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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" 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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532824072195488299</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2012 08:33:19 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>I love blogs</category><category>HP</category><category>recipe</category><category>sunday love</category><category>personal</category><category>photography</category><category>tips</category><category>30 Day Challenge</category><category>poetry</category><category>film friday</category><category>random thoughts</category><category>much love monday</category><category>fill in the blank</category><category>tumblr</category><category>giveaways</category><category>style</category><category>life</category><category>davey</category><title>nynga + the bear</title><description /><link>http://ohtiffuh.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (nynga)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>306</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/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/NyngaBear" /><feedburner:info uri="nyngabear" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532824072195488299.post-8714031626851543901</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 08:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-28T03:54:40.739-05:00</atom:updated><title>this is nasty</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lJGlY0ltAB_gnAdZZxBrZ51dyTY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lJGlY0ltAB_gnAdZZxBrZ51dyTY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jacob trying the juice my sister Whitney made. He wasn't lying; it really was disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532824072195488299-8714031626851543901?l=ohtiffuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NyngaBear/~4/U67lqutMyHQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NyngaBear/~3/U67lqutMyHQ/this-is-nasty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (nynga)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ohtiffuh.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-nasty.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532824072195488299.post-9095151637397628070</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jan 2012 07:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-12T02:49:11.318-05:00</atom:updated><title>quickie</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7WJJMRdG5gEgdZQLIgU5hGoLKbg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7WJJMRdG5gEgdZQLIgU5hGoLKbg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7WJJMRdG5gEgdZQLIgU5hGoLKbg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7WJJMRdG5gEgdZQLIgU5hGoLKbg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;HIYA! I'm back &amp;amp; I know it's late but...HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;
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It's funny. One of the things I wanted to do this year was blog more &amp;amp; I started off not blogging. But for good reason. I took sick again--another sinus infection. Can you believe it?--&amp;amp; just didn't feel up to doing actual blogging or checking out blogs for that matter. I just FINALLY got caught up on everything, like, yesterday so...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;
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UPDATES:&lt;br /&gt;
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When I was at the doctor, I met a dude named Randy who was my nurse. He was awesome &amp;amp; hilarious. He asked if he could call me t-fult which I didn't get &amp;amp; still don't. Maybe I missed something.&lt;br /&gt;
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Met &lt;a href="http://ohtiffuh.blogspot.com/2011/11/11-is-number.html"&gt;cute pharmacist&lt;/a&gt; again when I went to pick up my medicine.&lt;br /&gt;
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Since I'm starting to feel more like myself again, I need to get back to my 5K training. TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;
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There's still no snow in these parts. How upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;
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Started watching a show called &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Downton_Abbey"&gt;Downton Abbey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Finished both seasons in less than two weeks (the second season just started in the US this past Sunday on PBS, but I've already downloaded the whole thing. Muhahah). I recommend this show so hard. For real. Watch it. You will not be sorry &amp;amp; you'll be begging for more.&lt;br /&gt;
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THE GOLDEN GLOBES ARE THIS SUNDAY. wut wut.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was watching Jay Leno (I don't even like him, but I heard&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;my husband&lt;/strike&gt; Liam Neeson was gonna be on so I had to suffer through it for him.) &amp;amp; turns out &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Taken 2&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;is currently being filmed. I don't know about you, but I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;amp; some other things that aren't really exciting, but don't feel like writing right now. It's almost 3 in the morn so I've off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532824072195488299-9095151637397628070?l=ohtiffuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NyngaBear/~4/2J1ZAHurCwQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NyngaBear/~3/2J1ZAHurCwQ/quickie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (nynga)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ohtiffuh.blogspot.com/2012/01/quickie.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532824072195488299.post-3993955979740990936</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Dec 2011 03:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-27T19:33:01.343-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><title>MERRY CHRISTMAS</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Wl1-Xh0mJyyUZlNeU6qbpsXSRd8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Wl1-Xh0mJyyUZlNeU6qbpsXSRd8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Wl1-Xh0mJyyUZlNeU6qbpsXSRd8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Wl1-Xh0mJyyUZlNeU6qbpsXSRd8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="400" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/34204804?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Spent a few hours with these beauties today. They're 4 days old. Such good babies. Here's a little something I put together for the family. Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope everyone had a swell holiday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532824072195488299-3993955979740990936?l=ohtiffuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NyngaBear/~4/g2e34FMKGSM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NyngaBear/~3/g2e34FMKGSM/merry-christmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (nynga)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ohtiffuh.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532824072195488299.post-9010239061167260752</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Dec 2011 16:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-23T11:15:02.579-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">film friday</category><title>We Need to Talk About Kevin</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hwh3E_o7duRWxo8JtBEVVFyDoZY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hwh3E_o7duRWxo8JtBEVVFyDoZY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hwh3E_o7duRWxo8JtBEVVFyDoZY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hwh3E_o7duRWxo8JtBEVVFyDoZY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="424" src="http://www.themarshalltown.com/zine/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/936full-we-need-to-talk-about-kevin-artwork.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I saw this a few weeks ago &amp;amp; oh my god. &amp;nbsp;A total must-see. Seriously. If you're wondering, yes, it's based off &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/We-Need-Talk-About-Kevin/dp/006112429X"&gt;the book with the same name&lt;/a&gt;. It's about a woman (played by Tilda Swinton) coping with the crime her teenage son (Ezra Miller). The crime? He goes on a killing spree at his high school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="425" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YVvRHzTEzeQ" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532824072195488299-9010239061167260752?l=ohtiffuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NyngaBear/~4/CNsfvJYUBaI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NyngaBear/~3/CNsfvJYUBaI/we-need-to-talk-about-kevin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (nynga)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/YVvRHzTEzeQ/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ohtiffuh.blogspot.com/2011/12/we-need-to-talk-about-kevin.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532824072195488299.post-535141713715743958</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Dec 2011 21:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-22T16:00:41.495-05:00</atom:updated><title>TWINS!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2hijckagHuZCglCsauPxFuDRqMo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2hijckagHuZCglCsauPxFuDRqMo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My sisters, mom, aunt (grandma for the 4th &amp;amp; 5th time!) &amp;amp; I &amp;nbsp;spent a good few hours at the hospital waiting for these little ones to be born. They are super adorable &amp;amp; I can't wait to hold them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1009.photobucket.com/albums/af220/nynga/DSCN1998_zoom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Terrible photo, but this was the best I could get since we weren't allowed in. When we were leaving, we stopped for coffee &amp;amp; the guy there gave us free donuts. What a swell day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532824072195488299-535141713715743958?l=ohtiffuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NyngaBear/~4/zbjRwPm_WRc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NyngaBear/~3/zbjRwPm_WRc/twins.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (nynga)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ohtiffuh.blogspot.com/2011/12/twins.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532824072195488299.post-1749550421226051305</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2011 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-21T10:00:00.187-05:00</atom:updated><title>eight nynga things</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZHJodGH_c-lTtJ3Khe3Rv8vIX6w/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZHJodGH_c-lTtJ3Khe3Rv8vIX6w/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZHJodGH_c-lTtJ3Khe3Rv8vIX6w/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZHJodGH_c-lTtJ3Khe3Rv8vIX6w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;1. When I went to see Sherlock Holmes last Friday night, they played the Dark Knight Rises trailer. Now, aside from the fact that Anne Hathaway is in it as cat woman (Why, Chris Nolan? Why?), this movie looks epic &amp;amp; Christian Bale looks edible.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. Speaking of Chris Nolan, the new Batman movie is totally Inception 2 without Leo Dicaprio &amp;amp; Ellen Page…&amp;amp; the whole inception plotline.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. I went to see a &amp;nbsp;movie by myself for the first time when I went to see Shame. It was nice. I think I’m gonna do it more often.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. I’ve been sleeping more &amp;amp; writing less because of this stupid thing I’ve got called a sinus congestion. It’s so hard to concentrate with all that going on.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. I turned 20 earlier this month. On the 7th. It was rad. You should've seen my cake. Actually, I have a very funny story about the cake...I'll save it for later.&lt;br /&gt;
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6. There are only 10 days left of 2011. How the fuck did that happen?&lt;br /&gt;
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7. THE HOBBIT TRAILER CAME OUT. I may have had a&amp;nbsp;miniature freak out. Oh my god, do I really need to wait until December of next year to see this? I CAN'T WAIT THAT LONG. WHAT IF I DIE?&lt;br /&gt;
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8. My cousin is having her babies tomorrow! TWINS. A boy &amp;amp; a girl. &lt;a href="http://ohtiffuh.blogspot.com/2011/03/kids-for-day.html"&gt;Siblings to these little kiddies&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://i1009.photobucket.com/albums/af220/nynga/DSCN1826.jpg"&gt;this fella&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532824072195488299-1749550421226051305?l=ohtiffuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NyngaBear/~4/96DanGxercE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NyngaBear/~3/96DanGxercE/eight-nynga-things.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (nynga)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ohtiffuh.blogspot.com/2011/12/eight-nynga-things.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532824072195488299.post-1729102363714192902</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2011 03:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-17T00:03:51.727-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">film friday</category><title>Shame</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G4xgZnFJH6AA3KTLmfqXXkrs_B4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G4xgZnFJH6AA3KTLmfqXXkrs_B4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G4xgZnFJH6AA3KTLmfqXXkrs_B4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G4xgZnFJH6AA3KTLmfqXXkrs_B4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://boxofficebuz.com/images/movies/1508/videos/shame-movie-image-michael-fassbender-carey-mulligan-02.jpeg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Today, I headed over to the Main Art Theatre to see &lt;i&gt;Shame&lt;/i&gt;. Finally. Very raw, real &amp;amp; honest film. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Although it's not necessarily for everyone, I suppose. It's not a typical drama. There's not much dialogue or character depth, but basically, it's a film that follows the life of sex addict Brandon&amp;nbsp;(played by fellow homie Michael Fassbender) whose estranged sister (Carey Mulligan) comes to visit without notice &amp;amp; interrupts of daily sex routine.&lt;br /&gt;
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Y'all know (if not, well now you do) that I've been rooting for Michael pretty much since he started his career (he just got nominated for a Golden Globe. Proud mama is proud.) so I knew this was a must-see from the get go. Plus I really loved the previous film he did with &lt;i&gt;Shame&lt;/i&gt; director Steve McQueen called &lt;i&gt;Hunger &lt;/i&gt;(a must-see).&lt;br /&gt;
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I recommend this. It is rated NC-17. So if penises, breasts &amp;amp; simulated sex/masturbation makes you uncomfortable, you might want to sit this one out or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;img height="382" src="http://www.shockya.com/news/wp-content/uploads/shame-movie1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532824072195488299-1729102363714192902?l=ohtiffuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NyngaBear/~4/Ke-PnOsQhpo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NyngaBear/~3/Ke-PnOsQhpo/shame.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (nynga)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ohtiffuh.blogspot.com/2011/12/shame.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532824072195488299.post-4023569686655208587</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2011 23:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-08T18:43:10.854-05:00</atom:updated><title>holiday questions</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iqi8KKh7sOdWQ4K51G4bwQGHz9Q/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iqi8KKh7sOdWQ4K51G4bwQGHz9Q/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iqi8KKh7sOdWQ4K51G4bwQGHz9Q/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iqi8KKh7sOdWQ4K51G4bwQGHz9Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hiya. I've seen these questions on a few blogs lately, but it's only when I came across these questions on &lt;a href="http://babymakingbybecky.blogspot.com/2011/12/holiday-questionnaire.html"&gt;Becky's blog&lt;/a&gt; that I decided to actually do them myself. So, here they are:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Egg nog or hot chocolate? &lt;/b&gt;Hot chocolate. Egg nog is gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When we were kids, he used to wrap our presents &amp;amp; sit them under the tree, but now since we're older, he doesn't even bother with either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Colored lights on tree/house or white?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Colored. We've got the flashing ones that come with the tree. They fade &amp;amp; change to different colors. TRIPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Do you hang mistletoe?&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;...No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;When do you put your decorations up?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A little after Thanksgiving, usually, but we haven't even put anything up yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;What is your favorite holiday dish?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Green bean casserole. But only if I make it because I make it taste awesome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Favorite holiday memory as a child?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I remember never ever getting any sleep the night before Christmas because I was trying desperately hard to meet Santa Claus (&amp;amp; I was excited to get some presents). &amp;nbsp; I used to creep out of bed every 20 or so minutes. The 20th time I got up, there were presents under the tree. It was like magic. I woke up the entire house (my mom, my dad &amp;amp; my sisters. My dad usually stayed in bed because sleep is better than seeing your kids happy faces as they open presents that Santa brought them on Christmas morning, duh.) Then we'd take a nap &amp;amp; later that day, we'd hang out with family (which meant more presents) &amp;amp; have dinner or whatever. God, I miss being a kid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;8.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't exactly remember how, but when I found out, I was a tad bit heartbroken &amp;amp; I was really amazed by how oblivious I was as a kid. The clues that Santa was a fake were all there. I mean, my mom &amp;amp; Santa had very similar handwriting. &amp;amp; where the hell did he enter through? We didn't have a fireplace/chimney (in &lt;i&gt;The Santa Clause&lt;/i&gt; they did explain that but...I never that movie as a small child.) But man, I wish he were real. I wish he were real almost as much as I wish Hogwarts were real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;9.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;10.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;How do you decorate your Christmas tree?&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Randomly. It looks very thrown together even though we usually spend hours on it. We have lots of ornaments. New &amp;amp; old. Way back to when I was in early elementary. Ah, those were the days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;11.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Snow! Love it or dread it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I LOVE SNOW. Winter is my all time favorite season. Michigan is getting jipped on the snow though. The snow we did get&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;stayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;around for a very short time...but it was gorgeous. I just love how it looks when it snows on my street. It's looks like a painting. A painting painted with 3D paint, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;12.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Can you ice skate?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;No. I wish I could. I'm a klutz so I don't see it happening for me. I love watching people ice skate though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;13.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Do you remember your favorite gift?&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I loved everything. I think, though, one year I got a giant stuffed dog. If you thought I was an animal lover now, you should've seen me as a kid. I was obsessed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;14.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;What’s the most important thing about the holidays for you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My sisters &amp;amp; Christmas movies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;15.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;What is your favorite holiday dessert?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't have a specific favorite. If it's not gross, I'll eat it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;16.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;What is your favorite holiday tradition?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Tradition was a big thing when we were kids &amp;amp; when a lot more of our relatives were still living. Not so much now. But one thing we always do every year is have fun. We make sure whatever we do--whether it's staying at home &amp;amp; eating Chinese food, being stuck in traffic or going over our dad's stupid cousins house &amp;amp; playing that stupid white elephant game (which is only stupid if we're over there. any other time it's fun) with a ton of boring upper class, close-minded church people we just met literally 10 minutes ago--we make sure we have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;17.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;What tops your tree?&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;A raggedy star because we're too attached to the one we have now to get a new one. It's still hanging in there though. It's got, what, another 20 years or so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;18.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Which do you prefer: giving or receiving?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I get joy out of both. For obvious reasons, I love receiving gifts &amp;amp; if you would've asked me that 5 years ago, I would've told you flat out that I prefer getting my own present. But now, I love getting stuff for other people just so I can see the look on their faces when I see them open it. Kids are easier to please so they're often the ones I'm giving to. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;19.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Candy canes: yuck or yum?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Yum, but only the traditional peppermint kind. Another other kind is weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&gt;20.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Favorite Christmas show?&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;As a kid, my grandma (rest her precious soul) had us watch these Wee Sing videos &amp;amp; one of our favorites was called &lt;i&gt;The Best Christmas Ever&lt;/i&gt;. Not gonna lie, I still watch that movie every year. It's just so great. It's funny, super corny &amp;amp; there's singing &amp;amp; dancing. If a Christmas movie doesn't have singing plus a good story line, I'm not hooked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;21.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Saddest Christmas song?&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sad? Aren't Christmas songs suppose to be happy &amp;amp; uplifting? Those are the only kind I listen to. Oh wait, that song about grandma getting run over by a reindeer is pretty shitty. Who thought that was a good idea for a song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;22.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite Christmas song?&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;DON'T MAKE ME PICK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;23.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Do you use an Advent&amp;nbsp;calendar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;24.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Do you go to church on Christmas?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;No.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;25.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;What were your Christmas morning rules as a kid?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Uh, we didn't really have rules. Whenever we got up, we were allowed to open presents, &amp;nbsp;play with our presents if they were toys, make a ton of noise...If it was really early (which is usually was) we'd go back to bed for a few hours. It wasn't exactly a rule. Just something that happened every year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532824072195488299-4023569686655208587?l=ohtiffuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NyngaBear/~4/b28H5i2vw6s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NyngaBear/~3/b28H5i2vw6s/holiday-questions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (nynga)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ohtiffuh.blogspot.com/2011/12/holiday-questions.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532824072195488299.post-5297103272852273522</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2011 04:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-01T00:17:18.616-05:00</atom:updated><title>birthday list</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YuFqFEkExjABPuS2-pyIUIBINT8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YuFqFEkExjABPuS2-pyIUIBINT8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YuFqFEkExjABPuS2-pyIUIBINT8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YuFqFEkExjABPuS2-pyIUIBINT8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wherethelovelythingsare.com/storage/september2011childhoodfavorites6.png?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1317181474528" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.wherethelovelythingsare.com/storage/september2011childhoodfavorites6.png?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1317181474528" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A week from today, it is my birthday. Say whhhaaaat?&lt;br /&gt;
Here's a list of things I want.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1: To finish my writing projects. I have 2 &amp;amp; they're not even halfway done yet. We'll see how this goes.&lt;br /&gt;
2: Some new t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;
3. CAKE. TRIPLE CHOCOLATE CAKE, PLEASE. FROM SAMS CLUB.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;amp; that's it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Also, I'd like a party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532824072195488299-5297103272852273522?l=ohtiffuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NyngaBear/~4/qySbkl_PTTc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NyngaBear/~3/qySbkl_PTTc/birthday-list.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (nynga)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ohtiffuh.blogspot.com/2011/11/birthday-list.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532824072195488299.post-1325178740010283778</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2011 18:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-27T13:30:01.525-05:00</atom:updated><title>me + kyle</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/huzhqZC6uSbd84Kmtr7UV9Aj9Ng/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/huzhqZC6uSbd84Kmtr7UV9Aj9Ng/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/huzhqZC6uSbd84Kmtr7UV9Aj9Ng/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/huzhqZC6uSbd84Kmtr7UV9Aj9Ng/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="488" src="http://i1009.photobucket.com/albums/af220/nynga/DSCN1986.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was me fresh out of the SP set, yo.&lt;br /&gt;
Forgive my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532824072195488299-1325178740010283778?l=ohtiffuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NyngaBear/~4/T4NU6neT8Hw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NyngaBear/~3/T4NU6neT8Hw/me-kyle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (nynga)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ohtiffuh.blogspot.com/2011/11/me-kyle.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532824072195488299.post-2631834509422956354</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2011 15:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-27T10:30:01.413-05:00</atom:updated><title>just for laughs</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VXgDfEp4OZwU8BxbtjRBC6-Qc5Q/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VXgDfEp4OZwU8BxbtjRBC6-Qc5Q/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VXgDfEp4OZwU8BxbtjRBC6-Qc5Q/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VXgDfEp4OZwU8BxbtjRBC6-Qc5Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="425" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xP1-oquwoL8" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532824072195488299-2631834509422956354?l=ohtiffuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NyngaBear/~4/OSqMX0EnteI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NyngaBear/~3/OSqMX0EnteI/just-for-laughs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (nynga)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/xP1-oquwoL8/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ohtiffuh.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-for-laughs.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532824072195488299.post-7270080371887239837</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Nov 2011 07:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-28T15:17:21.492-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><title>concert experience</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KTpB02nAIpjK4XEcA0bMK0Tz_ko/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KTpB02nAIpjK4XEcA0bMK0Tz_ko/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KTpB02nAIpjK4XEcA0bMK0Tz_ko/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KTpB02nAIpjK4XEcA0bMK0Tz_ko/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv6pc6GM4O1qa7wefo1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=AKIAJ6IHWSU3BX3X7X3Q&amp;amp;Expires=1322597814&amp;amp;Signature=0QUnaBQnph61bim2pvIQhk7i700%3D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv6pc6GM4O1qa7wefo1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=AKIAJ6IHWSU3BX3X7X3Q&amp;amp;Expires=1322597814&amp;amp;Signature=0QUnaBQnph61bim2pvIQhk7i700%3D" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;a &lt;a href="http://teriterrorist.tumblr.com/"&gt;photographer&lt;/a&gt; from Wednesday night took this photo. I was way up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wednesday was the night. The night I saw Simple Plan &amp;amp; yeah, it was one of the best nights ever. Now, I've been to a bunch of concerts in my lifetime, but this was by far the best one yet. I'm sometimes--if not always--bored with some of the opening acts (especially if I've never heard of them) as soon as they start, but this time EVERY SINGLE BAND WAS GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The first band to play was Mairanas Trench who I haven't even heard of before that night, but they put on a really good show. The lead singer has an angelic voice. I was sort of sad when they got off stage. Next up was The Cab. I've only heard one song by this band called &lt;i&gt;I'll Run&lt;/i&gt; &amp;amp; I heard it, like, 4 years ago. Turns out, it was the first song they've ever written together or something. They were cool live. But at this point, I was really awaiting the next band who just happened to be Foreve/r the Sickest Kids. MY DUDES. I caught one of Kyle's drumsticks during the show. Bro, I almost never catch anything thrown into the crowd. It was my night.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv5muskllH1qa7wefo1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=AKIAJ6IHWSU3BX3X7X3Q&amp;amp;Expires=1322597697&amp;amp;Signature=8msehmrBhuFo8C2Ip9EvIUPg12c%3D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv5muskllH1qa7wefo1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=AKIAJ6IHWSU3BX3X7X3Q&amp;amp;Expires=1322597697&amp;amp;Signature=8msehmrBhuFo8C2Ip9EvIUPg12c%3D" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Then finally SIMPLE PLAN. Oh my god, they were amazing. It brought me back all those years ago. They haven't changed a bit (well, maybe appearance-wise). And I almost caught another drumstick. It bounced right off my shoulder and went to some girl who gave it to the guy next to her. LIKE WHAT? They came back &amp;amp; did 3 encore songs &amp;amp; I almost had my neck snapped by this super buff guy who came out of nowhere and started jumping and&amp;nbsp;flailing&amp;nbsp;his arms in the air during a song that didn't even call for such moves.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Boo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Afterward, I fought my way out of the crowd to look for my friend who had to get out a bit early because she was feeling faint. I didn't find her, so I stood outside &amp;amp; gulped down my water. She found me a few minutes later and had me come back inside the venue. Her dad &amp;amp; his friend were there! :) She showed me the picture she took with David (bassist in Simple Plan) I almost slapped her. What, what? I was totally jealous. But then she saw Kyle (from FTSK) &amp;amp; told me to go over there so I could get my drumstick signed. So I go over there &amp;amp; get that done.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Me: "Hey, Kyle. I caught your drumstick."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;He took it from my hand &amp;amp; goes, "Hey. This is mine!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp; I'm like, "Yeah..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Kyle: Cool. Can I sign it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Me: Yeah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;He signs it. It is perfection. Then he hands it back to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Kyle: Did you enjoy the show?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Me: I did.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Kyle: Did you crowd surf?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Me: Noooooo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Kyle: Did any crowd surfers fall on you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Me: Yeah, I got punched in the face like 5 times &amp;amp; some of them fell on me...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;He then rambles about how annoying&amp;nbsp;crowd&amp;nbsp;surfers are when they fall on you &amp;amp; how he wants to punch them in the face but instead chooses to just help them along. I asked for a picture. He's all, "Yeah." So we take a picture, but my friend's like, "Oh no. It's all blurry."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Kyle: Put on the flash then!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;My friend: I don't know how!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Kyle: Give it to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;He takes the camera &amp;amp; puts it on flash.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Me: Good job.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;He nods in agreement &amp;amp; we retake the picture.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Kyle: Uh oh. Who's awesome! (or something like that. I don't know)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;We laugh or whatever &amp;amp; I say thanks &amp;amp; I go over to see Jonathan.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
These girls were talking up Jonathan who was just sort of standing by the merch table. I went and stood next to them. He acknowledged me with a nod then went back talking to them. I didn't want to break up this conversation so I waited until he was done. When they went away, I was like, "Hey Jonathan. Sign this?" I gave him a white t-shirt. He's all, "I don't have a pen." I'm like, "I do." He's like: "oh, you're prepared." &amp;amp; I'm like "Well, my friend is. It's not my pen." He's like "oh" then signs my shirt. I'm slightly irked that he doesn't remember me so I remind him of who I am &amp;amp; he's like: OH YEAAAAAAH. as he hands me back my t-shirt &amp;amp; pen. "You got new glasses" Me: "Yeah." &amp;amp; then he's like: "Lets hug." So we do &amp;amp; he says in my ear: Thanks for coming tonight, sweetie. And I'm like "No problem." And we break &amp;amp; I turn to go, but then I remember that I want a picture. So I turn back, "Oh, yeah. Could I get a picture?" He's like "Of course." He grabs me and pulls me close (like really close) &amp;amp; says in my face: "So we can cherish this moment forever?" &amp;amp; I'm like: "Yeah, duh." &amp;amp; then we pose, my friend snaps the picture. He stills holds on to me and goes, "Okay, baby girl, thanks again. You take care. Nice seeing you again." I guess him an affectionate arm squeeze &amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; say: "You too. See you next time."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My friend was later confused. In the car she's like, "What were you and that guy from that band doing?" I didn't know how to answer because, uh, I don't know. So I just said: "We know each other" &amp;amp; left it at that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Much later we met two guys from Simple Plan: Seb (guitatist) &amp;amp; Pierre (lead singer). They were cool &amp;amp; nice (as always) &amp;amp; I gave Pierre my awkward/cheesy letter I wrote for the band. I got so embarrassed afterward that I practically ran to get away from him after I handed the letter to him. Oh sweet jeebus.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On the way home, my friend &amp;amp; I were on such a high. I was already losing my voice so, uh, yeah, I'm pretty sure I sounded like a drunk cow. I didn't care. When I got home, I had to cook food for Thanksgiving the following day. It was, like, 1 in the morning &amp;amp; I barely had a voice left &amp;amp; I was tired. I was a extremely sore zombie when I went to hang out with my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532824072195488299-7270080371887239837?l=ohtiffuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NyngaBear/~4/XaNs9xA1g3Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NyngaBear/~3/XaNs9xA1g3Y/concert-experience.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (nynga)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ohtiffuh.blogspot.com/2011/11/concert-experience.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532824072195488299.post-1101173035903491954</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2011 04:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-25T00:02:13.049-05:00</atom:updated><title>happy thanksgiving</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LMCywEjH2zD0D1XH1iI9Aw8Bj9o/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LMCywEjH2zD0D1XH1iI9Aw8Bj9o/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LMCywEjH2zD0D1XH1iI9Aw8Bj9o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LMCywEjH2zD0D1XH1iI9Aw8Bj9o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://distilleryimage0.instagram.com/9456f19e164511e1a87612313804ec91_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On a daily basis, I am thankful for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. My sisters. Seriously the best sisters I could ask for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. My mom &amp;amp; dad. I wouldn't be here without them obviously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. The rest of my family. Unlike any family I've ever encountered. I'm glad I got stuck with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. My puppy Davey for obvious reasons. Although...he's not much of a puppy anymore (he'll be three next June).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm also thankful for: my friends, the internet, my health, my life, films, music, being open-minded &amp;amp;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the ability to go to sweet ass show. Yep, the Simple Plan one was yesterday night. I stood on my feet for 7 hours straight, got caught up in a mosh pit, got punched in the face several times &amp;amp; had several crowd surfers fall on top on me. You can imagine how my body is feeling today. See if you can spot me in this photo. Hint: I'm near the front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope everyone had a swell Thanksgiving. I ate so much food, I think I can feel my body expanding. Totally worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;photo via Jonathan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532824072195488299-1101173035903491954?l=ohtiffuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NyngaBear/~4/-bYJYiyrUh8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NyngaBear/~3/-bYJYiyrUh8/happy-thanksgiving.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (nynga)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ohtiffuh.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532824072195488299.post-2872570184041138154</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Nov 2011 01:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-18T20:37:27.904-05:00</atom:updated><title>just randomness</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8Q7hnL-wUBItMrvV9rZZM5iyqDw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8Q7hnL-wUBItMrvV9rZZM5iyqDw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8Q7hnL-wUBItMrvV9rZZM5iyqDw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8Q7hnL-wUBItMrvV9rZZM5iyqDw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;1. I'm studying French again. I took it all four years in high school &amp;amp; haven't had one lesson since I graduated so now I've decided to pick it up again. God, I forgot how much fun learning French was. Maybe I should also go back to playing the violin in an orchestra...&lt;br /&gt;
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lol syke.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_luvmcg4RsJ1qh4zflo1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=AKIAJ6IHWSU3BX3X7X3Q&amp;amp;Expires=1321741818&amp;amp;Signature=WtfqJfvwuke1gnKloEaUWmmS9QE%3D" width="536" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2. I love Leonardo Dicaprio. Always have. I also love The Great Gatsby (one of my favorite books &amp;amp; films). But two of them together...I can't see it. I can't envision Leo as Gatsby no matter how hard I try. I will admit though, he looks pretty damn dapper in that suit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luvi2czA6j1qjbehao1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luull8grMz1qd42txo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;Michael Fassbender, I am proud. Like proud mother proud. Look at you on the cover of GQ finally getting recognized for your talents. But seriously "breakout"? You've been around for years, bro.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, you have trouble remembering who the hell he is?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, you may remember him as Stelios in &lt;i&gt;300&lt;/i&gt; or Archie Hicox in &lt;i&gt;Inglorious Basterds&lt;/i&gt; or Magneto in &lt;i&gt;X-Men: First Class&lt;/i&gt; or as Rochester in &lt;i&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/i&gt; or in his breakthrough performance in 2008's &lt;i&gt;Hunger&lt;/i&gt;. Maybe you saw none of those movies... Anyway, his upcoming projects include &lt;i&gt;Shame&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;A Dangerous Method&lt;/i&gt; (he plays Carl Jung alongside Viggo Mortenson &amp;amp; Keira Knightley) &amp;amp; &lt;i&gt;Prometheus&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532824072195488299-2872570184041138154?l=ohtiffuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NyngaBear/~4/O8Tt7AkNU3w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NyngaBear/~3/O8Tt7AkNU3w/just-randomness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (nynga)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ohtiffuh.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-randomness.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532824072195488299.post-8434177114946635549</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Nov 2011 22:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-11T17:53:48.466-05:00</atom:updated><title>11 is a number.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WiSwNemdI9JlQIOdHl6o2t_acUw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WiSwNemdI9JlQIOdHl6o2t_acUw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WiSwNemdI9JlQIOdHl6o2t_acUw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WiSwNemdI9JlQIOdHl6o2t_acUw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="480" src="http://i1009.photobucket.com/albums/af220/nynga/DSCN1974.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;11 things I did in the past few weeks:&lt;/b&gt; got sick, went to the doctor who told me I had a sinus infection, got prescribed some anitbiotics, met a cute pharmacist, visited my aunt who had major surgery, went to the doctor for a check up, got assigned an awkward but sweet doctor who looked about 20, got silently annoyed because I wanted my doctor &amp;amp; not him, my illness is gone but I have to continue taking my antibiotics until Sunday, ran every night (so far), wrote my novel.&lt;br /&gt;
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PS. Happy Veterans day &amp;amp; happy birthday Leonardo Dicaprio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532824072195488299-8434177114946635549?l=ohtiffuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NyngaBear/~4/nwVEQz4GgvI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NyngaBear/~3/nwVEQz4GgvI/11-is-number.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (nynga)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ohtiffuh.blogspot.com/2011/11/11-is-number.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532824072195488299.post-4694198315053446491</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Nov 2011 19:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-02T15:14:02.307-04:00</atom:updated><title>hello november</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bAbkB0tqBw9qQnz6H4cCTtSuWKw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bAbkB0tqBw9qQnz6H4cCTtSuWKw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bAbkB0tqBw9qQnz6H4cCTtSuWKw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bAbkB0tqBw9qQnz6H4cCTtSuWKw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="480" src="http://i1009.photobucket.com/albums/af220/nynga/DSCN1968.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;What the fresh hell? It's already November?! ONE MONTH LEFT &amp;amp; after that, no more 2011. I'm looking forward to this month. It's when I start officially (because I've been slacking for months) training my body for a 5K. It's one of my life goals to run one so I decided to get it out of the way now. I must be crazy to want to start when it's about to get colder, but hey, if I don't start soon, I'll probably never do it.&lt;br /&gt;
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This month is NATIONAL NOVEL WRITING MONTH. Which means I'll be writing a novel. I haven't started writing the actual thing yet, but I've been working on the story, the characters &amp;amp; everything since the start of this year (it was originally going to be a screenplay). I don't like to stick to the "rules" of &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/en/about/hownanoworks"&gt;Nanowrimo &lt;/a&gt;because I like to do my own thing. I like the idea of writing a novel in one month, so I'm going to do it, but with my own rules &amp;amp; at my own pace.&lt;br /&gt;
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Also, this month is when I go see SIMPLE PLAN. Okay, here's a fun fact, I frickin' love Simple Plan. In middle school, they were my all-time favorite band. 6 years ago on Oct. 30 marked the first time I saw them live &amp;amp; the first time I met them. I was in 8th grade at the time &amp;amp; I was super awkward &amp;amp; painfully shy &amp;amp; had hideous wire glasses. I waited outside for, like, 3 hours. I still have the picture of me &amp;amp; Chuck (the drummer) chillin' on my dresser. Then in 2008, my friends &amp;amp; I went to see them play in Detroit. Best night ever because A: Simple Plan (duh) &amp;amp; B: I got to meet them a second time &amp;amp; give Pierre (lead singer) the fabulous drawing I drew of them. C: We hung around downtown afterward &amp;amp; my friends dad (another SP fan) bought us donuts. DUDE, the things this band has done for me. I have never been more in love with a group of dudes than I have with them. Just...ugh. Now, the same friend I went with in 2008 just reminded me a few weeks ago that they're coming here again &amp;amp; that we should go together. Um, of course I wasn't gonna turn that down. This will be the first time I'll be going to a concert since 2009 (which is when I saw Forever the Sickest Kids who are also touring with SP so this show is gonna be all types of awesome). Freak out over because I'm beginning to sound like I'm in middle school again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanksgiving (hello food), Black Friday (hello sales!), Christmas music (&amp;amp; possible tree decorating) are also happening this month. I get into the spirit of Christmas quite early, but never, ever before Halloween &amp;amp; always the second or third week into November. It just makes sense, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay, I'm going to go listen to Simple Plan &amp;amp; make pancakes now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532824072195488299-4694198315053446491?l=ohtiffuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NyngaBear/~4/h9LHiUbLlRY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NyngaBear/~3/h9LHiUbLlRY/hello-november.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (nynga)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ohtiffuh.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello-november.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532824072195488299.post-877415459931917116</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2011 16:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-22T12:29:49.109-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">film friday</category><title>womb</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nl6j4txd1OVE7FFlkarwop-FFSo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nl6j4txd1OVE7FFlkarwop-FFSo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nl6j4txd1OVE7FFlkarwop-FFSo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nl6j4txd1OVE7FFlkarwop-FFSo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsydwpiX9X1qdej8go2_1280.png?AWSAccessKeyId=AKIAJ6IHWSU3BX3X7X3Q&amp;amp;Expires=1319387355&amp;amp;Signature=FkiJ2YaAC91K6Egm8rrL8Q07%2Fc8%3D" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have a confession to make:&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;I have a &amp;nbsp;crush on Matt Smith.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I blame tumblr &amp;amp; Doctor Who. But what really did me in was this movie called &lt;i&gt;Womb&lt;/i&gt;. It's a Romance/Drama/Sci-Fi &amp;nbsp;movie about these two people named Rebecca (Eva Green) &amp;amp; Tommy (Matt Smith). They meet as kids &amp;amp; they sort of fall in love. Then Rebecca moves away to Japan. She &amp;amp; Tommy don't see each other for 12 years.&amp;nbsp;When they do meet again, they hit it off right away as if picking up where they left off when they were kids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="308" src="http://i2.listal.com/image/1470286/936full-womb-screenshot.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On a road trip during a bathroom break, Tommy dies in a fatal car accident. Everything after that is very unpredictable &amp;amp; definitely not ordinary. Here's a trailer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="340" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fgCgULWns_A" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you're interested in seeing it, you could&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.putlocker.com/file/9839027F87F8C955#"&gt;watch it here.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As you can tell from the trailer, it is beautifully shot. I love that it was more character driven than plot driven &amp;amp; filled with silences &amp;amp; random dialogue. It was gorgeous &amp;amp; sad &amp;amp; depressing &amp;amp; lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And Matt Smith is perfection in this movie. His acting was great, his face was great, &lt;strike&gt;the fact that he gets naked is great,&lt;/strike&gt; he's just dasdadjasdads. I don't see how I didn't notice how awesome he was before. Maybe I was in deniable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="279" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt9widdxsA1qionlvo1_500.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532824072195488299-877415459931917116?l=ohtiffuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NyngaBear/~4/c_AFfOpSOJU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NyngaBear/~3/c_AFfOpSOJU/womb.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (nynga)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/fgCgULWns_A/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ohtiffuh.blogspot.com/2011/10/womb.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532824072195488299.post-5347561448681238757</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Oct 2011 21:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-19T17:10:37.297-04:00</atom:updated><title>fall is here</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DZiiQiGLNIQc2JwJymHbB1VwbbI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DZiiQiGLNIQc2JwJymHbB1VwbbI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DZiiQiGLNIQc2JwJymHbB1VwbbI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DZiiQiGLNIQc2JwJymHbB1VwbbI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="480" src="http://i1009.photobucket.com/albums/af220/nynga/DSCN1960.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not dead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just enjoying life &amp;amp; this awesome fall weather &amp;amp; Doctor Who.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532824072195488299-5347561448681238757?l=ohtiffuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NyngaBear/~4/RVhdCGMdUj8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NyngaBear/~3/RVhdCGMdUj8/fall-is-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (nynga)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ohtiffuh.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall-is-here.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532824072195488299.post-8063753341677762276</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Oct 2011 15:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-11T11:51:28.607-04:00</atom:updated><title>avengers assemble</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5EfEVgHOe1J7Zq5_8UD5KV4s8rY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5EfEVgHOe1J7Zq5_8UD5KV4s8rY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5EfEVgHOe1J7Zq5_8UD5KV4s8rY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5EfEVgHOe1J7Zq5_8UD5KV4s8rY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;If you don't already know this, I'm a superhero nerd. So imagine my excitement when I found out that The Avengers trailer was going to be released today. I watched it (about 90 times) &amp;amp; I can't even contain myself. It's so good!!!!!!!! dasfdkafdsafsada The super plus side to this trailer: THEY SHOW THE HULK I AM SO EXCITED &lt;s&gt;even though he's played by Mark Ruffalo &amp;amp; not Eric Bana like it should be.&lt;/s&gt; Watch it &amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; like it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="415" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eOrNdBpGMv8" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532824072195488299-8063753341677762276?l=ohtiffuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NyngaBear/~4/J6H6ZGmYvuo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NyngaBear/~3/J6H6ZGmYvuo/avengers-assemble.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (nynga)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/eOrNdBpGMv8/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ohtiffuh.blogspot.com/2011/10/avengers-assemble.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532824072195488299.post-6311864446331399786</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Oct 2011 02:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-10T22:20:34.347-04:00</atom:updated><title>that's so raven</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x9zLN28RGCjaKrXWrG5-Oj6aKtc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x9zLN28RGCjaKrXWrG5-Oj6aKtc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x9zLN28RGCjaKrXWrG5-Oj6aKtc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x9zLN28RGCjaKrXWrG5-Oj6aKtc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1009.photobucket.com/albums/af220/nynga/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN1958.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="480" src="http://i1009.photobucket.com/albums/af220/nynga/DSCN1958.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="480" src="http://i1009.photobucket.com/albums/af220/nynga/DSCN1959.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my &lt;s&gt;niece&lt;/s&gt; cousin Raven. She's made a couple appearances on the blog before. She posed for these pictures. She said: "Take a picture of me making a picture".&amp;nbsp;She's a real character. I can see her becoming an actress some day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532824072195488299-6311864446331399786?l=ohtiffuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NyngaBear/~4/qSRP1RQCrfs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NyngaBear/~3/qSRP1RQCrfs/thats-so-raven.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (nynga)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ohtiffuh.blogspot.com/2011/10/thats-so-raven.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532824072195488299.post-7005452521154527982</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Oct 2011 07:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-07T03:06:09.784-04:00</atom:updated><title>blogger meet-up</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HfcE0pzYB6IR_MnAfgf7eW_Mym8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HfcE0pzYB6IR_MnAfgf7eW_Mym8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HfcE0pzYB6IR_MnAfgf7eW_Mym8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HfcE0pzYB6IR_MnAfgf7eW_Mym8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="411" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-879Z1N8RFKk/ToD2bUwBEOI/AAAAAAAAGvk/A0lILff3IHs/s640/092711-faygotable.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is long over-due, but here are some pictures from the blogger meet-up I went to about two weeks ago. &lt;a href="http://woodstockheartfashion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brittany&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.catsmidwestmayhem.com/"&gt;Cat&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; I hopped into &lt;a href="http://chubbylumpkin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sara's&lt;/a&gt; car &amp;amp; we drove to Ann Arbor to meet up with the rest of the girls. When we got there, we snacked on Better Made chips (Michigan brand) &amp;amp; Indoor s'mores (which I didn't get to try &amp;amp; I'm so mad that I didn't because it looked really good). Also there was Faygo (another Michigan brand) &amp;amp; I got to take the Orange flavored one home. Huzzah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Other bloggers who were there: &lt;a href="http://missvinylahoy.com/"&gt;Suze&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.fashionfrugality.com/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://stayinthelines.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jaclyn&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://twosixandcounting.blogspot.com/"&gt;Liz&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was, in fact, the only non-fashion blogger there which was fine because everyone was incredibly nice &amp;amp; funny. I can't wait 'til the next Michigan meet-up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AHfAjLY-S-w/ToD3CZwUSqI/AAAAAAAAGv8/N7pff9z2y94/s640/092711-meetup4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fx2bp59MQB4/ToD2rYwtXVI/AAAAAAAAGvs/rJpiyx_i-PU/s640/092711-meetup.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H9aQfagOquU/ToD24GiNA7I/AAAAAAAAGv0/2m60VwIwfMU/s640/092711-meetup2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bO2w7Y5_-JU/ToD3L4vtD2I/AAAAAAAAGwE/qeNd6iOFjmg/s640/092711-meetup5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uqYgx3VeW28/ToD3Ve5oPbI/AAAAAAAAGwM/xTMug-M60k0/s1600/092711-meetup6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bKExqE1OjO4/ToD3fqSLVUI/AAAAAAAAGwU/Ve4n12ff9ZI/s1600/092711-meetup7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qaDO3yE5Cyw/ToDdFqEOPtI/AAAAAAAAGuM/l8Ehzk1DD6U/s640/092711-group2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532824072195488299-7005452521154527982?l=ohtiffuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NyngaBear/~4/V0kn71-dwx8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NyngaBear/~3/V0kn71-dwx8/blogger-meet-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (nynga)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-879Z1N8RFKk/ToD2bUwBEOI/AAAAAAAAGvk/A0lILff3IHs/s72-c/092711-faygotable.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ohtiffuh.blogspot.com/2011/10/blogger-meet-up.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532824072195488299.post-4690366902201182170</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2011 20:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-04T16:46:15.322-04:00</atom:updated><title>plymouth orchards</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FtODqLcwsFwW8YSbu6qivRvAnkQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FtODqLcwsFwW8YSbu6qivRvAnkQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FtODqLcwsFwW8YSbu6qivRvAnkQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FtODqLcwsFwW8YSbu6qivRvAnkQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="480" src="http://i1009.photobucket.com/albums/af220/nynga/DSCN1954.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
On Sunday, we traveled to the &lt;a href="http://ohtiffuh.blogspot.com/2010/10/apple-organ.html"&gt;same apple orchard we went to last year&lt;/a&gt; to pick up some goodies &amp;amp; to check out the animals. No hayride this time. In fact we only stayed for about 20 minutes. There were A TON of little children there...plus it didn't have the same vibe as it did last time we were there. We had fun, but mostly for the food because it was so delicious.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="508" src="http://i1009.photobucket.com/albums/af220/nynga/DSCN1942.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="472" src="http://i1009.photobucket.com/albums/af220/nynga/DSCN1943.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="480" src="http://i1009.photobucket.com/albums/af220/nynga/DSCN1944.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This little black &amp;amp; pink/white pig was so sweet. I mean, they all were but this one in particular. Very loving. I wanted to take him/her home with me. So cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="480" src="http://i1009.photobucket.com/albums/af220/nynga/DSCN1947.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="480" src="http://i1009.photobucket.com/albums/af220/nynga/DSCN1949.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="480" src="http://i1009.photobucket.com/albums/af220/nynga/DSCN1951.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In photo: Whitney, Ashley (cousin) &amp;amp; Mama. Now on the goodies:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="480" src="http://i1009.photobucket.com/albums/af220/nynga/DSCN1952.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="480" src="http://i1009.photobucket.com/albums/af220/nynga/DSCN1953.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="480" src="http://i1009.photobucket.com/albums/af220/nynga/DSCN1956.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="480" src="http://i1009.photobucket.com/albums/af220/nynga/DSCN1957.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My mom's hand decided to bomb this photo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we had fun. We drove the long way back drinking cider from tiny cups and snacking on all the food we got. SO MUCH DELICIOUSNESS IN ONE SITTING. Going back again very soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532824072195488299-4690366902201182170?l=ohtiffuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NyngaBear/~4/hqDOVGWM36M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NyngaBear/~3/hqDOVGWM36M/plymouth-orchards.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (nynga)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ohtiffuh.blogspot.com/2011/10/plymouth-orchards.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532824072195488299.post-5530065445694638900</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Oct 2011 03:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-01T01:15:25.970-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">film friday</category><title>Drive</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_g56RJbjhavG7hhQa2uMW9rOVIY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_g56RJbjhavG7hhQa2uMW9rOVIY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_g56RJbjhavG7hhQa2uMW9rOVIY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_g56RJbjhavG7hhQa2uMW9rOVIY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://img.xcitefun.net/users/2011/08/261605,xcitefun-drive-movie-poster-3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry for the silence.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No. No, I'm not. Not really. I've been busy. What else is new?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of the things I've been doing in my free-time is watching movies. Lots &amp;amp; lots of movies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I finally saw &lt;i&gt;Drive&lt;/i&gt;...&amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;the night after I watched it, I couldn't decide if I liked it or not. It was so different &amp;amp; beautiful &amp;amp; weird.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Although the Ryan Gosling obsession is a bit of annoying &amp;amp; over the top, I sort of get it. The guy is talented &amp;amp; a bit good looking. Just a bit. All you Gosling lovers out there, he looks much better in person. Believe me (&amp;amp; I know you do).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="423" src="http://www.onlinemovieshut.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/drive-movie-photos.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway onto the movie. So, I can't really spill the beans about the plot. At first, there really isn't much of one. The movie starts off as sort of slow &amp;amp;altogether there's not a lot of dialogue. But it works. I mean, this is probably my favorite Ryan Gosling movie besides &lt;i&gt;Half Nelson&lt;/i&gt; (if you haven't seen it, what are you doing with your life?) &amp;amp; &lt;i&gt;Blue Valentine&lt;/i&gt;. His acting was so effortless it was almost as if he wasn't even acting. He was scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;amp; Ron Perlman (Hellboy nerd forever) was in it dropping F-bombs like it was going out of style. I LOVED IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, go see it. You might like it, you might not. It's not for everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532824072195488299-5530065445694638900?l=ohtiffuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NyngaBear/~4/pzT6V_O14os" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NyngaBear/~3/pzT6V_O14os/drive.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (nynga)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ohtiffuh.blogspot.com/2011/09/drive.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532824072195488299.post-2658312718394810947</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Sep 2011 10:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-17T06:00:03.146-04:00</atom:updated><title>series 3</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vxPnbBKb9gs71bODaepSOh98obs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vxPnbBKb9gs71bODaepSOh98obs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vxPnbBKb9gs71bODaepSOh98obs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vxPnbBKb9gs71bODaepSOh98obs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9U0w47B0xA/THbDZIPIbSI/AAAAAAAAAZU/O6rt9Q0kfOI/s640/misfits.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
My favorite show is almost back for its third season! Last episode was almost a year ago. :O&lt;br /&gt;
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If you haven't heard of Misfits, you're totally missing out. It's a UK based show. Apparently they have &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/misfits"&gt;all the episodes on Hulu now&lt;/a&gt;.... So check it out there. It's awesome &amp;amp; they're only 6 episodes per series. It's the only show I watch besides 90210. Yeah, yeah, it's really bad &amp;amp; really lame, but that's the beauty of it. I guess you could say it's my guilty pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;HERE'S THE TRAILER TO SERIES ONE IF YOU'RE REALLY INTERESTED.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; If not...well, I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;
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PS -- Robert Sheehan will not be returning as Nathan--aka the Irish dude with the fierce curly hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532824072195488299-2658312718394810947?l=ohtiffuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NyngaBear/~4/GWZ12g_1zXU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NyngaBear/~3/GWZ12g_1zXU/series-3.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (nynga)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9U0w47B0xA/THbDZIPIbSI/AAAAAAAAAZU/O6rt9Q0kfOI/s72-c/misfits.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ohtiffuh.blogspot.com/2011/09/series-3.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532824072195488299.post-8121098391192986410</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Sep 2011 10:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-16T06:30:10.760-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fill in the blank</category><title /><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NogaKj8zidlqifdtko9FG_rMQgg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NogaKj8zidlqifdtko9FG_rMQgg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L1Ll-mu_gzM/TnLdqA-iSeI/AAAAAAAAGDk/nUen-CV2vAQ/s400/fill+it+in.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;You should always take time to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; enjoy the simple things in life or just life in general&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Love, creativity &amp;amp; Fassbender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; make(s) the world a happier place to be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can hardly wait for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;my birthday... I couldn't think of anything else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;MOVIE NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; is my favorite day of the week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Something totally dumb and ridiculous that I love is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; totally dumb &amp;amp; ridiculous jokes. Jokes that don't make sense aka the ones that I make. I may think I'm hilarious, but other people might think I need&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;counseling...or perhaps a new personality.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;If I could, I would&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;fly to New York for the New York Film Festival in a few weeks or for, I don't know, BROADWAY SHOWS OH MY GOD &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;I rather like &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; drinking coffee late at night &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;via &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://thelittlethingswedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/fill-in-blank-friday_15.html"&gt;the little things we do&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532824072195488299-8121098391192986410?l=ohtiffuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NyngaBear/~4/ybevlmB30xU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NyngaBear/~3/ybevlmB30xU/1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (nynga)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L1Ll-mu_gzM/TnLdqA-iSeI/AAAAAAAAGDk/nUen-CV2vAQ/s72-c/fill+it+in.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ohtiffuh.blogspot.com/2011/09/1.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

