it (though sometimes I wish it was). I share funny, sad, and sweet stories that my friends love to read. We're all scattered over the globe now (from the MS coast to NYC to Dallas to San Diego) so face to face interaction doesn't get to happen all that often. &lt;b&gt;For my mom.&lt;/b&gt; Just to embarrass her. &lt;b&gt;For the community.&lt;/b&gt; Blogging brings together so many people from across the world! I have made great friendships through blogging. And even those bloggers with whom I don't have a personal friendship, I feel like I do because I read about their life daily. &lt;b&gt;And lastly, for the link ups. &lt;/b&gt;Like these three I'm joining today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is my jam. And yes I know all the words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ladies &amp;amp; Gentlemen&lt;/span&gt;...(well, mommies &amp;amp; expectant mommies &amp;amp; people who plan to be mommies in the future...or daddies, y'all too) &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I present to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My friend (and first time mom) Trinity has put together this great place for you to recycle (re-sell!) all of those precious monogrammed clothes that your baby no longer wears. It's good for the Earth, for your pocketbook, for closet space...and for little boys &amp;amp; girls out there who have the same name or initials as your little one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Not to rain on the parade of your babe's unique name, but I'm sure there's another&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;little Lily or Aiden or Metta World Peace out there who can wear those duds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Check out &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;WornOneTime&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wornonetime.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/WornOneTime/162088203945480" target="_blank"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/WornOneTime" target="_blank"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have so many good posts floating around in my head and it would be a real shame if I just let them spill out without proper care. So, this morning. You get gibberish. (Because I missed you and wanted to post &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;+I had a great time on vacation in Dallas. I bought &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://instagram.com/p/YTBEFXFBDB/" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;+I reread The Great Gatsby. It gets better every time. I cannot wait for the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7AFnJbETLw" target="_blank"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;+I don't listen to country music, but this &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7yg05svXp98" target="_blank"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is hilarious and awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;+I gave a second chance to &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wfayew.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-dating-diaries-vol-5.html" target="_blank"&gt;someone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who didn't even deserve the first. I'm sure we all know how that turned out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(Go ahead, say it. You told me so.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;+&lt;a href="http://macklemore.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;These guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are my current obsession. I can't get enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;+My &lt;a href="http://wfayew.blogspot.com/2013/04/april.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;April goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aren't a complete failure so far. I'm ready to set some more for May!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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