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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/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" gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EERH04fip7ImA9WhRQEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6985899361733236278</id><updated>2011-12-05T09:40:05.336-06:00</updated><title>Queen "B" and her Princesses</title><subtitle type="html">I have always enjoyed writing, whether for research or just poetry, or even silly stories.  Here will be my area to write for the world wide web about crazy or not so crazy things about my life.  I have the two princesses, and they keep me busy, but I hope to be able to write often.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://queenbandherprincesses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://queenbandherprincesses.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6985899361733236278/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13947607758620210293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7dNiB181Wjw/R-KBeXC2X5I/AAAAAAAAABE/y1E25nFkMww/S220/DSCF0080.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/QueenbAndHerPrincesses" /><feedburner:info uri="queenbandherprincesses" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYGRXs6fCp7ImA9WhRTE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6985899361733236278.post-7404827087121749424</id><published>2011-11-03T11:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T12:08:44.514-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-03T12:08:44.514-05:00</app:edited><title>Which Party?</title><content type="html">I really have become more independent politically the more nonsense I see on the news.  Today I figured that I should research, what party am I really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up Libertarian Party first and found; http://www.lp.org/platform &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of what they say makes sense, we should take care of ourselves and the government shouldn't be involved in our care.  But, then I started to think about how some of what I read in this platform was contradicted in other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I looked up Democratic Party and found; http://www.democrats.org/issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit I agree with so much more here, especially:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Democrats stand for an abiding faith in the judgment of hardworking American families, and a commitment to helping the excluded, the disenfranchised and the poor strengthen our nation by earning themselves a piece of the American Dream. We remember that our country was sculpted by immigrants and slaves, their children and grandchildren. Even today, it is our diversity above all else that provides us with our enduring strength."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I looked up information about the Republican Party.  This proved to be a bit harder because there was information for each state and their Republican Party, also there seemed to be new information each year, making it a little confusing.  The website I found the most helpful was from 2008, and the more I looked through it the more confusing it was for me; http://www.gop.com/2008Platform/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I should do more research, but I guess you put all these together and you get Independent.  I guess I have turned more person than party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985899361733236278-7404827087121749424?l=queenbandherprincesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I trained so much harder this year, and I worked on my speed, however I didn't do enough strength training, as it turns out.  It started like all races do, me chatting with other racers before the gun goes off, getting myself pepped up listening to my new play list.  I remembered this year to start off slow, because I found during my training this year that it is better to start slow and finish fast.  I took an extra rest day to because my knee hurt, but since it didn't hurt on race day, I didn't wrap it.  I was running along just fine until about mile eight (8) I couldn't run any longer, I was walking at what I thought was a 4MPH, and every time I tried running, I couldn't, it really just hurt too much.  I noticed that I was ahead on my previous times whenever I passed a mile marker that had a timer on it.  I ended up stopping at a medical tent to get my knee wrapped, thinking that surely getting it wrapped would help me get back to running.  Well, I was at the medical tent for about 10-15 minutes, and got it wrapped and then took off running only to see that I couldn't run anymore.  I continued at a fast walk, irritated by people passing me, and I kept telling myself, "you're not racing them, you're racing yourself, and you are ahead..."  I also tried to channel Mark Ingram, Running Back of Alabama's Crimson Tide, he is able to push through other line backers to get the extra yards for his team, surely I can push through the pain and finish in the two-hour mark, and beat my time from last year which was 3:14.  Finally I finished mile 13, and continued through the .1 mile, hoping to finish, even though I was walking, in the 2-hour mark.  They said my name as I passed, and I cheered for myself and waved at Daddy Princess and Big Girl Princess and Little Girl Princess, smiling at them cheering for me.  I told Daddy Princess that my knee hurts, and it wasn't good, and I crossed the finish line at 3:01.  Faster than last year by 13 minutes, but not at the 2-hour mark like I wanted.  I fought the tears as I got my finishing medal, and was greeted by my family, and I just broke down and cried.  My knee hurt, I didn't finish in my goal time, and I felt like I failed.  Daddy Princess reminded me, however, that even with a bum knee I still beat last year's time.  Okay, so an update of my emotions...  I am upset about my time being lower than my goal yesterday, but I have decided that next year that half-marathon will be my bitch, and I WILL finish in the 2 hour mark.  I won't stop at some medical tent to get my knee wrapped up, I'm sure that affected my end time.  Also, I need to do more strength training, as much as I hate it, it will help me to a stronger finish.  Next year that race will be mine, it has to. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985899361733236278-4088584254254403058?l=queenbandherprincesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Yes, I think bullies are much worse now than when I was in school.  There is so much more technology with cell phones, Facebook, and MySpace, even the comments of a blog left by anonymous people.  People lose any fear of saying something truly ugly because they can post it somewhere, whether it is a text message (unlike the notes that were passed around in my high school days), or posting an ugly comment on a social network (unlike a public wall like when I was in school), there is just too much, and it gets to people all over the world.  Sadly, being a bully has stuck around for some people.  There are women in their 30s and late 20s that don't know how to behave.  I see this bad behavior not just on the reality TV shows that I like to watch, but with women that I have been in contact with, even called them my friends, which I use the term loosely now.  I have learned that true friends don't talk about me, and don't say ugly things about me behind my back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I posted about the Golden Rule, I meant that we need to treat others the way we want to be treated, not that you can be mean because they were being mean.  The bullying shouldn't be all blamed on the media, or television shows, movies, or books.  I think that many parents need to take a step back and notice the behavior their kids are seeing.  A lot of bad behavior is learned by example.  If you like to gossip, there's a good chance that your child could pick-up this bad behavior from you.  If you judge people because they don't do exactly what you are used to, there is a good chance that your child can learn that bad behavior too.  If you leave a mess in a public restroom, at a restaurant or even at the grocery store, because "they have someone for that," your child could learn that impolite bad behavior too.  If you have something ugly to say about someone wearing an outfit that was bought at a discount store, your child could have that same opinion, and possibly hurt someone else with that bad behavior too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also compared The Golden Rule to Karma.  I really do believe that what comes around goes around.  If you put out a bunch of negative energy, that will come right back to you, just like when you put out more positive energy, that will come back to you too.  Please, everyone just be nice!  Also, encourage your children to be nice, and please make sure your kid is comfortable telling you if they feel bullied by someone.  You need to ensure that your child feels safe going to school, church, and going anywhere they may go that is an extra curricular activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before dropping my kids off to school I always give one last instruction before I see them again, "Be sweet!"  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The bill is being written more and changed everyday, but this is what passed on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Huffington Post has compiled a list of the Top 18 Immediate effects of the Health Care Bill as well as some that will take effect in the first year of implementation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;An End to Pre-Existing Conditions.  &lt;/span&gt;Health Insurers cannot deny children health insurance because of pre-existing conditions.  A ban on the discrimination of adults will take effect in 2014.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Small Business Tax Credits.  &lt;/span&gt;Businesses with fewer than 50 employees will get tax credits covering up to 50% of employee premiums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Seniors Get "Donut-Hole" Rebate.  &lt;/span&gt;Seniors will get a rebate to fill the so-called "donut hole" in Medicare during coverage, which severely limits prescription medication coverage expenditures over $2,700.  As of next year, 50% of the doughnut hole will be filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;More Young Adults Covered on Parents' Plans.  &lt;/span&gt;The cut-off date for young adults to be covered by their parents' health insurance rises to the age 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No Lifetime Caps.  &lt;/span&gt;Lifetime caps on the amount of insurance an individual can have will be banned.  Annual caps will be limited and banned in 2014.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Adults with Pre-Existing Conditions Covered.  &lt;/span&gt;A temporary high-risk pool will be set-up to cover adults with pre-existing conditions.  Health Care exchanges will eliminate the program in 2014.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;New Insurance Plans Must Include Preventative Care.  &lt;/span&gt;New plans must cover check-ups and other preventative care without co-pays.  All plans will be affected by 2018.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The End of Recissions.  &lt;/span&gt;Insurance companies can no longer cut someone when he/she gets sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Transparency in Insurance Companies.  &lt;/span&gt;Insurers must now reveal how much money is spent on overhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Customer Appeals Process.  &lt;/span&gt;Any new plan must now implement an appeals process for coverage determinations and claims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Indoor Tanning Services Tax.  &lt;/span&gt;This tax will impose a 10% tax on indoor tanning services.  This tax, which replaced the proposed tax on cosmetic surgery would be effective for services on or after July 1, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Enhanced Fraud Abuse Checks.  &lt;/span&gt;New screening procedures will be implemented to help eliminate health insurance fraud and waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Medicare Expansion to Rural Areas.  &lt;/span&gt;Medicare payment protections will be extended to small rural hospitals and other health care facilities that have a small number of Medicare patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Deductions for Blue Cross Blue Shield.  &lt;/span&gt;Non-profit Blue Cross organizations will be required to maintain a medical loss ratio - money spent on procedures over money incoming - of 85% or higher to take advantage of the IRS tax benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nutrient Content Disclosure.  &lt;/span&gt;Chain restaurants will be required to provide a "nutrient content disclosure statement" alongside their items.  Expect to see calories listed both in-store and drive-thru menus of fast food restaurants some time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Better Coverage for Early Retirees.  &lt;/span&gt;The Bill establishes a temporary program for companies that provide early retiree health benefits of those ages 55-64 in order to help reduce the often expensive cost of that coverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Better Consumer Information on the Web.  &lt;/span&gt;The Secretary of Human and Health Services will set up a new website to make it easy for Americans in any state to seek out affordable health insurance options.  The site will also include helpful information for small businesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Encouraging Investment in New Therapies.  &lt;/span&gt;A two-year temporary credit (up to maximum $1 billion) is in the Bill to encourage investment in new therapies for the prevention and treatment of diseases.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985899361733236278-6717047004108623256?l=queenbandherprincesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This way I can reference at any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARIES - The Aggressive&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing. Lovable. Spontaneous. Not one to mess with. Funny.. Excellent kisser EXTREMELY adorable. Loves relationships, and family is very important to an Aries.  Aries are known for being generous and giving. Addictive. Loud. Always has the need to be 'Right'. Aries will argue to prove their point for hours and hours.  Aries are some of the most wonderful people in the world..  16 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAURUS - The Tramp&lt;br /&gt;Aggressive. Loves being in long relationships.  Likes to give a good fight.  Fight for what they want. Can be annoying at times, but for the love of attention.  Extremely outgoing. Loves to help people in times of need. Good kisser. Good personality. Stubborn. A caring person. They can be self centered and if they want something they will do anything to get it. They love to sleep and can be lazy.  One of a kind. Not one to mess with. Are the most attractive people on earth! 15 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEMINI - The Twin&lt;br /&gt;Nice. Love is one of a kind. Great listeners. Very Good at confusing people... Lover not a fighter, but will still knock you out. Gemini's will not take any crap from anyone. Gemini's like to tell people what they should do and get offended easily.  They are great at losing things and are forgetful.  Gemini's can be very sarcastic and childish at times and are very nosey.  Trustworthy. Always happy. VERY Loud. Talkative. Outgoing. VERY FORGIVING. Loves to make out. Has a beautiful smile. Generous. Strong. THE MOST IRRESISTIBLE.  9 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANCER - The Beauty&lt;br /&gt;MOST AMAZING KISSER. Very high appeal. A Cancer's Love is one of a kind.. Very romantic.. Most caring person you will ever meet in your life.  Entirely creative Person, most are artists and insane, respectfully speaking. They perfected sex and do it often.  Extremely random. An Ultimate Freak. Extremely funny and is usually the life of the party.  Most Cancers will take you under their wing and into their hearts where you will remain forever.  Cancers make love with a passion beyond compare. Spontaneous.  Not a Fighter, But will kick your ass good if it comes down to it. Someone you should hold on to! 12 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEO - The Lion&lt;br /&gt;Great talker. Attractive and passionate. Laid back. Usually happy but when unhappy tend to be grouchy and childish. A Leo 's problem becomes everyone's problem.  Most Leos are very predictable and tend to be monotonous. Knows how to have fun.. Is really good at almost anything. Great kisser. Very predictable. Outgoing.  Down to earth. Addictive. Attractive. Loud. Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. Not one to mess with. Rare to find. Good when found. 7 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIRGO - The One that Waits&lt;br /&gt;Dominant in relationships. Someone loves them right now. Always wants the last word. Caring. Smart. Loud. Loyal. Easy to talk to. Everything you ever wanted. Easy to please. A pushover.  Loves to gamble and take chances. Needs to have the last say in everything..  They think they know everything and usually do.  Respectful to others but you will quickly lose their respect if you do something untrustworthy towards them and never regain respect.  They do not forgive and never forget. The one and only. 7 years of bad luck  if you do not forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIBRA - The Lame One&lt;br /&gt;Nice to everyone they meet. Their love is one of a kind. Silly, funny and sweet. Have own unique appeal. Most caring person you will ever meet! However, not the kind of person you want to mess with...you might end up crying. Libras can cause as much havoc as they can prevent.  Faithful friends to the end.  Can hold a grudge for years. Libras are someone you want on your side.  Usually great at sports and are extreme sports fanatics. Very creative.  A hopeless romantic.  9 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCORPIO - The Addict&lt;br /&gt;EXTREMELY adorable.  Loves to joke. Very Good sense of humor. Will try almost anything once.  Loves to be pampered.  Energetic. Predictable. GREAT kisser. Always get what they want..  Attractive.  Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. Loves to party but at times to the extreme.  Loves the smell and feel of money and is good at making it but just as good at spending it!  Very protective over loved ones. HARD workers. Can be a good friend but if is disrespected by a friend, the friendship will end. Romantic. Caring.. 4 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAGITTARIUS - The Promiscuous One&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous. High appeal. Rare to find. Great when found.. Loves being in long relationships. So much love to give. A loner most of the time.  Loses patience easily and will not take crap.  If in a bad mood stay FAR away.  Gets offended easily and remembers the offense forever.  Loves deeply but at times will not show it, feels it is a sign of weakness.  Has many fears but will not show it.  VERY private person.  Defends loved ones with all their abilities. Can be childish often. Not one to mess with. Very pretty. Very romantic. Nice to everyone they meet. Their Love is one of a kind.. Silly, fun and sweet. Have own unique appeal. Most caring person you will ever meet! Amazing in bed..!!! Not the kind of person you want to mess with- you might end up crying. 4 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPRICORN - The Passionate Lover&lt;br /&gt;Love to bust. Nice. Sassy. Intelligent. Sexy. Grouchy at times and annoying to some.  Lazy and love to take it easy. But when they find a job or something they like to do they put their all into it.  Proud, understanding and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Irresistible. Loves being in long relationships. Great talker. Always gets what he or she wants. Cool. Loves to win against other signs especially Gemini's in sports.  Likes to cook but would rather go out to eat at good restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;Extremely fun. Loves to joke. Smart. 24 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AQUARIUS - Does It In The Water&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy. Attractive. Great kisser. One of a kind, loves being in long-term relationships. Can be clumsy at times but tries hard.  Will take on any project.  Proud of themselves in whatever they do..  Messy and unorganized. Procrastinators.  Great lovers, when they're not sleeping.  Extreme thinkers. Loves their pets usually more than their family.  Can be VERY irritating to others when they try to explain or tell a story.  Unpredictable. Will exceed your expectations. Not a Fighter but will Knock your lights out.. 2 years of bad luck if you do not forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PISCES - The Partner for Life&lt;br /&gt;Caring and kind. Smart. Likes to be the center of attention. Very organized.  High appeal to opposite sex.  Likes to have the last word. Good to find, but hard to keep. Passionate, wonderful lovers.  Fun to be around. Too trusting at times and gets hurt easily.  VERY caring. They always try to do the right thing and sometimes gets the short end of the stick.  They sometimes get used by others and get hurt because of their trusting.   Extremely weird but in a good way. Good sense of humor!!! Thoughtful. Loves to joke. Very popular. Silly, fun and sweet. Good friend to other but needs to be choosy on who they allow their friends to be.  5 years of bad luck if you do not forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985899361733236278-1596084599951591493?l=queenbandherprincesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have been training for the half marathon, and since I remembered how under prepared I was last year, I wanted to really do some serious training this year.  I have been resting these past couple of days, and tomorrow is the big race.  I have been carb-loading today, well, this whole week really, and mainly resting and eating many calories today.  I have also been doing some housework, just because I know I won't want to do anything tomorrow or Monday even.  I read my blog about running the race last year, and I hope to use it as vision inspiration tonight when I meditate, and again in the morning meditating in preparation for the race.  I will be driving there alone tomorrow morning, so hopefully I can get some good free street parking, that is something you usually luck into in Birmingham.  If I have to pay to park in the deck though, I will.  There is a 40%, I think, chance of rain tomorrow, but hopefully it won't start until after I'm finished, I don't think I want to run in the rain.  Of course I say that now, but you never know, it could be refreshing.  A lot of people have asked for my report after the race, which I hope to do soon after.  I was also asked what was on my "Marathon 2010 play list," and since I aim to please, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laid - James&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Queen&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance - Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;Santeria - Sublime&lt;br /&gt;Oh L'Amour - Erasure&lt;br /&gt;Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;Don't Trust Me - 3OH3&lt;br /&gt;Single Ladies (Put a Ring on it) - Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Girls - Pink&lt;br /&gt;Party in the USA - Miley Cirus&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Bitch - Buck Cherry&lt;br /&gt;Stitches - Orgy&lt;br /&gt;Sk8er Boi - Avril Levine&lt;br /&gt;My Life Would Suck Without You - Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;You're Beautiful - James Blunt&lt;br /&gt;Gives You Hell - All American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;She Hates Me - Puddle of Mudd&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend - Avril Levine&lt;br /&gt;2,000 Miles - Erasure&lt;br /&gt;It's a New Day - Will.i.am&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Brightside - The Killers&lt;br /&gt;Bad Romance - Lady GaGa&lt;br /&gt;How You Remind Me - Nickleback&lt;br /&gt;Take a Chance on Me - Erasure&lt;br /&gt;Hate (I Really Don't Like You) - Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;Polyester Bride - Liz Phair&lt;br /&gt;Sugar, We're Goin' Down - Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;Control - Puddle of Mudd&lt;br /&gt;Hot N Cold - Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;Hey There Delilah - Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;Hey Ya! - Outkast&lt;br /&gt;Move Along - All American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;Tempted - Squeeze&lt;br /&gt;Viva la Vida - Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;I'm Yours - Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;Boom Boom Pow - Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;Sober - Pink&lt;br /&gt;The Remedy (I Won't Worry)- Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;One Thing - Finger Eleven&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be - Edwin McCain&lt;br /&gt;I Gotta Feeling - Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;Careless Whisper - Seether&lt;br /&gt;Undone (The Sweater Song) - Weezer&lt;br /&gt;My Humps - Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure, Little Treasure - Depeche Mode&lt;br /&gt;Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen&lt;br /&gt;Finally - Fergie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985899361733236278-5133606957465277220?l=queenbandherprincesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I do need to be better at finding the time to post new thoughts and pictures and revelations, and hopefully one day I will start doing this daily.  I will just post pictures today with funny tags on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the costume for Joseph that I designed for the Christmas play at church.  This was all my design, no pattern or instructions, all me.  :)  It felt like Project Runway, as I was working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dNiB181Wjw/SzthTtCSM3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/fSrV1LBHews/s1600-h/DSCF1372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dNiB181Wjw/SzthTtCSM3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/fSrV1LBHews/s320/DSCF1372.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421033567605109618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both princesses before going to Christmas Eve church, and watching Santa drive through the neighborhood on a fire truck.  It's exciting every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dNiB181Wjw/Szth9h0M7vI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bKcvnr_OUDo/s1600-h/DSCF1375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dNiB181Wjw/Szth9h0M7vI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bKcvnr_OUDo/s320/DSCF1375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421034286147759858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dNiB181Wjw/SztiYcxTG3I/AAAAAAAAAIU/bDJsKzwq_V0/s1600-h/DSCF1376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dNiB181Wjw/SztiYcxTG3I/AAAAAAAAAIU/bDJsKzwq_V0/s320/DSCF1376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421034748649872242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nativity at church.  Big Princess was Mary, and Little Princess was a lamb.  It was truly a beautiful scene, thanks to the director (of both the choir and children program).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dNiB181Wjw/SztiskcWE-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/96mOwyfeFl8/s1600-h/DSCF1405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dNiB181Wjw/SztiskcWE-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/96mOwyfeFl8/s320/DSCF1405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421035094306853858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids racked up on gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dNiB181Wjw/SztjjTW5mPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Nw5F0IvtLws/s1600-h/DSCF1431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dNiB181Wjw/SztjjTW5mPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Nw5F0IvtLws/s320/DSCF1431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421036034613418226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat wasn't really into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dNiB181Wjw/Sztj0MHfGQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/yJTLRb8Dl-s/s1600-h/DSCF1449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dNiB181Wjw/Sztj0MHfGQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/yJTLRb8Dl-s/s320/DSCF1449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421036324727494914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite gift was this Cadillac sewing machine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dNiB181Wjw/SztkN7OshcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hFp9TACoOew/s1600-h/DSCF1460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dNiB181Wjw/SztkN7OshcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hFp9TACoOew/s320/DSCF1460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421036766870930882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Daddy Princess (oh, I mean the King) fell asleep at the 4th and final Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dNiB181Wjw/SztknobYa9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/SvW02FcBRMA/s1600-h/DSCF1476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dNiB181Wjw/SztknobYa9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/SvW02FcBRMA/s320/DSCF1476.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421037208500464594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6985899361733236278-7557967905444021450?l=queenbandherprincesses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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