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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;CEQAQXc4eip7ImA9WhRRFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516499191215047739</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:05:40.932-06:00</updated><category term="Wedding Blogs" /><category term="Boyfriend" /><category term="crafting" /><category term="DIY" /><category term="mobile pictures" /><category term="101 in 1001" /><category term="Mailbox Monday" /><category term="weekend" /><category term="Chemical Engineering" /><category term="workouts" /><category term="Sephora" /><category term="I'm too old for this shit" /><category term="diet talk" /><category term="all about me" /><category term="Geeky Stuff" /><category term="survey" /><category term="Shopping" /><category term="makeup reviews" /><category term="fun" /><category term="TMI" /><category term="Weird stuff happens to me... A LOT" /><category term="Miss Amber Lane" /><category term="work" /><category term="blogs about blogging" /><category term="Weight Loss Plan 2k9" /><category term="growing up" /><category term="Heavy things" /><category term="Family Drama" /><title>Rachel's Adventures in Wonderland</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Rachel Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498591490204097985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SXyYYjBiIgI/AAAAAAAAABI/K1zoyhFWIIQ/S220/P2170029.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</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/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland" /><feedburner:info uri="rachelsadventuresinwonderland" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMHQ3Y-fCp7ImA9WxFXEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516499191215047739.post-3026016518633603401</id><published>2010-05-17T16:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T16:40:32.854-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-17T16:40:32.854-05:00</app:edited><title>Honeymoon Plans</title><content type="html">When we first started talking honeymoon, Europe was on the table, and I was gung ho hoping for a trip to Greece, Bulgaria, or Croatia.&amp;nbsp; Gorgeous coasts, great food, crystal blue waters.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then my dad offered to pay airfare to mexico, and to let us use his Timeshare in Cabo San Lucas.... So, we went with the free honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/S36O9Ksj0yI/AAAAAAAAAN0/1J9Ezst2iOo/s1600-h/3791226554_e8bacfb246.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/S36O9Ksj0yI/AAAAAAAAAN0/1J9Ezst2iOo/s320/3791226554_e8bacfb246.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm having trouble finding many great pictures of the place online, but this is the biggie for the hotel.&amp;nbsp; This is the view from the pool.... where I plan on spending almost all of my time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Naturally, we will also take time out to go see some of the beautiful sights around Cabo: &lt;br /&gt;
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But probably most of all, we'll get started on our quest for a baby.&amp;nbsp; We've talked about it, and rather than wait a long time after we get married, we're going to try right off the bat.&amp;nbsp; By the time the honeymoon rolls around we'll have been together for SIX years.&amp;nbsp; We've had the "us" time, and we want kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516499191215047739-3026016518633603401?l=miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~4/Ah6tkWS2mVw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/feeds/3026016518633603401/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2010/05/honeymoon-plans-draft.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/3026016518633603401?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/3026016518633603401?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~3/Ah6tkWS2mVw/honeymoon-plans-draft.html" title="Honeymoon Plans" /><author><name>Rachel Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498591490204097985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SXyYYjBiIgI/AAAAAAAAABI/K1zoyhFWIIQ/S220/P2170029.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/S36O9Ksj0yI/AAAAAAAAAN0/1J9Ezst2iOo/s72-c/3791226554_e8bacfb246.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2010/05/honeymoon-plans-draft.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YBSXs9cCp7ImA9WxFSGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516499191215047739.post-3272487741610103486</id><published>2010-04-21T02:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T02:32:38.568-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-21T02:32:38.568-05:00</app:edited><title>Ugh.  my life is a sea of Dramaz.</title><content type="html">So, apparently someone i thought was a best friend wants nothing more to do with me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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One of my bridesmaids not only decided to step down (because she wants to take vacation in Florida the week before my wedding, and doesn't know if she'll have "enough" vacation time for her trip, my wedding and her honeymoon), isn't even coming to my wedding, and then pressured me to step down as one of her maids, so that her 16 year old Male cousin could be a bridesmaid instead of me.&lt;br /&gt;
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on one hand, I'm happy because, she picked one of the ugliest dresses I had seen in a long time.&amp;nbsp; But I'm also very hurt, and I feel very rejected.&amp;nbsp; I went through a lot of work to make her part of my day, and she doesn't even want to show up.&amp;nbsp; I don't understand.&amp;nbsp; Am I that horrible of a friend?&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516499191215047739-3272487741610103486?l=miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~4/b6Mm0EmPEuI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/feeds/3272487741610103486/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2010/04/ugh-my-life-is-sea-of-dramaz.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/3272487741610103486?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/3272487741610103486?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~3/b6Mm0EmPEuI/ugh-my-life-is-sea-of-dramaz.html" title="Ugh.  my life is a sea of Dramaz." /><author><name>Rachel Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498591490204097985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SXyYYjBiIgI/AAAAAAAAABI/K1zoyhFWIIQ/S220/P2170029.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2010/04/ugh-my-life-is-sea-of-dramaz.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8GRHo4fSp7ImA9WxFTFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516499191215047739.post-8087438516695776838</id><published>2010-04-07T01:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T01:47:05.435-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-07T01:47:05.435-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">So, I haven't been blogging latley, and here's why:&lt;br /&gt;
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I am living in a sea of depression:&lt;br /&gt;
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I've been unemployed since December.&amp;nbsp; This is NOT ok.&amp;nbsp; I don't like being dependent on other people, and I especially don't like that I feel so helpless to even find a job.&amp;nbsp; but NO ONE around here is hiring for my degree.&amp;nbsp; I've emailed my resume to every company, responded to every job posting even remotely related to Chemical Engineering, but I'm not even getting "sorry you're not good enough" or "sorry, we can't take on any employees right now"&amp;nbsp; I'm only getting silence.&amp;nbsp; I'm starting to think that I will NEVER work again, and Brett and I will be forced to live out our lives paycheck to paycheck in this stupid apartment.&lt;br /&gt;
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My parents, are still acting like children, and thats all I really want to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Also, someone from my past, has managed to rear his ugly freaking head AGAIN.&amp;nbsp; This has prompted a month filled with nightmares...&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't like to write about sadness here, but i felt I owed any readers I still had an explanation.&amp;nbsp; Because of these things, nothing exciting has been going on, because, i'd rather stay home all day than even leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;
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bah.&lt;br /&gt;
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:(&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh yes, and also, apparently, everyone in my family is gearing up to hate my wedding.&amp;nbsp; I keep hearing second-hand that "so-and-so is crushed that you aren't having REAL wedding cake" "someone who doesn't even have kids is upset that you made it no-kids" and "your mom wants such and such, so you should get it instead of what you want to make her happy" and it's frustrating as hell.&amp;nbsp; I'm trying so hard to make my wedding NOT be "sit there and act interested for an hour, then eat some crappy food" and to be something that people will have fun at, while not spending 9 billionty dollars, and all everyone cares about is some minute detail that "tradition" dictates I'm supposed to have.&amp;nbsp; It's too much pressure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516499191215047739-8087438516695776838?l=miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~4/8xfZ2f7Q66I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/feeds/8087438516695776838/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-i-havent-been-blogging-latley-and.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/8087438516695776838?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/8087438516695776838?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~3/8xfZ2f7Q66I/so-i-havent-been-blogging-latley-and.html" title="" /><author><name>Rachel Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498591490204097985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SXyYYjBiIgI/AAAAAAAAABI/K1zoyhFWIIQ/S220/P2170029.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-i-havent-been-blogging-latley-and.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcCRXczeip7ImA9WxBbEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516499191215047739.post-4875955903020468187</id><published>2010-03-10T18:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T18:24:24.982-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-10T18:24:24.982-06:00</app:edited><title>Harumph.</title><content type="html">I've been struggling with wedding planning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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See, the problem is that, I'm quirky.&amp;nbsp; And I've been questioning my own choices in planning.&amp;nbsp; Part of me wants a traditional cake, but then I remember how much I love the strawberry shortcake from ambrosia, and how happy it makes me.&amp;nbsp; Part of me wants letterpressed, caligraphied-up, professional wedding invites.&amp;nbsp; But then I think about the cute orange and pink ones I've designed to screenprint (which have NO cursive, or instructions on how to dress (other than to wear dancing shoes), or parents names) and the feedback I got from the save the dates, and I'm thrilled with my desicion to diy.&amp;nbsp; And then I think about the dress I got, and how, even though I love it doesn't really "fit in" with the whole quirkyness of handmade invitations, non-floral bouquets, an officiant who has hair longer than mine, and a cake with fresh fruit and a super mario cake topper.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's like the girly side of me and the nerdy/quirky side of me are battling it out for control of the wedding.&amp;nbsp; I want a balance.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I'm a nerd, and quirky, and silly, but at the same time I love shoes, and designer bags, and have hoardes of makeup.&amp;nbsp; I just don't know where to find the balance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516499191215047739-4875955903020468187?l=miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~4/5EAiMWpRlCk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/feeds/4875955903020468187/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2010/03/harumph.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/4875955903020468187?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/4875955903020468187?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~3/5EAiMWpRlCk/harumph.html" title="Harumph." /><author><name>Rachel Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498591490204097985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SXyYYjBiIgI/AAAAAAAAABI/K1zoyhFWIIQ/S220/P2170029.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2010/03/harumph.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYCQnk-cCp7ImA9WxBUEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516499191215047739.post-3248162562288135800</id><published>2010-02-24T10:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T10:16:03.758-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-24T10:16:03.758-06:00</app:edited><title>One dress to rule them all.....</title><content type="html">So, Back in January, I took my butt off to my second attempt at trying on dresses.&amp;nbsp; I made an appointment at a small boutique in town, and with my mom, and bridesmaid April in tow, we went off on a search for gowns.&lt;br /&gt;
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My mom and I got there first, ready to meet April there.&amp;nbsp; The girl who was helping me asked what I wanted and I said "Tulle skirt, after that, I'm game to try anything"&amp;nbsp; She pulled out a dress from the racks, and as soon as I saw it, I had this warm tingly feeling.&amp;nbsp; It was a strapless princess cut dress decorated with sworovski crystals.&amp;nbsp; She said that the sample was a size 10 (which in wedding sizes is Kate Moss), and I almost started crying because I knew I couldn't try that on.&amp;nbsp; I was shown a similar dress sample (this time in my size) to get an idea of how the silhouette will look, She pinned the tiny dress to the front of me, and, it was decided that this was the one.&amp;nbsp; And then my friend April got there.&amp;nbsp; This all happened in under 15 minutes.&amp;nbsp; I didn't even look at other dresses.&amp;nbsp; This one came in just barely over budget (and was easily customized for a very small fee, and I really do mean it was a small fee - $75 to change the neckline to sweetheart).&amp;nbsp; It was in all about $150 more than I had set aside to spend on the dress, but I think it was worth it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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First is my friend David.&amp;nbsp; He is a local food photographer and has taken the photos for several cookbooks.&amp;nbsp; You should go to his website to see some of his amazing work.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.gumbogood.com/"&gt;http://www.gumbogood.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Go on.&amp;nbsp; I'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;
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I went to him and asked if he would do the wedding, but he said that he doesn't like to do weddings and told me he'd do the engagement pics at a substantial price cut for me.&amp;nbsp; So, I jumped on that.&amp;nbsp; There will be a different photographer taking pictures for the wedding, and yet a different one for my bridal shots.&amp;nbsp; What can I say?&amp;nbsp; I'm a photography junkie, and I happen to have several friends who are fantastic at it.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, Here are some of my favorites from the engagement shoot:&lt;br /&gt;
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PS - So, y'all.&amp;nbsp; Apparently, I wrote this back in NOVEMBER, and never hit post... I just saved it.&amp;nbsp; I'm awfully bored today (It's 6:30 in the am, and I've given up on catching any zzzzzz's, so I'm going to try and get myself a nice steady backlogs of posts written today, so that on days I don't feel like writing, I can just pull up an old draft, and hopefully, that will keep me regular?&amp;nbsp; we'll see)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516499191215047739-5944394293722600372?l=miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~4/uwk7IXdDTLI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/feeds/5944394293722600372/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2010/02/engagemnt-pictures.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/5944394293722600372?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/5944394293722600372?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~3/uwk7IXdDTLI/engagemnt-pictures.html" title="ENGAGEMENT PICTURES!" /><author><name>Rachel Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498591490204097985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SXyYYjBiIgI/AAAAAAAAABI/K1zoyhFWIIQ/S220/P2170029.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/S36AvRVjj9I/AAAAAAAAANE/0qU22uoF__E/s72-c/Img616442.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2010/02/engagemnt-pictures.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ENQ3oycSp7ImA9WxBXFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516499191215047739.post-3955971478864744761</id><published>2010-01-25T11:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T11:14:52.499-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-25T11:14:52.499-06:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Sorry for the lack of posts.... Life has been crazy latley. I&amp;#39;m uping&lt;br&gt;my workout time considerably latley because, well, it&amp;#39;s important.&lt;p&gt;I also made a decision to start taking diet pills. I started my&lt;br&gt;prescription Friday morning and this morning the scale read 7.8 pounds&lt;br&gt;lighter than it did. I&amp;#39;m thinking it was a good decision.&lt;p&gt;I have so many good posts planned for y&amp;#39;all about wedding updates, I&lt;br&gt;just need to find the time!  As it is, I&amp;#39;m writing this post on my&lt;br&gt;iPod while on my lunch break (cause less food to eat = more time to&lt;br&gt;goof off on my cell phone!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516499191215047739-3955971478864744761?l=miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~4/pmk9jwMbUy0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/feeds/3955971478864744761/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2010/01/sorry-for-lack-of-posts.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/3955971478864744761?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/3955971478864744761?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~3/pmk9jwMbUy0/sorry-for-lack-of-posts.html" title="" /><author><name>Rachel Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498591490204097985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SXyYYjBiIgI/AAAAAAAAABI/K1zoyhFWIIQ/S220/P2170029.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2010/01/sorry-for-lack-of-posts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QDQXw4eCp7ImA9WxBRFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516499191215047739.post-8866561171825585728</id><published>2010-01-03T11:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T11:22:50.230-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-03T11:22:50.230-06:00</app:edited><title>The weight game.</title><content type="html">So, I am considering something fairly drastic.&amp;nbsp; Diet Pills.&amp;nbsp; of the "about to be banned by the FDA" varriety.&amp;nbsp; I am overweight.&amp;nbsp; and I'm sick of it.&amp;nbsp; I eat fairly healthy (lots of salad, reduced fat, low cal, cut out junk food), I do cardio 3 times a week, and strength train twice a week.&amp;nbsp; AND I'M STILL FAT.&amp;nbsp; I'm sick of having tried everything and failing.&amp;nbsp; I'm sick of loosing only 5 pounds, then seeing nothing else budge on the scale.&amp;nbsp; My cousin has lost 50 pounds since labor day.&amp;nbsp; FIFTY.&amp;nbsp; Does she work out?&amp;nbsp; nope.&amp;nbsp; Does she eat healthy foods?&amp;nbsp; nope.&amp;nbsp; BUT, she took diet pills.&amp;nbsp; So, I'm trying it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't even care if it give me some sort of heart problem.&amp;nbsp; I'm just willing to do whatever it takes to get skinny at this point.&amp;nbsp; (even "eat less, excersize more", which I'm already doing.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516499191215047739-8866561171825585728?l=miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~4/BYFNR2ktTqs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/feeds/8866561171825585728/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2010/01/weight-game.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/8866561171825585728?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/8866561171825585728?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~3/BYFNR2ktTqs/weight-game.html" title="The weight game." /><author><name>Rachel Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498591490204097985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SXyYYjBiIgI/AAAAAAAAABI/K1zoyhFWIIQ/S220/P2170029.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2010/01/weight-game.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4ARX0_eip7ImA9WxBRE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516499191215047739.post-342833365607329837</id><published>2010-01-01T12:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:02:24.342-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-01T12:02:24.342-06:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Happy New Year Everybody!&lt;br /&gt;
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My only resolution is to be happy this year.&amp;nbsp; There were too many twists and turns for me in 2009, and well, now... it's time for the fresh start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516499191215047739-342833365607329837?l=miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~4/BOxBafcLmQ4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/feeds/342833365607329837/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-everybody-my-only.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/342833365607329837?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/342833365607329837?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~3/BOxBafcLmQ4/happy-new-year-everybody-my-only.html" title="" /><author><name>Rachel Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498591490204097985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SXyYYjBiIgI/AAAAAAAAABI/K1zoyhFWIIQ/S220/P2170029.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-everybody-my-only.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08MRnw_fip7ImA9WxBREkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516499191215047739.post-8891249257984365745</id><published>2009-12-30T17:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:31:27.246-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-30T17:31:27.246-06:00</app:edited><title>Bad Bad Rachel!</title><content type="html">I know, I've been a horrible blogger, but in my defence.... I got nothin'.&lt;br /&gt;
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Since we last talked I got&amp;nbsp; new job.&amp;nbsp; It's nothing exciting, and it's not even engineering.&amp;nbsp; I'm working in the file room at a repair shop in a car dealership.&amp;nbsp; The files come in, I put them in folders, I put the folders back.&amp;nbsp; Occasionally, I get folders for people who need to see the history of a car.&amp;nbsp; That's my day.&amp;nbsp; It's only part time (about 20 hrs/wk) and pays peanuts, but at least it's something.&amp;nbsp; So I've been doing that.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've also been trying to keep the "grand scale" of my wedding down.&amp;nbsp; Everyone around me seems to want cherub encrusted go boxes for a fancy wedding cake with handmade custom cake toppers, and I want strawberry shortcake with cute animals dressed up like brides and grooms and plain-ish boxes decorated by me.&amp;nbsp; Never mind that I found a way to get gourmet cake for the entire guest list for under $300 from a place that charges over a grand for "wedding" cakes before decorations.&amp;nbsp; No, we have to have "real" wedding cake.&amp;nbsp; I'm like anti-bridezilla over here.&amp;nbsp; My mom is freaking out over people potentially wearing jeans because the invitations are "too casual", and I could care less what they wear, as long as they have fun.&amp;nbsp; And it seems like every fun thing I want to do for the wedding is being shot down because it's not "traditional" enough.&amp;nbsp; I just want to yell "I'M NOT TRADITIONAL EITHER, HAVE YOU NOTICED?"&amp;nbsp; End rant.&lt;br /&gt;
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Also, I got the results back from the big test I took back in October (which I apparently never blogged about?), and I PASSED.&amp;nbsp; This was the Fundamental of Engineering exam which is the first step in me becoming a licensed professional engineer.&amp;nbsp; It was hard.&amp;nbsp; I studied for months.&amp;nbsp; PAYOFF BABIES.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyhow, That's about it.&amp;nbsp; Not much to write about.&lt;br /&gt;
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I promise I'll be back much sooner next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516499191215047739-8891249257984365745?l=miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~4/EHH4oeCKkr8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/feeds/8891249257984365745/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/12/bad-bad-rachel.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/8891249257984365745?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/8891249257984365745?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~3/EHH4oeCKkr8/bad-bad-rachel.html" title="Bad Bad Rachel!" /><author><name>Rachel Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498591490204097985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SXyYYjBiIgI/AAAAAAAAABI/K1zoyhFWIIQ/S220/P2170029.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/12/bad-bad-rachel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8BRXY9fyp7ImA9WxBTE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516499191215047739.post-50514241234552165</id><published>2009-12-09T11:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T11:14:14.867-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-09T11:14:14.867-06:00</app:edited><title>Money Money Money</title><content type="html">So.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow Is my last day at work.&amp;nbsp; Part of me is looking forward to being able to have a break and sleep in everyday for a few weeks.&amp;nbsp; The rest of me is scared shitless.&amp;nbsp; Because, I like money.&amp;nbsp; And not making any of it, is going to suck.&amp;nbsp; I'm trying to get my new business up and going, and hopefully that will garner some cash, but, from what I've seen advertizing on Craigslist is not going to help much, the only responces I've gotten so far are from people thinking I'm posting a personals ad (I don't know why).&lt;br /&gt;
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I've made the decision to turn on ads for the blog.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully this can help somewhere.&amp;nbsp; I know it wont help much, but I figured it couldn't hurt to try.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you're very opposed to the ads, let me know, I care about what my readers think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516499191215047739-50514241234552165?l=miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~4/sEcaNls5JsQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/feeds/50514241234552165/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/12/money-money-money.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/50514241234552165?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/50514241234552165?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~3/sEcaNls5JsQ/money-money-money.html" title="Money Money Money" /><author><name>Rachel Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498591490204097985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SXyYYjBiIgI/AAAAAAAAABI/K1zoyhFWIIQ/S220/P2170029.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/12/money-money-money.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ABR3Y9eip7ImA9WxNaFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516499191215047739.post-3548251091641032128</id><published>2009-12-01T10:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T10:42:36.862-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-01T10:42:36.862-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mailbox Monday" /><title>I'm trying something new.</title><content type="html">Themed posts to keep me more regularly posting!&lt;br /&gt;
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I think Monday will be Mailbag Monday.&amp;nbsp; Where I write short open letters.&amp;nbsp; I stole this from &lt;a href="http://www.clevergirlgoesblog.com/"&gt;http://www.clevergirlgoesblog.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I know that it's Tuesady, but I wanted to start this now!&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;
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Dear The New Orleans Saints; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I've been waiting my entire life for y'all to be so awesome.&amp;nbsp; TOTALLY WORTH IT.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Love,&lt;br /&gt;
Rachel&lt;br /&gt;
_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
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Dear The Chicago Cubs, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why can't you be more like the saints?&lt;br /&gt;
-Rachel&lt;br /&gt;
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Dear ABC, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I officially hate you.&amp;nbsp; Stop cancelling awesome shows even though they are gaining more and more viewers every week.&amp;nbsp; First Pushing daisies, now Eastwick?&amp;nbsp; If you cut Ugly Betty, I will end you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
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ANNNNNNND, done.&lt;br /&gt;
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In other news, I'm still looking for a new job, and in the meantime, I'm going to work on becoming a "personal organizer" for some extra cash, since I'm 2 months shy of working to be eligible to apply for unemployment.&amp;nbsp; (Thanks, buttholes in management)&amp;nbsp; If anyone has any ideas on how to market myself, and what to include in my website I'm building... you know where the comment box is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516499191215047739-3548251091641032128?l=miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~4/EyDOAOEGWl8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/feeds/3548251091641032128/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-trying-something-new.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/3548251091641032128?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/3548251091641032128?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~3/EyDOAOEGWl8/im-trying-something-new.html" title="I'm trying something new." /><author><name>Rachel Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498591490204097985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SXyYYjBiIgI/AAAAAAAAABI/K1zoyhFWIIQ/S220/P2170029.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-trying-something-new.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ENSHo5fip7ImA9WxNbGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516499191215047739.post-1637455487074984894</id><published>2009-11-23T11:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:01:39.426-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T11:01:39.426-06:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">I had really hoped to blog about my engagement pictures today, however, our photographer is still working on the processing.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, instead, I bring you:&amp;nbsp; MY FURBABY, Charlie:&lt;br /&gt;
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In May of 2008 I dogsat for a friend of mine who&amp;nbsp;has a 110 pound black lab mix (named Dr. Frankenfurter).&amp;nbsp; I grew up with a black lab, and love dogs.&amp;nbsp; Being around Frankie reminded me of how much I missed having a dog in my life.&amp;nbsp; Around this time, I also discovered long coat Chihuahuas.&amp;nbsp; A friend of mine got one, and it was the sweetest dog I'd ever met.&amp;nbsp; Long coats are bred to select for personality traits mostly, and personally,&amp;nbsp;I find them WAY cuter than smooth coats.&lt;br /&gt;
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One day on a whim, Brett and I decided to stop in a pet store and play with puppies.&amp;nbsp; We had decided on getting a dog from a shelter after we moved in June, and I wanted to get a feel for what type of dog we would be compatible with.&amp;nbsp; First we played with a Min-Pin, who aggrivated Brett's allergies so much that he was immediatley out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;
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Next we looked into a window, and saw two dogs, one was a sleeping 2 pound long coat chihuahua.&amp;nbsp; I asked the girl to get him for me, and as soon as I held him, I was in love.&amp;nbsp; He nuzzled up to my neck, cuddled with me, and fell asleep right there.&amp;nbsp; We asked how much he was.&amp;nbsp; Over $2,000, but if we paid in cash today, they would knock off 15%.&amp;nbsp; Brett said no, and I cried the whole way home.&amp;nbsp; He went back to Cleveland that night (at the time were Long distance), and over the course of 3 days, I went to visit this amazingly sweet pup&amp;nbsp;2 more times.&amp;nbsp; Each time it was harder to give him back.&amp;nbsp; Eventually, I convinced Brett that he would make a wonderful birthday present, while simultaneously convincing the pet store to give us a 50% discount on the pup that I had already named Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;
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Since then he has brought something into our lives that we never knew we could have with a dog.&amp;nbsp; He is pretty darn close to perfect.&amp;nbsp; He almost never barks (the exception being if he thinks that there might be an intruder coming to get us), he snuggles with us like a champ, he's as sweet as can be, and he's our little slice of awesome.&amp;nbsp; He is five pounds of pure sugar.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516499191215047739-1637455487074984894?l=miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~4/r0FNyyGFbPM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/feeds/1637455487074984894/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-had-really-hoped-to-blog-about-my.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/1637455487074984894?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/1637455487074984894?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~3/r0FNyyGFbPM/i-had-really-hoped-to-blog-about-my.html" title="" /><author><name>Rachel Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498591490204097985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SXyYYjBiIgI/AAAAAAAAABI/K1zoyhFWIIQ/S220/P2170029.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3014/2845197109_90fbe528b1_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-had-really-hoped-to-blog-about-my.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cDQXc9cSp7ImA9WxNbFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516499191215047739.post-6613549414693442912</id><published>2009-11-18T09:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T09:44:30.969-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-18T09:44:30.969-06:00</app:edited><title>Back to workouts!</title><content type="html">Well, I went back to working out with Muscles&amp;nbsp;on Monday night (I hadn't gone in TWO MONTHS!) and I'm still sore all over.&amp;nbsp; I took time off from the gym and my running while I was sick, and barley had the energy to stand, and now that I'm feeling better, it's time to get back into the swing of things.&lt;br /&gt;
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In other news, while I normal put an "embargo" on Christmas decorations until after Thanksgiving, I'm doing things different this year.&amp;nbsp; The tree still wont go up until next week, but stonkings have been hung, lights have been strung, and Christmas Candies fill the decorative wooden bowls around my apartment.&amp;nbsp; I'm listening to Christmas albums, baking cookies, and taking in the spirit of the season.&lt;br /&gt;
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I want this year to be a great Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;
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My entire life, the only real tradition my family has had has been that my brother and I wake up early, rouse our parents, and everyone unwraps presents while we watch "A Christmas Story" as a family, and then we spend the rest of the day eating, playing and never changing out of Pajamas (unless we were in Lousiana, in that case, we changed and went to MawMaws house for homemade candy, and an endless feast).&amp;nbsp; Christmas has always been my favorite holiday, no one faught, no one cried, and no one yelled (unless it was a yell of "YAY I LOVE IT").&amp;nbsp; Last year was the first year that I didn't wake up at my parents house.&amp;nbsp; I didn't know that it was going to be the last time I even had the chance.&amp;nbsp; Instead Boyfriend and I trecked up to Ohio to visit his family and (aside from being there to visit with Amber) it was not an enjoyable trip for me.&amp;nbsp; His family had tricked us and said the family dinner would be ON Christmas, it wasn't, it was 2 days later (so, in short, we could've done both family celebrations but instead I got cheated out of seeing my brother, spending the last Christmas together as a family, and I spent Christmas morning crying because I was homesick).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I want this Christmas to start a new tradition.&amp;nbsp; One for me and Boyfriend.&amp;nbsp; I just don't know what it will be yet.&amp;nbsp; This will be the first year that we wake up together in our own place on Christmas morning.&amp;nbsp; I want it to be fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516499191215047739-6613549414693442912?l=miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~4/d_9sQTfhCQ0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/feeds/6613549414693442912/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-to-workouts.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/6613549414693442912?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/6613549414693442912?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~3/d_9sQTfhCQ0/back-to-workouts.html" title="Back to workouts!" /><author><name>Rachel Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498591490204097985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SXyYYjBiIgI/AAAAAAAAABI/K1zoyhFWIIQ/S220/P2170029.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-to-workouts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQHRHw9eSp7ImA9WxNbEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516499191215047739.post-5168733060634374497</id><published>2009-11-13T08:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T08:58:55.261-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-13T08:58:55.261-06:00</app:edited><title>Resolve</title><content type="html">So, Yesterday was a somewhat enlightening day for me.&amp;nbsp; And I have some "resolvements" this morning so to speak, so now, in twitter style:&lt;br /&gt;
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I have resolved that:&lt;br /&gt;
-Starbucks will never spell my name correctly on a cup (because Rachel is just TOO hard I guess)&lt;br /&gt;
-There are worse things in life than getting laid off from a job you hate&lt;br /&gt;
-That, yes in fact, I do want to be a Chemical Engineer&lt;br /&gt;
-That moving into Project Management one day is still my upmost goal.&lt;br /&gt;
-That I hate THIS job... not this profession.&lt;br /&gt;
-That "Passion Tea" is a horrible substitute for green tea at starbucks, but it's the only decaf tea option, so I'll drink it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think that's about it.&amp;nbsp; I'm starting to look at the lay off as a positive thing.&amp;nbsp; At the very worst case I will be out of work for a month-ish until work starts coming in at my "home company" (they have the contracts, just not the physical workload).&amp;nbsp; I will be in a place where I can learn a little bit more.&amp;nbsp; I can ask for more money now.&amp;nbsp; I will be in a better place to learn from Project Managers.&amp;nbsp; This is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, I want to respond to the comment that Amber Lane left on my post yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Indeed, I am more fun, energetic, and social than most engineer types.&amp;nbsp; And I think that is what will make me a good Project Manager.&amp;nbsp; It is a job perfectly suited for me.&amp;nbsp; It's filled with spreadsheets, file folders, teamwork, and (my favorite) team building outings!&amp;nbsp; There is in fact a 5 year plan (which I will naturally be altering slightly today, given the new set of variables) (also, naturally, it's been put into a gannt chart, because, I am a dork) to get me there.&amp;nbsp; It's all just a matter of building myself as an engineer first.&amp;nbsp; Also, while I would LOVE to move back to Ohio and start fabulous party planning with you, the snow will have to leave first.&amp;nbsp; No more snow for me.&amp;nbsp; Snow is evil.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well Readers, Here's to a fruitful job hunt! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516499191215047739-5168733060634374497?l=miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~4/x2HAZ0S_36A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/feeds/5168733060634374497/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/11/resolve.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/5168733060634374497?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/5168733060634374497?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~3/x2HAZ0S_36A/resolve.html" title="Resolve" /><author><name>Rachel Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498591490204097985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SXyYYjBiIgI/AAAAAAAAABI/K1zoyhFWIIQ/S220/P2170029.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/11/resolve.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04FQHs_cCp7ImA9WxNbEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516499191215047739.post-4552587630005729689</id><published>2009-11-12T10:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T10:05:11.548-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-12T10:05:11.548-06:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Well.&lt;br /&gt;
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This morning I recieved news that as of December 11th, I will be laid off.&amp;nbsp; At least I have a whole month to look for something else.&amp;nbsp; The trouble I'm having is that I'm not sure that I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to stay in Chemical Engineering.&amp;nbsp; I hate the job I have now.&amp;nbsp; I don't get it.&amp;nbsp; I loved all my internships, maybe it's just THIS job.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't know, I've been fantasizing latley about other career paths.&amp;nbsp; Nursing, Wedding Planning, Activity Co-ordinating... something with more face to face interaction.&amp;nbsp; My problem is that I don't know how to ebb into any of those feilds, and I also know that I like money, and wont make the amount of money that I make now, at least, not initially.&amp;nbsp; I don't know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516499191215047739-4552587630005729689?l=miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~4/-INT9jwtsJs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/feeds/4552587630005729689/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/11/well.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/4552587630005729689?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/4552587630005729689?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~3/-INT9jwtsJs/well.html" title="" /><author><name>Rachel Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498591490204097985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SXyYYjBiIgI/AAAAAAAAABI/K1zoyhFWIIQ/S220/P2170029.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/11/well.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUANSX44cCp7ImA9WxNUGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516499191215047739.post-6479728438503452246</id><published>2009-11-11T10:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T10:43:18.038-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-11T10:43:18.038-06:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">I know, I know.&amp;nbsp; It's been over 2 weeks.&amp;nbsp; In my defense, Things have been hectic, though not in any kind of exciting way to provide any bloggy material.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyhow; After my doctor apointment on the 30th I found out what has been casing me grief in my stomach.&amp;nbsp; I have what is apparently a fairly severe case of Acid Reflux as well as something called a "Sliding Hiatus Hernia" (what this means is that due to stress, the muscles in my eusaphagus have tensed so much that they are litterally pulling my stomach into my chest cavity.)&amp;nbsp; The doctor perscribed Nexium and a reduction in stress.&amp;nbsp; Reduction in stress is a tricky one for me.&amp;nbsp; Right now I'm working on avoiding the foods that add to the stress effects in my body (fatty foods, caffeine, chocolate, alcohol, etc.)&amp;nbsp; Fatty foods has been the easiest.&amp;nbsp; Lack of caffeine and chocolate means that&amp;nbsp;I cannot have my favorite winter treat: Starbucks Pepermint White Mocha.&amp;nbsp; Oh yea, I'm also supposed to avoid pepermints... I've switched to a decaf green tea in the mornings (Thank You Arizona Tea company for making your diet green tea in decaf!)&lt;br /&gt;
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Reduction in stress is not going so well.&amp;nbsp; This is a tricky one for me.&amp;nbsp; I tend to worry and stress over little things, and planning a wedding + parents divorce + Brett potentialy losing his job + every day normal stresses doesn't bode well for me.&amp;nbsp; But I will work on my coping mechanisms, and things will get better.&lt;br /&gt;
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In happier news, I'm still IN LOVE with the clarisonic.&amp;nbsp; I'm using it religiously, and in return it has given me some GREAT skin.&amp;nbsp; I haven't&amp;nbsp;worn concealer in weeks, and I completley skipped my "about to start my period" face breakout this month.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also booked a DJ for the wedding.&amp;nbsp; He is somewhat expensive, but, Has amazing reviews all over the web and I feel like a good DJ can really make or break the "party theme" of an event.&amp;nbsp; And I want booties on the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's about it as far as "news in Rachel Land goes"&amp;nbsp; See, two weeks, in a quick update.&amp;nbsp; So, that's that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516499191215047739-6479728438503452246?l=miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~4/7gMKz3qXqKs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/feeds/6479728438503452246/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know-i-know.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/6479728438503452246?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/6479728438503452246?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~3/7gMKz3qXqKs/i-know-i-know.html" title="" /><author><name>Rachel Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498591490204097985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SXyYYjBiIgI/AAAAAAAAABI/K1zoyhFWIIQ/S220/P2170029.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know-i-know.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04FRX04eyp7ImA9WxNVFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516499191215047739.post-993880982671603264</id><published>2009-10-26T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T10:45:14.333-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-26T10:45:14.333-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sephora" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="101 in 1001" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="makeup reviews" /><title>101 in 1001 plus why I love the fine people at Clarisonic.</title><content type="html">So, I guess there was some confusion about my last post.&amp;nbsp; The 101 in 1001 is a list of 101 goals to complete in 1001 days.&amp;nbsp; As to why&amp;nbsp;I want to fold all those cranes?&amp;nbsp; In Asian folklore it is said that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thousand_origami_cranes"&gt;1000 paper cranes&lt;/a&gt; will make a wish come true, it is also associated with 1000 years of hapiness and prosperity.&amp;nbsp; I want to fold these cranes and somehow incorporate them into the wedding.&amp;nbsp; Because I am &lt;strike&gt;a dork&lt;/strike&gt; totally sappy.&lt;br /&gt;
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In other news, there are some list items completed, or kind of anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Pass the FE Exam - This is "in progress"&amp;nbsp; I took the exam on Saturday (yay! done studying!) but wont get the results until January.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully I passed it because I don't want to ever take that test again.&amp;nbsp; Other things I don't want to ever do again: Anything involving electrical engineering.&amp;nbsp; ouch.&lt;br /&gt;
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Also: 29) Buy a Clarisonic Skincare Brush.&lt;br /&gt;
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I took the plunge, I bought it, in pink naturally.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SuW-yoXurrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LxkGE5JGR04/s1600-h/P211002_hero.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SuW-yoXurrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LxkGE5JGR04/s320/P211002_hero.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am in love y'all.&amp;nbsp; If you have ever considered buying one of these babies, but hessitated based on the price, JUST JUMP IN AND DO IT.&amp;nbsp; It is truly worth every penny.&amp;nbsp; Even after 3 days I have noticed a HUGE improvement in my skin.&amp;nbsp; Important fact of note here: I am a compulsive skin picker.&amp;nbsp; This means that without even realizing it I will pick at every flaw in my face until I've turned it all into a bloody mess, I don't even notice that I'm doing it half of the time until the damage is done.&amp;nbsp; That said, my pick sites are healing remarkably fast, my scars seem to be fading quicker than ever, and my skin tone is evening in ways&amp;nbsp;I didn't think possible.&amp;nbsp; And this is only after 3 days.&amp;nbsp; Imagine what I will see in one month!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I bought it online from Sephora (where they are running a "friends and family special" through Nov 2, 2009 - the online code is FF2009, I got 20% off).&amp;nbsp; I noticed they also have a smaller size "travel" version that is $50 cheaper.&amp;nbsp; I opted not to get that one because it only had one speed setting and one timmer setting.&amp;nbsp; The full size version has 2 speeds, and 3 timer settings, allowing for a little more customization.&amp;nbsp; I've been using it with the included cleansers and following up with DDF 10% Glycolic Toner and Philosophy Hope in a Jar.&amp;nbsp; I can feel a noticible difference in the moisture level (I was using the DDF and hope in a jar with a DDF cleanser before, FYI) over time using the Clarisonic (meaning my face HOLDS moisture better than ever.).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously, y'all, just do it.&amp;nbsp; Get the Clarisonic and never look back.&amp;nbsp; Best. Purchace. Ever.&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/4516499191215047739-993880982671603264?l=miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~4/JLZutzTP44k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/feeds/993880982671603264/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/10/101-in-1001-plus-why-i-love-fine-people.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/993880982671603264?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/993880982671603264?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~3/JLZutzTP44k/101-in-1001-plus-why-i-love-fine-people.html" title="101 in 1001 plus why I love the fine people at Clarisonic." /><author><name>Rachel Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498591490204097985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SXyYYjBiIgI/AAAAAAAAABI/K1zoyhFWIIQ/S220/P2170029.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SuW-yoXurrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LxkGE5JGR04/s72-c/P211002_hero.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/10/101-in-1001-plus-why-i-love-fine-people.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUACQHo7fSp7ImA9WxNVEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516499191215047739.post-8047149170881699005</id><published>2009-10-20T10:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T10:49:21.405-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-20T10:49:21.405-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="101 in 1001" /><title>Oh my Gosh!</title><content type="html">I can't believe is has been a week since I posted!&lt;br /&gt;
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I have been a busy bee preparing myself for my upcoming Fundamentals of Engineering Exam.&amp;nbsp; It's on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; I have been studying with almost every spare second of my days.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, there hasn't been much to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, I have also been working on a 101 in 1001 list.&amp;nbsp; Right now, I'm only at 76 items, so any suggestions on how to finish this are more than welcome!&lt;br /&gt;
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101 in 1001 (Finish&amp;nbsp;Date: Tuesday, July 17, 2012)&lt;br /&gt;
1. Read Anne Rice's "The Vampire Chronicles" (0/10)&lt;br /&gt;
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2. Read 10 books that I already own, but haven't read yet (0/10)&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Pass the FE Exam&lt;br /&gt;
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4. Ask for, and get, a raise in my salary&lt;br /&gt;
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5. Work somewhere other than the company I work for now&lt;br /&gt;
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6. Bring Chemical Engineering Textbooks to work&lt;br /&gt;
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7. Make/Build a Kite and Fly It&lt;br /&gt;
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8. Complete a "100 things that make me happy" list and scrapbook it&lt;br /&gt;
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9. List handmade cards for sale on Etsy&lt;br /&gt;
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10. Fold 1000 Paper Cranes (0/1000)&lt;br /&gt;
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11. Buy and color all pages of a coloring book&lt;br /&gt;
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12. Make a scrapbook of me and Brett&lt;br /&gt;
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13. Take 26 Photos to represent A-Z (Theme TBD)&lt;br /&gt;
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14. Pay all Credit Cards off in Full 12 months in a row (0/12)&lt;br /&gt;
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15. Set up 401k&lt;br /&gt;
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16. Open savings accounts for the following purposes : savings for house, savings for retirement, savings for future children's college &lt;br /&gt;
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17. Pay off Bank of America Credit Card&lt;br /&gt;
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18. Buy a House&lt;br /&gt;
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19. Bake a Pie from scratch (crust and all)&lt;br /&gt;
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20. Attend the Louisiana Strawberry Festival&lt;br /&gt;
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21. Eat at the Melting pot 6 times (0/6)&lt;br /&gt;
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22. Take a Leisure Class at Louisiana Culinary Institute&lt;br /&gt;
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23. Eat a Deep fried Snickers Bar&lt;br /&gt;
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24. Run a 5K&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;25. Don't eat fast food for 60 days straight 3 times (1/60) (0/3)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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26. Find an alternative to Skin Picking for when I'm stressed&lt;br /&gt;
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27. Go 30 days without alcohol 3 times (0/3)&lt;br /&gt;
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28. Get a Facial&lt;br /&gt;
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29. Give up Caffeine for 30 days&lt;br /&gt;
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30. Establish Rules for self regarding caffeine intake&lt;br /&gt;
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31. Actually Say No to something I don't want to do 10 times (in lieu of saying yes to please another person) (0/10)&lt;br /&gt;
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32. Unplug from Facebook for an entire week&lt;br /&gt;
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33. Wash Face every night for 30 days (0/30)&lt;br /&gt;
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34. Take at least 10 bubble baths (0/10)&lt;br /&gt;
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35. Get Married&lt;br /&gt;
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36. Get Pregnant&lt;br /&gt;
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37. Host a Holiday Dinner at my own House.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;38. Get my hair back to that blonde color that I LOVED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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39. Learn to Locate all 50 US states on a map&lt;br /&gt;
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40. Sing karaoke in Public&lt;br /&gt;
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41. Place in the top 4 of a Magic Tournament&lt;br /&gt;
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42. Host a Poker Night&lt;br /&gt;
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43. Attend a Pub Trivia night&lt;br /&gt;
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44. Get Teeth Whitened&lt;br /&gt;
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45. Complete a NYTimes Sunday Crossword with NO help from people or internet.&lt;br /&gt;
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46. Make 5 New Friends (0/5)&lt;br /&gt;
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47. Wear Makeup Everyday for 30 Days (0/30)&lt;br /&gt;
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48. Volunteer for an Animal Shelter 6 times (0/6)&lt;br /&gt;
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49. Have personal photos printed, frame, and bring to work.&lt;br /&gt;
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50. Watch 26 Movies I've never seen starting with each letter of the alphabet (not including movies for other items on the list) (0/26)&lt;br /&gt;
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51. Watch 10 of the IMDB Top 250 Movies (not including movies for other items on the list) (0/10)&lt;br /&gt;
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52. Finally watch "Citizen Cane"&lt;br /&gt;
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53. re-organize and begin using Franklin Covey Planner again (as a tool to track goals instead of time)&lt;br /&gt;
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54. Set Up a "finished crafts" display stand in the craft room/office.&lt;br /&gt;
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55. Organize Video Games into a system similar to DVDs&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;56. Finish organizing DVDs &amp;amp; DVD catalogue spreadsheet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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57. Go to Paris with Brett&lt;br /&gt;
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58. Make and send 6 Halloween Greeting Cards one year&lt;br /&gt;
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59. Make and Send 15 Christmas Cards one year&lt;br /&gt;
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60. Kiss Brett at the top of the Eiffel Tower (Vegas Or Paris)&lt;br /&gt;
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61. Surprise Brett with Candlelit dinner&lt;br /&gt;
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62. Go to Las Vegas again (this time, don't loose so much money)&lt;br /&gt;
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63. Finally throw out all of my expired Makeup&lt;br /&gt;
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64. Get something other than "the usual" at 6 different restraunts (0/6)&lt;br /&gt;
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65. Go 30 days without meat (including fish) 3 times (0/3)&lt;br /&gt;
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66. Establish and rules regarding fast-food, takeout, and fried foods&lt;br /&gt;
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67. Make dinner (using no shortcuts) everyday for 7 days&lt;br /&gt;
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68. Go 90 days without Chocolate (0/90)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strike&gt;69. Buy a Clarisonic Skin Brush &lt;/strike&gt;(Bought that, this morning using the Sephora Friends and Family Discount (online cupon code: FF2009))&lt;br /&gt;
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70. Donate $5 for every item not completed to American Cancer Foundation (Current total: $500)&lt;br /&gt;
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71. Go 30 days without dairy 3 times (0/3)&lt;br /&gt;
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72. Clean and organize the accessory closet (and give away at least half of the purses and shoes)&lt;br /&gt;
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73. Go to 5 “New to me” local restaurants&lt;br /&gt;
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74. Save $10,000 (for “the future”, not a house)&lt;br /&gt;
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75. Finish a Quilt&lt;br /&gt;
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76. Host a “wine night” where all wines are under $10 or come from a box.&lt;br /&gt;
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77. TBD&lt;br /&gt;
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78. TBD&lt;br /&gt;
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101. TBD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516499191215047739-8047149170881699005?l=miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~4/eZDk7KBlNgs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/feeds/8047149170881699005/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-my-gosh.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/8047149170881699005?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/8047149170881699005?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~3/eZDk7KBlNgs/oh-my-gosh.html" title="Oh my Gosh!" /><author><name>Rachel Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498591490204097985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SXyYYjBiIgI/AAAAAAAAABI/K1zoyhFWIIQ/S220/P2170029.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-my-gosh.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8HSXkzcSp7ImA9WxNWFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516499191215047739.post-7818092749301694320</id><published>2009-10-13T10:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T10:30:38.789-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-13T10:30:38.789-05:00</app:edited><title>Meep</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;Yes, I have been a bad blogger.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I have been keeping up with reading, I just haven&amp;#39;t had much to say.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I want to tank everyone who commented on my last post.  It really means a lot to me.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;And here&amp;#39;s some bullet point action of what I&amp;#39;ve been up to:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;-Trying to figure how to stay out of the middle of this divorce&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;-Midnight emergency vet visits with Charlie (after he got into something that didn&amp;#39;t agree with him)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;-Going back to blonde&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;-Trying to find a &amp;quot;Guidance Counselor&amp;quot; for adults&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;-Crafting, Crafting, Crafting (Halloween cards, cards for my fabulous bridesmaids, buliten boards of awesomeness, etc)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;-Doctors visits to figure out my stomach problems&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;-Did I mention I went back to blonde?  cause that&amp;#39;s the highlight (PUN INTENDED) of my week &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I have some posts in the works right now:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;-Blonde hair pictures&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;-some wedding related posts&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;-a few &amp;#39;round the house crafts that I want to post about.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;For now, I&amp;#39;m going to get back to work, put my head down and charge through the rest of today.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &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/4516499191215047739-7818092749301694320?l=miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~4/ZCVNhZI9bng" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/feeds/7818092749301694320/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/10/meep.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/7818092749301694320?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/7818092749301694320?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~3/ZCVNhZI9bng/meep.html" title="Meep" /><author><name>Rachel Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498591490204097985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SXyYYjBiIgI/AAAAAAAAABI/K1zoyhFWIIQ/S220/P2170029.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/10/meep.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUNR3o5eip7ImA9WxNXGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516499191215047739.post-918955735322055467</id><published>2009-10-06T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T09:11:36.422-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-06T09:11:36.422-05:00</app:edited><title>100th post.</title><content type="html">This was supposed to be a post with a great giveaway in it.&amp;nbsp; I just hadn't thought of it yet.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, my giveaway will have to wait.&amp;nbsp; You may remember that in my last post.. I talked about getting some bad news... and I need to blog about it now.&lt;br /&gt;
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12 days ago, my whole life changed.&amp;nbsp; I pulled into my parent's driveway ready to meet my mom and go out for the evening.&amp;nbsp; I saw my mom and asked if she was ready to leave, and she said "well, I've had kind of a bad day... we need to talk."&amp;nbsp; She explained to me that my dad was having an affair, and that she kicked him out.&amp;nbsp; I spent Friday working on the office/craft room, then spent the rest of the weekend crying.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday, my mom filed for divorce.&amp;nbsp; My dad has already put in an offer on a new house and keeps talking about "starting over."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I do not feel good.&amp;nbsp; I'm actually angry at people who went through divorce as children.&amp;nbsp; Because, they were sent to psychologists, people cared what they went through.&amp;nbsp; I keep hearing "oh, just get over it."&amp;nbsp; I don't want to.&amp;nbsp; I want to hit people, I want to stay in bed all day, I want to cry.&amp;nbsp; But, no, I'm an adult.&amp;nbsp; I have to go to work, and act like I'm not falling to pieces, I have to act like I'm not loosing my hope and faith in love.&amp;nbsp; I have to pretend that this doesn't make me SO FREAKING SCARED to get married.&amp;nbsp; It's hard.&amp;nbsp; And it's happening SO fast.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, there's where I'm at, readers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516499191215047739-918955735322055467?l=miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~4/1gMgojBXIrs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/feeds/918955735322055467/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/10/100th-post.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/918955735322055467?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/918955735322055467?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~3/1gMgojBXIrs/100th-post.html" title="100th post." /><author><name>Rachel Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498591490204097985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SXyYYjBiIgI/AAAAAAAAABI/K1zoyhFWIIQ/S220/P2170029.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/10/100th-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QESX4-eip7ImA9WxNQGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516499191215047739.post-4631155098562894191</id><published>2009-09-25T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T18:28:28.052-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-25T18:28:28.052-05:00</app:edited><title>Hokay, Sho...</title><content type="html">Now, I wasn't planning on having this project completed until Sunday to blog about, but I recieved some... less than settling news last night, which put me in the mood to finish off my organizing cleaning spectacular in the Office.&amp;nbsp; Here's the problem with our office... I let Boyfriend be in charge of it.&amp;nbsp; Big Mistake.&amp;nbsp; Huge.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here's the before:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, this is in fact, my work area, so this is my fault.&amp;nbsp; But beyond here lies... well... Boyfriend's fault.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;From the doorway (note the pile of dishes, beer bottles, and trash surrounding boyfriend's area...).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The closet... filled with boxes we still haven't unpacked from over a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Finally, a corner full of boxes and computer stuff....&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And after a full day of pulling out boxes, assembling shelves, and organizing, (plus breaks to watch Grey's, Modern Family, and Eastwick) I'm proud to show off the&amp;nbsp; AFTER:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/Sr1N43EwMJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/CET2gXCBFEg/s1600-h/100_1331.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/Sr1N43EwMJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/CET2gXCBFEg/s320/100_1331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My work area.&amp;nbsp; The board above my desk has some finished greeting cards waiting to be sent out.&amp;nbsp; You can also see the huge daquiri that Brett picked up for me when he went out earlier.&amp;nbsp; Trust me, if you had been through what I've been through in the past 24 hours, you'd need one too (by the by, that's not a reference to the cleaning, but to the unsettling news I received in regards to... well, I don't want to talk about it.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The closet, NOW.... much improved.&amp;nbsp; The pink boxes contain craft supplies, the unit on the left will house my laptop when I need desk space for crafting, so that I'll still be able to listen to my tunes.&amp;nbsp; You can see that I took the hippie way out when I decorated and utilized my sarongs... but I'm not ashamed, it warms the place up a bit. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our new bookshelf.&amp;nbsp; It holds the contents of most of those boxes you saw in the before pictures.&amp;nbsp; Including all of my textbooks from school...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Boyfriend's Desk (and Charlie's tail).&amp;nbsp; MUCH BETTAH.&amp;nbsp; Note the trashcan I strategically placed next to the desk... Still a mess of wires otherwise, but, I get the feeling it will be hard to control that.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Some clean floors, and an extra cute goggie. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span id="goog_1253919912333"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1253919912334"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516499191215047739-4631155098562894191?l=miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~4/e9XvRS2nBts" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/feeds/4631155098562894191/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/09/hokay-sho.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/4631155098562894191?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/4631155098562894191?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~3/e9XvRS2nBts/hokay-sho.html" title="Hokay, Sho..." /><author><name>Rachel Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498591490204097985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SXyYYjBiIgI/AAAAAAAAABI/K1zoyhFWIIQ/S220/P2170029.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/Sr1NM_ys4YI/AAAAAAAAAKs/VZGBqcEbAPY/s72-c/100_1322.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/09/hokay-sho.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YDQ3g8eSp7ImA9WxNQF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516499191215047739.post-1348259933562485568</id><published>2009-09-24T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T08:32:52.671-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-24T08:32:52.671-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crafting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="growing up" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Geeky Stuff" /><title /><content type="html">I know... I haven't posted in like a week.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have a few posts that are coming together.&amp;nbsp; I will do a giveaway, and I will be doing a fantastic update on how I am transforming my home office (which Boyfriend had taken over with trash) into an office/crafting studio.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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It's all in the works.&lt;br /&gt;
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I promise.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the meantime, I've been up to a lot latley:&lt;br /&gt;
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- A little bit of "fall madness" cleaning/reordering.&amp;nbsp; I don't know why, but I've been sort of "nesting" latley trying to make the apartment more homey ( I think it's because I've finally resolved that we aren't going to be buying a house for quite some time now)&lt;br /&gt;
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- Lots of crafting.&amp;nbsp; I have several greeting cards in the works (including some halloween cards I'm sending to a few besties this year).&amp;nbsp; Some wedding DIYs.&amp;nbsp; And several pieces of beaded jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;
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- I took up playing "Magic: The Gathering" (now, before you go calling me an uber-dork, hear me out!)&amp;nbsp; Boyfriend has been having trouble making friends, and recently we found a place where he could make some friends through playing Magic.&amp;nbsp; HOWEVER, due to his social anxiety and hermit-like ways he doesn't want to go alone.&amp;nbsp; Also, he hasn't played in over 10 years and is afraid of being laughed at by the other boys because he doesn't know the new rules.&amp;nbsp; So, I decided that I will be his buffer.&amp;nbsp; I took up the game in hopes that I could ask all of the dumb questions, and make him feel more comfortable.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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-I am also organizing and creating a catologue system for my DVDs.&amp;nbsp; They have taken over the living room.&amp;nbsp; I'm removing them from boxes, putting them in sleves, assigning numbers and ordering them.&amp;nbsp; Then I put the movies in my catologue system (which I'm using Google Docs for, so that it can be accessed on my iPhone) which can be sorted alphabetically, by genre, by year of release, or on a scale of 1 to 10 based on the like of either me, or boyfriend.&amp;nbsp; So far I have processed over 100 movies, and am about 1/3 done with the movies.&amp;nbsp; Then I will start with the TV shows, then workout videos.&amp;nbsp; I still haven't decided where to put all of the boxes (which I naturally want to keep)&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, This has gotten too long.&amp;nbsp; more updates to come!&lt;br /&gt;
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XOXO, &lt;br /&gt;
Miss Rachel-Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516499191215047739-1348259933562485568?l=miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~4/fdEUSeNImXI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/feeds/1348259933562485568/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/1348259933562485568?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/1348259933562485568?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~3/fdEUSeNImXI/i-know.html" title="" /><author><name>Rachel Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498591490204097985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SXyYYjBiIgI/AAAAAAAAABI/K1zoyhFWIIQ/S220/P2170029.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIMQXg-eCp7ImA9WxNQEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516499191215047739.post-2275503593127423307</id><published>2009-09-17T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:09:40.650-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-17T14:09:40.650-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wedding Blogs" /><title>The Colors DUKE!</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SrKImd_IvYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1OQ1_uKBOLg/s1600-h/pinkorange.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SrKImd_IvYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1OQ1_uKBOLg/s320/pinkorange.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was searching my brain hole for something to blog about today (because, I do not want to slip on my bloggly duities) when it hit me. I haven't really talked about the colors for the wedding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Initially, I thought black and white with deep red accents (think, the color of a red rose) were the way to go. Then I started reading wedding blogs. Suddenly, my world was flooded with beautiful colors: blush pink and buttery yellows, muted pinks with pewter and charcoal, khaki and turquoise, etc. All of these color combos that I saw and loved crashed down on my black and white "classy" affair.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I considered all of these muted palettes, I tried to figure out what “my vision” was. I considered what was important to me about the day. Is it important to have a high class function? Was it more important to have fun? How will I feel about these colors as I look back on my wedding day?&lt;br /&gt;
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I ordered swatches of paper from paper-source and started looking at these combinations that I had fallen in love with. I discovered one thing, they just weren’t me. Anyone who knows me in real life will tell you that I’m anything but muted. For starters, I’m LOUD, it’s almost obnoxious. I’m strange, and have slight impulse control problems (if I think something will be fun, or funny to me, but doesn’t put other people at harm… I’ll probably do it). I’m bubbly; I’m one of those cheerful, laugh-y, excited people that everyone else hates. These colors were dull, and un-exciting, and NOT me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Over time I realized what was important to me: that I have a kick-ass fun-filled party with good food, good friends, and picking colors that set a FUN tone became my goal.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was flipping through a bridal magazine when I came across an ad (for a company that now escapes me) featuring girls is hot pink and iridescent orange dresses. I found my colors. Pink and Orange. In various shades (because, let’s be real, one dimensional colors are boring.). I’m planning on using bold shades, because, that’s how I roll. I’m so excited for things to start taking on more shape, and come together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516499191215047739-2275503593127423307?l=miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~4/GS5L68tSlQs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/feeds/2275503593127423307/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/09/colors-duke.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/2275503593127423307?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/2275503593127423307?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~3/GS5L68tSlQs/colors-duke.html" title="The Colors DUKE!" /><author><name>Rachel Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498591490204097985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SXyYYjBiIgI/AAAAAAAAABI/K1zoyhFWIIQ/S220/P2170029.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SrKImd_IvYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1OQ1_uKBOLg/s72-c/pinkorange.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/09/colors-duke.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQHSXs_fSp7ImA9WxNQEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516499191215047739.post-4148681585046873740</id><published>2009-09-16T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T09:45:38.545-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-16T09:45:38.545-05:00</app:edited><title>FALL!!!!</title><content type="html">One of my favorite things about fall - aside from the return of highs BELOW 90 degrees - is the return of fresh Candy Corn to store shelves everywhere.&amp;nbsp; I love Candy Corn.&amp;nbsp; From the buttery-sweet taste to the chewy texture.&amp;nbsp; It is, without question, my favorite candy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday at Target, I was looking for a bag with small individually wrapped portions of candy corn (which serves the function of slowing down my consumption, as well as keeping the humidity from ruining the candy after the bag has been open for more than 2 days).&amp;nbsp; I stumbled upon something... something wonderfull.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SrD44p59Q4I/AAAAAAAAAKU/smIeshX_5DI/s1600-h/hershey_kisses_candy_corn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SrD44p59Q4I/AAAAAAAAAKU/smIeshX_5DI/s320/hershey_kisses_candy_corn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, that's right, Hershey's Kisses CANDY CORN.&amp;nbsp; I grabbed the bag immediatley, and sauntered off to the register so that&amp;nbsp;I could get home and try this bag of wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SrD46Y1cfnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/e0pklYLDMnQ/s1600-h/hershey_kisses_candy_corn_i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SrD46Y1cfnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/e0pklYLDMnQ/s320/hershey_kisses_candy_corn_i.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When you unwrap them, they pretty much just look like candy corn, but when you put them in your mouth... magic happens.&amp;nbsp; This has the same smooth creamy texture as white chocolate, but also has the buttery-sweet flavors I love about candy corn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Plus, chocolate isn't as readly attacked by humidity, and the individual wrappers will keep them fresh enough that I can eat one or two at a time, without any worry that the whole bag will become a sticky mess the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In other news, yes... I am a bad blogger.&amp;nbsp; What can I say?&amp;nbsp; Hopefully, this post will mark a return in a big way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516499191215047739-4148681585046873740?l=miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~4/ELj8yPQppIw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/feeds/4148681585046873740/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/4148681585046873740?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516499191215047739/posts/default/4148681585046873740?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RachelsAdventuresInWonderland/~3/ELj8yPQppIw/fall.html" title="FALL!!!!" /><author><name>Rachel Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498591490204097985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SXyYYjBiIgI/AAAAAAAAABI/K1zoyhFWIIQ/S220/P2170029.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPQZWeL3Daw/SrD44p59Q4I/AAAAAAAAAKU/smIeshX_5DI/s72-c/hershey_kisses_candy_corn.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://miss-rachel-ann.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

