tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90545674854375808092012-01-26T13:24:10.311-08:00mrsbumblebeenoreply@blogger.comBlogger271125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567485437580809.post-30463971487557481052012-01-26T13:24:00.000-08:002012-01-26T13:24:10.320-08:002012-01-26T13:24:10.320-08:00mrsbumblebeenoreply@blogger.com0My dad passed away on Dec. 16th. By the time Christmas came around, it didn't feel like the joyous season at all. Gifts were only exchanged with people outside of my parent's family and it was minimal and sort of pointless. I wasn't feeling any of it. But I did my best to put on a good face about it all. In the back of my mind I was already wondering what I would do for New Years Eve. By reading <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tQdK1F9DuP11yehZSnc-6tmsYWE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tQdK1F9DuP11yehZSnc-6tmsYWE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tQdK1F9DuP11yehZSnc-6tmsYWE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tQdK1F9DuP11yehZSnc-6tmsYWE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PuppyLovinReflections/~4/7Q-jFZ9p1Ck" height="1" width="1"/>http://mrsbumblebee.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-of-many.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567485437580809.post-47164185865403227492012-01-25T12:35:00.000-08:002012-01-25T12:35:39.043-08:002012-01-25T12:35:39.043-08:00mrsbumblebeenoreply@blogger.com0For my whole life, same as most of you, it was always a matter of "When I get older..." I assumed "When I get older, I'll have a car/go to parties/have no curfew". Then it started to change "When I get older, I'll have a house/husband/dogs of my own" I always assumed that if I ever lived long enough and made the choice to have children, my parents and in-laws would be doting grandparents, taking <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uvEkURIHPozMrZILDSKHvLSBOzo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uvEkURIHPozMrZILDSKHvLSBOzo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uvEkURIHPozMrZILDSKHvLSBOzo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uvEkURIHPozMrZILDSKHvLSBOzo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PuppyLovinReflections/~4/R_ToXUwIw6U" height="1" width="1"/>http://mrsbumblebee.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-i-get-old.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567485437580809.post-88568200738193011162012-01-18T13:25:00.000-08:002012-01-25T12:45:11.222-08:002012-01-25T12:45:11.222-08:00mrsbumblebeenoreply@blogger.com0 I've lost several people who have been close to me throughout the years. I've always been very strong to get through those difficult times as my heart hurts. However, with my dad passing...the hurt is different. It's unbearable and suffocating.  I also tend to make drastic decisions when I am hurting. Like I'll go hack 6 inches of hair off. However this time...I took it to a whole new level. <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I-xLQcWNtnZuvLmDj97b1AiJZb8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I-xLQcWNtnZuvLmDj97b1AiJZb8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I-xLQcWNtnZuvLmDj97b1AiJZb8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I-xLQcWNtnZuvLmDj97b1AiJZb8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PuppyLovinReflections/~4/b-tQd2I_jQQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://mrsbumblebee.blogspot.com/2012/01/hurt.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567485437580809.post-44824800741701260072012-01-17T12:44:00.001-08:002012-01-18T13:04:56.323-08:002012-01-18T13:04:56.323-08:00mrsbumblebeenoreply@blogger.com0The world seems normal. My city seems normal. My work seems normal. My home seems normal. Dogs seem normal. I look normal. But I don't feel normal. I don't feel like myself. and I miss me. <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/76t_QyDztbqsD7oUobcIdKs6Kak/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/76t_QyDztbqsD7oUobcIdKs6Kak/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/76t_QyDztbqsD7oUobcIdKs6Kak/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/76t_QyDztbqsD7oUobcIdKs6Kak/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PuppyLovinReflections/~4/yIsyDfjKFL8" height="1" width="1"/>http://mrsbumblebee.blogspot.com/2012/01/world-seems-normal.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567485437580809.post-6460703401860405412012-01-12T12:36:00.000-08:002012-01-12T12:36:33.766-08:002012-01-12T12:36:33.766-08:00mrsbumblebeenoreply@blogger.com1Lots of sympathy cards. Almost 2-3 a day and it's been almost a month. For awhile there it was 10-15 a day. But still, they are trickling in. I know that everyone means well but one thing that always stops me is when people say "we pray/hope you find the strength to get through this difficult time."  I have the strength people. That's how my dad raised me. To be strong and determined. He gave <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LO52uFfaevu8Bc61r4zv9me3C9g/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LO52uFfaevu8Bc61r4zv9me3C9g/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LO52uFfaevu8Bc61r4zv9me3C9g/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LO52uFfaevu8Bc61r4zv9me3C9g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PuppyLovinReflections/~4/dypgsRFsJfI" height="1" width="1"/>http://mrsbumblebee.blogspot.com/2012/01/strength.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567485437580809.post-28820922255438508202012-01-11T13:29:00.000-08:002012-01-11T13:30:13.698-08:002012-01-11T13:30:13.698-08:00mrsbumblebeenoreply@blogger.com4 Nov. 7th, 2011 Today you had your normal routine procedure for the removal of your stint in your gall bladder. I talked to you on the phone for a second and then you got off because you were feeling nocuous. About two hours later I received a phone call from B(sister) asking what happened to you, I didn’t know so I text mom to find out you were back at the hospital throwing up and in pain. <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/haQpZlFTC0Me6KKH2Z7D5QwBVPU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/haQpZlFTC0Me6KKH2Z7D5QwBVPU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/haQpZlFTC0Me6KKH2Z7D5QwBVPU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/haQpZlFTC0Me6KKH2Z7D5QwBVPU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PuppyLovinReflections/~4/MCewFjr2dPs" height="1" width="1"/>http://mrsbumblebee.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-dad.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567485437580809.post-84438727036670417882012-01-09T15:19:00.000-08:002012-01-09T15:19:52.381-08:002012-01-09T15:19:52.381-08:00mrsbumblebeenoreply@blogger.com1The normality of returning to your previous life is cruel. First there are the moment where you are swept away with the familiarity of it all. You forget for a fraction of a second that your not living this life, but a nightmare. You might even breath a little easier, but just as quickly as that moment came, it is gone. Leaving you just as broken and as weak as you knew you were. If not a little <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_LdI8l0cmi908ms9rMIj2c88H4A/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_LdI8l0cmi908ms9rMIj2c88H4A/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_LdI8l0cmi908ms9rMIj2c88H4A/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_LdI8l0cmi908ms9rMIj2c88H4A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PuppyLovinReflections/~4/OkFodBelvqw" height="1" width="1"/>http://mrsbumblebee.blogspot.com/2012/01/normality.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567485437580809.post-86057510687625219012011-10-01T08:00:00.000-07:002011-10-01T08:00:06.654-07:002011-10-01T08:00:06.654-07:00mrsbumblebeenoreply@blogger.com0 Our besties are getting married today! Congrats to my mexi-bestie and dodgerfan! We couldn't be happier for you and I'm privileged to stand by your side while you make this commitment to each other. LOVE YOU! <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PDudK1ESorP0qtrS2pnJwvujCjw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PDudK1ESorP0qtrS2pnJwvujCjw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PDudK1ESorP0qtrS2pnJwvujCjw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PDudK1ESorP0qtrS2pnJwvujCjw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PuppyLovinReflections/~4/RoF6PvhOp0A" height="1" width="1"/>http://mrsbumblebee.blogspot.com/2011/10/mexi-best-her-gringo-trophy.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567485437580809.post-56131082441634545742011-09-30T08:15:00.000-07:002011-09-30T08:15:00.885-07:002011-09-30T08:15:00.885-07:00mrsbumblebeenoreply@blogger.com1 My cousin J and I are very similar. So of course I was in love with some of the elements they decided to include in their wedding.  Their table assignments were rides at Disneyland. My cousin knows me so well and put my family and I at the Star Tours table. Hell ya!  She had everyone sign this plate instead of a guestbook, very cute and clever.  There were the wooden spoons we burned for <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KA0ldlB9tuVvQl6a22Khtcj3iFk/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KA0ldlB9tuVvQl6a22Khtcj3iFk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KA0ldlB9tuVvQl6a22Khtcj3iFk/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KA0ldlB9tuVvQl6a22Khtcj3iFk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PuppyLovinReflections/~4/GiNaOhLmTcg" height="1" width="1"/>http://mrsbumblebee.blogspot.com/2011/09/happily-ever-after-force-is-with-them.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567485437580809.post-74605025980296291312011-09-29T08:00:00.000-07:002011-09-29T08:17:17.922-07:002011-09-29T08:17:17.922-07:00mrsbumblebeenoreply@blogger.com0 My cousin's wedding was coming up and I wanted to do something extra special for him. It was actually a special wedding for myself. This was the first wedding in almost 10 weddings over the course of 1 year that I didn't have a role in. I wasn't bring desserts, I wasn't the maid of honor, I wasn't a bridesmaid. I was hell bent on enjoying myself fully at this wedding.  My cousin and I were <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T80S-8IxLREztYD1yJzI3w9bUy4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T80S-8IxLREztYD1yJzI3w9bUy4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T80S-8IxLREztYD1yJzI3w9bUy4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T80S-8IxLREztYD1yJzI3w9bUy4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PuppyLovinReflections/~4/0aJxwT-fDkI" height="1" width="1"/>http://mrsbumblebee.blogspot.com/2011/09/come-to-darksidewe-have-cookies.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567485437580809.post-43576193945435109582011-09-26T08:00:00.000-07:002011-09-26T08:00:10.132-07:002011-09-26T08:00:10.132-07:00mrsbumblebeenoreply@blogger.com0 It was that time of year again! Time for Dodger Baseball. While it's been more and more difficult for us to get out to as many games as we would like, we do make it a priority to get to one particular game each year.  And that is for Bark at the Park night!  We got there extra early this time around so that we could walk on the field with the kids, aka pooches.   Self portrait, awkward  <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UbiuJDOchML22vPiRSkArh18kyk/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UbiuJDOchML22vPiRSkArh18kyk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UbiuJDOchML22vPiRSkArh18kyk/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UbiuJDOchML22vPiRSkArh18kyk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PuppyLovinReflections/~4/E0ThOs0dgFY" height="1" width="1"/>http://mrsbumblebee.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-love-me-some-dodger-dogs.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567485437580809.post-83777620658895813062011-09-21T07:53:00.000-07:002011-09-21T07:53:45.674-07:002011-09-21T07:53:45.674-07:00mrsbumblebeenoreply@blogger.com0 One day, while perusing the internet, I came across some pictures of  a recent gathering at Disneyland. A handful of people went to the Disneyland park in full vintage wear and posed for pictures. I was awestruck. I quickly added the group to Facebook and awaited for the next meet where I too could join the festivities.  Dapper Day - An Evening Affair 09.09.2011 It was so much <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J4IETzo9MBHqVR5ZTcLkxQ5geYI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J4IETzo9MBHqVR5ZTcLkxQ5geYI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J4IETzo9MBHqVR5ZTcLkxQ5geYI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J4IETzo9MBHqVR5ZTcLkxQ5geYI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PuppyLovinReflections/~4/3Bp9sg00Owg" height="1" width="1"/>http://mrsbumblebee.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-dont-you-look-dapper.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567485437580809.post-12150855618609038272011-09-19T22:57:00.000-07:002011-09-19T22:57:51.530-07:002011-09-19T22:57:51.530-07:00mrsbumblebeenoreply@blogger.com0It's that time of year again...where I apologize profusely for my absent and promise that from now on I will post regularly...yadda yadda. I'll throw in a few excuses and talk about how much I miss blogging... but let's avoid all that again, get right into things. This continue to go well for us. Lots of fun stuff going on and lots of fun stuff coming up. Overall, life has been so busy that I <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/klHj-XehmKYj31SQLCMCYfH2AhA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/klHj-XehmKYj31SQLCMCYfH2AhA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/klHj-XehmKYj31SQLCMCYfH2AhA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/klHj-XehmKYj31SQLCMCYfH2AhA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PuppyLovinReflections/~4/6Nt7f3Bb0f8" height="1" width="1"/>http://mrsbumblebee.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-that-time-of-year-again.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567485437580809.post-41482090599075342962011-02-14T08:40:00.001-08:002011-02-14T08:40:12.539-08:002011-02-14T08:40:12.539-08:00mrsbumblebeenoreply@blogger.com0Happy Valentine's Day Friends! If you are allergic to down right gushy and romantic stuff, skip over this video. <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6bNPo48TEGzMCygxJ4zTxTQcKZc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6bNPo48TEGzMCygxJ4zTxTQcKZc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6bNPo48TEGzMCygxJ4zTxTQcKZc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6bNPo48TEGzMCygxJ4zTxTQcKZc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PuppyLovinReflections/~4/79rkT5q1BvI" height="1" width="1"/>http://mrsbumblebee.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567485437580809.post-43377812731791177842011-02-02T08:00:00.000-08:002011-02-02T08:00:03.626-08:002011-02-02T08:00:03.626-08:00mrsbumblebeenoreply@blogger.com1There is one reason that makes me thankful for my life every single day. It isn't my job, health, home, it's my husband. He and I have fun. We have fun in everything we do, and I will never stop being grateful for that. We spend a lot of time together and I never get my fill of him. Babe, This day is a special day for you...but also for me. I can be thankful that this day, 28 years ago, my best <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0_jpjCQfsQIFysOpdl3XsC5zpkM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0_jpjCQfsQIFysOpdl3XsC5zpkM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0_jpjCQfsQIFysOpdl3XsC5zpkM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0_jpjCQfsQIFysOpdl3XsC5zpkM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PuppyLovinReflections/~4/cdw_nWqS3bk" height="1" width="1"/>http://mrsbumblebee.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-my-groundhog.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567485437580809.post-90864985884425829712011-01-30T08:00:00.000-08:002011-01-30T08:00:02.748-08:002011-01-30T08:00:02.748-08:00mrsbumblebeenoreply@blogger.com1In trying to keep my new years resolution to continue to donate more time/money I found this awesome shirt from Obey where a portion of the proceeds go to the Adopt-a-Pet foundation and instantly decided I had to have it. I didn't get it under the Christmas tree but Mr. Bumblebee pulled through for me on my birthday. I love it! Tess loves it! So if you love it as much as I do, consider purchasing <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AJlIhNfPqTGspB2qs6PvVftKQ6Q/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AJlIhNfPqTGspB2qs6PvVftKQ6Q/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AJlIhNfPqTGspB2qs6PvVftKQ6Q/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AJlIhNfPqTGspB2qs6PvVftKQ6Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PuppyLovinReflections/~4/pifMD0jcCpI" height="1" width="1"/>http://mrsbumblebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/adopt.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567485437580809.post-92064623751283752011-01-29T08:00:00.000-08:002011-01-29T08:00:07.790-08:002011-01-29T08:00:07.790-08:00mrsbumblebeenoreply@blogger.com0My birthday was a bit complicated this year. It fell on a Saturday but I had agreed to help a family member out by doing all the desserts for the wedding. Even though I had a blast doing, it was nonetheless stressful and exhausting. I will blog about all that later. The morning after the wedding, when I could take my first deep breath in weeks, Bumblebee MIL came up with the best idea ever, to <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/s7OJmL3IvlLSVSBUqsnjZnJa0X4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/s7OJmL3IvlLSVSBUqsnjZnJa0X4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/s7OJmL3IvlLSVSBUqsnjZnJa0X4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/s7OJmL3IvlLSVSBUqsnjZnJa0X4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PuppyLovinReflections/~4/iSbwKA6dgBU" height="1" width="1"/>http://mrsbumblebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-see-blue-skies.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567485437580809.post-58489753931291262022011-01-27T08:00:00.000-08:002011-01-27T08:10:41.691-08:002011-01-27T08:10:41.691-08:00mrsbumblebeenoreply@blogger.com0Bumblebee MIL was a genius at work when she mentioned a trip to the desert. Not only was it a much needed break from our daily lives, but the weather gods humored us and gave us 80+ degree weather to soak up. It was such a relaxing trip. First thing we did when we got there: Mr. Bumblebee headed off for a round of golf, and I threw on my bathing suit for some tanning...I had the entire pool to <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5TvJzV__sfluL9VWmKJqTdiq6Jo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5TvJzV__sfluL9VWmKJqTdiq6Jo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5TvJzV__sfluL9VWmKJqTdiq6Jo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5TvJzV__sfluL9VWmKJqTdiq6Jo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PuppyLovinReflections/~4/1GlZvqIGg6g" height="1" width="1"/>http://mrsbumblebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/is-that-mirage.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567485437580809.post-68836050173424611282011-01-26T08:00:00.000-08:002011-01-26T08:03:30.837-08:002011-01-26T08:03:30.837-08:00mrsbumblebeenoreply@blogger.com0Between the wedding we went to, that Bumblebee MIL did the flowers for, and my birthday, my house is filled with flowers! I love it! What small things brighten up your day? <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tQSVlWz4JFwL5Mq57rYnzqFsEfs/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tQSVlWz4JFwL5Mq57rYnzqFsEfs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tQSVlWz4JFwL5Mq57rYnzqFsEfs/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tQSVlWz4JFwL5Mq57rYnzqFsEfs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PuppyLovinReflections/~4/Lp56wUi5adw" height="1" width="1"/>http://mrsbumblebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/everythings-coming-up-roses.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567485437580809.post-84636943513218264212011-01-25T08:00:00.000-08:002011-01-25T08:00:10.239-08:002011-01-25T08:00:10.239-08:00mrsbumblebeenoreply@blogger.com0I took a few days off from blogging to recover from the very busy weekend I had with a wedding that I catered the desserts for and my birthday! But first, let me congratulate the newest members to the married club, Congrats A and K! Hope your wedding was everything you wanted. I hope you liked the desserts! <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MQvfLwQkHMl1YBSChz3lm_MXpNY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MQvfLwQkHMl1YBSChz3lm_MXpNY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MQvfLwQkHMl1YBSChz3lm_MXpNY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MQvfLwQkHMl1YBSChz3lm_MXpNY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PuppyLovinReflections/~4/PFXAfndp4BQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://mrsbumblebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/congrats-to-k.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567485437580809.post-53999144343144674802011-01-22T08:30:00.000-08:002011-01-22T08:30:44.634-08:002011-01-22T08:30:44.634-08:00mrsbumblebeenoreply@blogger.com026 years ago...Time sure does fly when you are having fun...I have big plans for my 26th year...to LIVE.  Thank you to all who continue to make my life worth living. <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/on0aCbD8nazs487uOx8L2WNs6-8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/on0aCbD8nazs487uOx8L2WNs6-8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/on0aCbD8nazs487uOx8L2WNs6-8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/on0aCbD8nazs487uOx8L2WNs6-8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PuppyLovinReflections/~4/e9p4CY-qftQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://mrsbumblebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/26-years.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567485437580809.post-68684430208845313022011-01-21T08:00:00.000-08:002011-01-21T08:00:07.470-08:002011-01-21T08:00:07.470-08:00mrsbumblebeenoreply@blogger.com1I'm pretty sure that not all of my family and friends LOVE the idea of my blog. Why, I'll never understand. But to each their own, I don't care as long as they don't spoil my fun. However, that being said, I do feel a little bit of satisfaction when I have a friend who decides to ask me about my blog, and then starts their own. Once they've started and seen how much it can be, they are off! They <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KMtTuFxSRZxXSxnmcHHNmitn02c/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KMtTuFxSRZxXSxnmcHHNmitn02c/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KMtTuFxSRZxXSxnmcHHNmitn02c/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KMtTuFxSRZxXSxnmcHHNmitn02c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PuppyLovinReflections/~4/3PtG3o_iNnk" height="1" width="1"/>http://mrsbumblebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/come-to-dark-side.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567485437580809.post-68086260436315191322011-01-20T08:00:00.000-08:002011-01-20T08:00:09.921-08:002011-01-20T08:00:09.921-08:00mrsbumblebeenoreply@blogger.com1I get so many compliments when I wear this necklace and since mustaches are the new trend, I wanted to give some credit to where I bought it from. I first saw Flea Market Girl in Costa Mesa at the Unique OC. This necklace was...wait for it...5 bucks! What a steal. I hope they realize how much joy they've given me! <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tq3m8nqV2Xzn0B187xc03iGWOSU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tq3m8nqV2Xzn0B187xc03iGWOSU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tq3m8nqV2Xzn0B187xc03iGWOSU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tq3m8nqV2Xzn0B187xc03iGWOSU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PuppyLovinReflections/~4/TzniNQ46KOE" height="1" width="1"/>http://mrsbumblebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-you-must-ask-about-my-mustache.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567485437580809.post-31770663728147924252011-01-19T08:00:00.000-08:002011-01-19T08:00:07.675-08:002011-01-19T08:00:07.675-08:00mrsbumblebeenoreply@blogger.com0Happy Birthday Little Sister!I still can't believe you are old enough to make all these adult decisions you are making recently. But this year you graduate from college and are the same age I was when I got married. You couldn't make Mr. Bumblebee, mom, dad, or me prouder. You are and will forever be...my touchstone. Now go out there and party and make some bad decisions! <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tex4qP3ghJR1e1KMwAVmJlSp5H4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tex4qP3ghJR1e1KMwAVmJlSp5H4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tex4qP3ghJR1e1KMwAVmJlSp5H4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tex4qP3ghJR1e1KMwAVmJlSp5H4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PuppyLovinReflections/~4/OwFEGKzMmJI" height="1" width="1"/>http://mrsbumblebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-bb.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567485437580809.post-25167156852815886202011-01-18T08:00:00.000-08:002011-01-18T08:00:10.659-08:002011-01-18T08:00:10.659-08:00mrsbumblebeenoreply@blogger.com1So my aunt made these for us on Thanksgiving and they are basically the most addicting appetizer you've ever had. So I bugged her and my cousin for the recipe and they are so easy to make...I just have to share. You buy one package of bacon, smoky links, some brown sugar, and a tin pan (the most important part!).Cut the bacon in half and roll each link in the bacon, secure with a toothpick... See <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XwsvFM0ZPgt1K8FX0Q5eGld3F54/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XwsvFM0ZPgt1K8FX0Q5eGld3F54/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XwsvFM0ZPgt1K8FX0Q5eGld3F54/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XwsvFM0ZPgt1K8FX0Q5eGld3F54/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PuppyLovinReflections/~4/tKnApwiwH4k" height="1" width="1"/>http://mrsbumblebee.blogspot.com/2011/01/appetizer-recipe-from-my-auntie.html