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Sassy Sugar</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431669838743163003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9VZiUI6w4BA/TwIcxeR6yPI/AAAAAAAAAsg/l1JPA8OJ7vs/s220/IMG00075-20110730-2039.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/SaucySarcasmSassySugar" /><feedburner:info uri="saucysarcasmsassysugar" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEICQH0yeyp7ImA9WhRaFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944147761337596748.post-9216605978976988703</id><published>2012-02-16T06:25:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T06:29:21.393-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-16T06:29:21.393-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Britney Spears" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Twitter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2007" /><title>Twit Pic</title><content type="html">If you follow me on twitter you would have seen this picture I posted the other day. If you don't, my handle is @KellyLHumlan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UJPAa14qVl4/Tz0R7qMRQ8I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/vLN7FD0JJQg/s1600/318885_10100709123557550_4920296_64149515_314837718_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709739619211363266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UJPAa14qVl4/Tz0R7qMRQ8I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/vLN7FD0JJQg/s400/318885_10100709123557550_4920296_64149515_314837718_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture and saying is a reminder on bad days that if Britney spears can make it through shaving her head, hitting paparazzi with an umbrella and other bat sh!$ crazy things she did in 2007, I can make it through this day, this week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, your bad days could be worse, it could be Britney's 2007!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944147761337596748-9216605978976988703?l=bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Instead making Valentine's Day the focus on relationships, make the focus about LOVE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love for your family, Love for your friends, pets, life....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't have someone special to spend the day with, just think there may be a pet at the shelter thinking the same thing or an elderly person at the nursing home. The happiest you'll ever be in life is when you share your love to someone else. Not just a spouse, but everyone you come in contact with. Sharing your love to someone that has nothing, brings love and light into both of your lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So instead of focusing on not having a boyfriend or husband sending you flowers and gift, focus on what really matters in this world....LOVE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valentine's day is special to me for three reasons- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, in 2008, I was single. I was at work, not really caring about the day, and certainly not expecting any type of delivery. I got a call from the receptionist that I had a delivery. I went downstairs to find a vase with three roses and a balloon, with a card showing they were from my Daddy. I was floored, he'd never sent me flowers before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, since I was seeing my sister for our annual birthday trip at the end of January 2009, I decided to give my sister a Valentine's card for my dad since I would be liable to forget to mail it. Early Sunday morning of that trip my sister and I got a call to come home, my dad had an accident. Thursday of that same week we buried him. In his hands I placed that Valentine's day card. I had already written and sealed the card before that Sunday call. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third, when we were cleaning out his vehicles at somepoint, I found a Valentine's day card he'd already bought for me, but hadn't been signed and sealed. The message on the card screamed that it was for me...it was quite funny. We certainly thought alike! Valentine's Day card for each other way early...I was a Daddy's girl and loved (and love) that man dearly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Valentine's Day holds a special day in my heart. Hope you have a special day and share your love with someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944147761337596748-5444146053238566035?l=bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My husband knows about the relationship, so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;it's okay. Sometimes this secret relationship is healthy for me, and sometimes I know that its just soooo bad that it's good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My lover's name is called Kit...It's short for KitchenAid. Out time together is usually fun and magical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708434500287868770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yYu5sI-kD5U/Tzhu7vU-L2I/AAAAAAAAAuw/tKzWrHue1Tw/s400/IMG00483-20120212-1955.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;For Valentine's day, I decided to make a pink ombre cake. I made a cake similar this summer for a friends birthday, but it was lots of different colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708437963336518114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_sKzq0zYZ8s/TzhyFUMHCeI/AAAAAAAAAvU/2ruOFNx5Srw/s400/IMG00486-20120212-2018%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I make cakes from scratch. I am not knocking box mix cakes, I have a couple in the pantry for emergency needs...you know late at night when I am craving cake!! Most of the time, I pull out everything and start from nothing. I pulled the cake mix and icing from two different places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The cake layers came from a book titled Delightfully Southern Recipes by: Lucy M. Clark. My Grandmother gave me this book several years ago, and it's got some good stuff. The Icing came from the KitchenAid Manual's recipe section. It's the best damn chocolate icing you'll ever have!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;1-2-3-4 Cake Layers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 cups sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 cups flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 tsp baking powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp vanilla extract&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blend butter and sugar until light and fluffy (I softened butter for 5 sec. in the microwave, but you don't have to). Add eggs one at a time, beating after each just until egg color disappears. Sift flour once, add salt and baking powder and sift a second time. Add dry ingredients alternately with milk. Stir in vanilla and pour into 3 layer cake pans and bake at 350 until light brown, about 25 minutes. Cool in pans for about 10 minutes and turn out on rack to finish cooling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelly Notes- I made four thinner layers for this cake. The one I did this summer, I did a cake making and a half for 6 layers. I cooked each layer for about 20 minutes instead of the full 25.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chocolate Frosting&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup butter, softened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tbsp light corn syrup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 cups powdered sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 squares (1 oz. each) unsweetened chocolate, melted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These instruction are specific to the stand mixer speed. Place butter in mixer bowl. Attached bowl and flat beater to mixer. Turn to speed 4 and beat about 1.5 minutes. or until creamy. Stop and scrape bowl. Add corn syrup. Turn to speed 2 and mix well. Stop and scrape bowl. Turn to Stir speed. Gradually add powdered sugar, mixing until blended. Turn to speed 4 and beat about 1 minute. Stop and scrape bowl. Turn to speed 2. Slowly add melted chocolate and mix about 1.5 minutes. Stop and scrape bowl. Turn to speed 4 and beat about 1 minute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final instruction I give you is...just lick the beaters...you'll thank me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708437968064844722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3RZb8D05kQ4/TzhyFlzbk7I/AAAAAAAAAvg/EA3PN29gMUw/s400/IMG00487-20120212-2026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So a day later I realized I didn't share my secrets of the colored layers. This one was easy, as I started with a few drops of red, mixed it well and poured some batter into a round cake pan. I then added more drops of red for a darker color, then poured some batter into another cake pan. The process just repeats until you are out of batter. The one I did this summer with 6 different colors was a PROCESS!! Six bowls of equal batter mixed with desired colors. The ombre is SOOO much easier since its just a process of adding more after each pour. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The world is your rainbow...might as well eat it!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944147761337596748-661297988619632224?l=bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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NOT ME! For some reason, I have taken thirty to be a reason to embrace who I really am. BE ME! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I want to wear sequins to dinner on a Saturday night for no reason other than because I want to wear sequins...by darn...I'm wearing sequins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most people have circumstances to bringing them to understand themselves, appreciate themselves, love themselves (in a good way, not conceited way), and enjoy being the human being that God made them. There is no circumstance, just a number. 30. I guess after the first 30 years, I realized, I am who God made me. I am who I am: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704201628777906002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xYrhs2Q5fZg/TyllKMKC_1I/AAAAAAAAAuA/uPKiCZeYf4g/s400/423158_10101024660928130_4920296_66181948_1894725858_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be a tom boy, I can be a girly girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be a potty mouth, I can hymn singer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be airheaded, I can be pull together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be country, I can be city. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be quiet, I can be loud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be reserved, I can be outgoing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can drink wine, I can do shots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704202589807820770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eAJXmumtxz0/TylmCIRbv-I/AAAAAAAAAuY/TTnTpWj9vSY/s400/408016_10101024661227530_4920296_66181952_1753294290_n.jpg" /&gt;I can be a minimalist, I can be gaudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be caring, I can be catty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a lot of things and well if you don't like it, I am so sorry, I can't help you on that, seems to me you have a problem with not being accepting of yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am proud of the woman I have become over the past 30 years. Those years have been filled with heart break, heartache, proud moments, sad moments, life shattering moments, and happy moments. Each one of those moments brought me to where I currently am. I can't change the past as much as I would like. I have to accept the dice that God threw for me. It's like being at the craps table....some times you crap out, and then there you go rolling your number and making bank on the odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;30....Bring it Beeeyotch!! &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/1944147761337596748-9156964214449589115?l=bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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You know, when you had to get dressed up, go out to loud, smokey bars and yell at your friends because carrying on a conversation in normal voice tone is out of the question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Good lawd I'm glad I'm beyond that. That was exhausting!! Also I'm glad I'm married, because if I hadn't have met my husband several years ago, I'm afraid that I would be single forever because I would never leave my house to meet people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tonight is a good example why being an old married fart is a good thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944147761337596748-3852998087760380826?l=bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Miranda Lambert's new album &lt;i&gt;For the Record &lt;/i&gt;was released on November 1, 2011. (11/1/11), the same day as what would have been Daddy's 58th birthday. One of her songs on the new album brings out a lot of emotions, just read the lyrics....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;"OVER YOU"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(The story behind the song is that it's about Blake Shelton's brother who died in a car accident)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weather man said it's gonna snow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By now I should be used to the cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mid-February shouldn't be so scary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was only December&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still remember the presents, the tree, you and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you went away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How dare you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They say I'll be OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm not going to ever get over you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Living alone here in this place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think of you, and I'm not afraid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your favorite records make me feel better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause you sing along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With every song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you didn't mean to give them to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you went away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How dare you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They say I'll be OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm not going to ever get over you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It really sinks in, you know, when I see it in stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause you went away, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How dare you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They say I'll be OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm not going to ever get over you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;FOR THE RECORD...&lt;/i&gt;It brings raw emotion out of me. The line "It really sinks in, you know, when I see it in stone" is a good explanation why I don't go to Daddy's grave very often. I can honestly count the time I've been on one hand. It's almost been three years. The times I've gone, I get there stare at the slab and think this is silly....It's just a slab with his name in it...It shouldn't have the second date on it. It shouldn't be here. It to difficult to deal with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;FOR THE RECORD...&lt;/i&gt;I've run from my emotions, I try to ignore them, I try to hide them. Not just from myself, from everyone. I seem like I am this together, sane, sarcastic person. I joke about what I've experienced losing my Dad, I joke because the truth and reality is that the pain is just to unbearable to let surface. It's inescapable. It's always deep inside just waiting for the right moment to surface. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;FOR THE RECORD...&lt;/i&gt;My heart has a hole in it that will never go away, and I honestly feel that I will never be truly 100% happy ever again. I have a great husband, I have two fantastic dogs that I adore, I have amazing friends and family, but I know I am missing one person that I want to share the good moments in life with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;FOR THE RECORD...&lt;/i&gt;Maybe I'll always be a broken person. I'm not sure, I just take it one day at a time. Some days are shitty, some days are good, some days are indifferent. Most days I just try to ignore the fact that he's gone. I've lost the ability to care about others pain, I don't want to be like that, but it's hard not to. One day my heart will soften and I might be able to cry for someone else's pain, something  other than my own, but as of now I have to focus on fixing my heart, my pain, and my emotional well being. HA...my emotional well being....I'm one train stop away from crazy town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;FOR THE RECORD...&lt;/i&gt;The picture at the top fit's the post perfectly. The song-snow in December. The past few weeks of pain-Daddy's truck is in the photo, I traded it in last week, which was so hard and painful to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944147761337596748-7283999279877252607?l=bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The challenge is to take a moment each day and reflect on one thing. I am a pessimistic person, for the most part, I have a lot of hate. After losing my Dad almost three years ago, it's like someone swooped in and pulled something out of me that was responsible for caring, happiness, and being grateful for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; what I still have in my life. Most of the time my happiness is dragged down by what I am missing...my Dad. I wonder if I will ever be 100% happy ever again. Hopefully this challenge will give me a chance to reflect on the good things in my life...my husband (still getting use to that word) that is willing to put up with me, my two sweet, wonderfully snuggly, and adorable pups, my family, and I could go on an on. My challenge is to focus on what I have and not what I don't have (or once had, but now don't).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's three days into the month and here's what I got:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CVKNtBnyk74/TrKqpBxsKNI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Z_yErMrRD4k/s400/Presentation1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670782502641084626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1944147761337596748-5503349151031365001?l=bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So I have to get back on track with my plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plan I started this summer was simple...Enter my 30's the same size I entered my 20's. HAHAHA! It's almost laughable, but I don't believe unattainable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would have thought my wedding would have been motivation, nope. I was to busy to care. After I got my dress altered I just had to stay in it. I tried it on weekly to gauge if I needed to eat more or less. Yeah, I bet you never heard that before, a bride saying "eat more"! I focused more on defining that weight loss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now here comes the 30s! I don't have far to go, but it's still difficult to not eat a whole chocolate cake when I really want to. I been making head way. I would be OVER THE MOON if I got off 10lbs, but I really need to shed 5 lbs to be where I'd like to be. I'm not dieting, just watching what I eat and making good decisions. I also follow &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/EatThisNotThat"&gt;Eat This Not That on twitter&lt;/a&gt;. It's unbelievable helpful! Also this if very helpful and true:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DcIgusyx34A/TqmMelvN-xI/AAAAAAAAApU/39XwzfTNWQY/s320/213759088_29TfiWZu_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668216063176604434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'd really like to do is get back to my banging Jr year of college figure. HOW THE HECK DID I FIT INTO SIZE 2's!! Oh yeah, I was a college student and pretty much ate cereal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The really sucky part, my birthday is in February, so that means not much time post holidays, so I have to be on my best behavior during the holiday season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The real hard part....I married a guy who could eat fast food morning, noon, and night and not put on a single ounce of fat! Oh and to boot....he DOESN'T work out. Most women are jealous of celebrities and their bodies, nope, I am jealous of my husband's metabolism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my motto moving forward. I really am trying to lead a healthier, more active lifestyle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gwf9mPYpxhw/TqmMMDQIGaI/AAAAAAAAApI/WGyG4-a-tHM/s320/355760882_R4Xyho6S_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668215744681744802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1944147761337596748-1385072164096269058?l=bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Since I saved for one of them and just purchased it, I decided to check in on the list to see how I've come along...I'll check the list....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;My #1 2010 want:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;1. A JOB (and with this I might be able to get some of the things below, and in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;no particular order) &lt;b&gt;CHECK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Retail wants for 2010 (some of these are a reoccurring thing…will most likely be on 2011 as well)&lt;br /&gt;1. Louis Vuitton purse &lt;b&gt;CHECK-this is the reason for checking the list...so DOUBLE CHECK :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kuerig coffee maker (told myself when I get a new job it will get one as a gift to me…I will be getting up early again and need a coffee maker that requires little effort) &lt;b&gt;CHECK-wedding gift&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kitchen Aid Mixer (most likely won’t get this until I get married…so who knows…will 2010 be the year?) I really want a mixer…see a prior post (A Mixer Proposal) &lt;b&gt;CHECK-wedding gift&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A new bed for my king size mattress and box springs (head board and foot board….foot board the most important…I don’t like for my comforter to slip off) - &lt;b&gt;CHECK&lt;/b&gt;5. Really expensive pair of shoes - NOPE (I guess I need to set the terms on really expensive)&lt;br /&gt;6. A new dryer…my current one puts black marks on my clothes…it’s also the same dryer that use to dry my clothes when I was still in kid sizes. &lt;b&gt;CHECK...&lt;/b&gt;I had to it stopped drying...it was 25 years old!&lt;br /&gt;7. A pair of Uggs… I have the knock offs and starting to want the real thing…I think my best friend made me want them when she got them for Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHECK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, I think I've done pretty good on my lists. I think my #1 want for 2010 had something to do with accomplishing the others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people may say buying a Louis Vuitton is frivolous. Well to some it may be, but here is my rationale. Some people spend more on electronics in a year that will be out of date the next year, something newer has come along. In 10 years those electronics will be dinosaurs and will have lost their value. While a LV on the other hand doesn't lose value (actually goes up after you leave the store...don't believe me, go to a consignment store and try to buy one from 1980). They don't change their classic styles and if I have a daughter this can be passed down from generation to generation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't get go out and put it on my credit card and try to pay it off over time. I saved for it. I started an &lt;a href="http://bbt.com/bbt/personal/products/esavings/"&gt;esavings account&lt;/a&gt;. It doesn't get a great interest return, but it wasn't about growing the money, it was about putting it aside and not touching it until I had built up enough to purchase my Louis. Plus you can start it out with only a $1 if you want, because again it's about putting whatever you can aside until you have it. I did it. It's pretty rewarding to know that I put it aside and finally purchased a splurge that I've wanted for about 10 years now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my new pride and joy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PniHKRKpdxI/TosHccgEZJI/AAAAAAAAAo0/PwPVWfwhAM8/s320/picture-52.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659625541989590162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some things are worth waiting for and some things are worth saving for. If you want something SAVE FOR IT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944147761337596748-6793496130539791212?l=bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after that I started thinking about one of my favorite childhood movies.... Yes, my sister and I wore out the VHS. We had recorded it from TV onto a VHS, you know how you simultaneously have the TV on to the channel you want to record (at the time we only got NBC, CBS, and FOX as we didn't have a dish yet) and hit record on the VCR and not touch a damn thing unless the movie was longer than the VHS tape...oh the good 'ole days! You know if you watch something enough times on one of those it gets the squiggly lines on it. Yep we wore it out! &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who would have thought that a little 5.9 earthquake couple hundred miles away would let make me take a trip down memory lane...say about 1991. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll leave you with one last earthquake themed song that comes to mind, which takes me back to college and 2003. If you are wondering how this translates to earthquake skip to mark (3:54) for that part.... because God apparently said "Shake it like a Polaroid picture" at 1:53 PM yesterday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the digestive system equivalent to a crabby kid that doesn't want to do something it doesn't want to do. This problem has resulted in me being an old lady and drinking Metamucil. One of my friends was saying she can't drink it because of how bad the bloat is. I haven't seen this problem yet. I usually sip it, and if the powder to water ratio isn't perfect, it gets kind of gelatin like. FYI- GROSS! So last night I decided to chug it. Get it down and over with. After 15 minutes afterwards I was feeling like a balloon. I also believe I could have been used as a flotation device. So I decided to go in the bathroom and look in the mirror. I have NEVER seen such a sight on me! I was instantly 4 months pregnant with a gas baby. Photographic evidence was needed. I really don't like bare pregnant belly photos. It kind of disturbs me. So this will be the only bare belly picture you will ever see of me. (Note: It's just gassy bloat!) I blacked out my undies and top...no one needs to see all that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jEoFMgnI5Ec/Tk0dPC2AO_I/AAAAAAAAAoc/sESCzNyfkkM/s400/Presentation1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642198052463721458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the weirdest thing that has ever happened. Every time I burped it would go down a month of gas baby pregnancy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good news, this morning I am happy to report that my gas baby is no more. I am back to normal. It was kind of fun to get a glimpse into my (distant) future (but I have a feeling my future pregnant self's ass would grow too, not just the belly). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well....I got lots of time before that happens! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WARNING: Chugging Metamucil will make you look as if you sucked on an air hose and feel like it to. Slowly sip!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944147761337596748-2118526625364828202?l=bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Every year for our birthdays (My sister and Bestie 1/28 and me 2/1) celebrate our birthday by taking a trip together. This guarantees that for a long weekend every year, the three of us are together. We do this instead of exchanging birthday and Christmas gifts...best. idea. EVER! For my sister's 30th ('10) we did it up Vegas style (the previous year ('09) my Dad had is fatal accident while we were on this trip, so we needed to go big to get our mind off of that fact). This year (my bestie's 30th bday) we went to Atlanta because my bestie was prego with twins and couldn't travel. So for my 30th we are going big again (technically my bestie will still be 30, so it will be for our combined 30th). It's no secret I love to play craps...so why not mix gambling with the ocean, sun, and the Bahamas. So we decided to go on a cruise. I was doing some shopping around. Carnival had the dates, the location, and the length we were looking for. I started the online process for booking, because I wasn't 100% sure what info I would need from everyone. I didn't complete the booking when I first started because I need everyone's confirmation on dates. Before I finished booking online I got this email and a call from the guy below (the rest of the story will be after you read it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;
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ALL FOR FUN." /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="650" style="width: 487.5pt; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: initial; border-top-color: initial; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(217, 214, 214); border-left-width: 1pt; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(217, 214, 214); border-right-width: 1pt; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="640" height="50" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=d385a1d3a0&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=131778e823635065&amp;amp;attid=0.2&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" alt="Plan Your Upcoming Vacation." /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="650" style="width: 487.5pt; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: initial; border-top-color: initial; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(217, 214, 214); border-left-width: 1pt; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(217, 214, 214); border-right-width: 1pt; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="648" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; width: 6.75in; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 7.5pt; padding-right: 7.5pt; padding-bottom: 7.5pt; padding-left: 7.5pt; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15.75pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Hello KELLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;,&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 15.75pt;"&gt;It was a pleasure speaking with you about your upcoming Carnival Cruise vacation. As your Personal Vacation Planner, it will be my pleasure to guide you through the variety of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;on board &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 15.75pt;"&gt;activities, shore excursions and ports of call you have to look forward to on your cruise. I will also request your preferred dining time and ultimately reserve your cruise. I have made note of our recent conversation regarding your cruise interests and will have the information readily available when we speak.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15.75pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Should you have any questions regarding your cruise prior to our scheduled appointment, I am available to you at &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="tel:%28800%29%20819-3902%20x85912" value="+18008193902" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204); "&gt;(800) 819-3902 x85912&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I check my messages regularly, 7 days a week, so please leave me a message and I will return your call promptly.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15.75pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Thank You and I look forward to speaking with you soon.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="648" height="50" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=d385a1d3a0&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=131778e823635065&amp;amp;attid=0.3&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" alt="http://www.carnival.com/cms/em/f9/wh_waves_2009.gif" /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="640" style="width: 480pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="659" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; width: 494.25pt; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="650" style="width: 487.5pt; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(229, 25, 55); padding-top: 5.25pt; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="650" style="width: 487.5pt; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(0, 86, 153); padding-top: 1.5pt; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="500" style="width: 375pt; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.75pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.75pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;Eddy Mestre&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.75pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;Carnival Cruise Lines&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.75pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;Personal Vacation Planner&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.75pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;a href="tel:%28800%29%20819-3902%20x85912" value="+18008193902" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204); "&gt;(800) 819-3902 x85912&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.75pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:emestre@carnivalpvp.com" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;emestre@carnivalpvp.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/PVP_Insider" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: white; "&gt;Follow us on Twitter @PVP_Insider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He asked me on the phone, after I told him that I needed everyone to confirm correct dates, "Do you want me to complete booking?" Dude! did you not just hear what I said. Ya ya ya....I said, sir, I am working, I don't have time to chat. Click....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;After everyone confirmed dates, I booked online (last week). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This afternoon I got a call from Mr. Mr. above asking if I would like to complete my booking. I said, "I booked last week." He asked you didn't call me, did you lose my information. I wanted to say what was ticking across my brain, which would have been. You think the reason I didn't call you was only because I didn't have you #? I still have the #, and now so does the rest of the bloggishere. He seemed appalled that I booked my cruise through Carnival.com instead of him. I told him, "It's quicker and I like seeing what I am selecting, not someone telling me!" Click....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My message to carnival- if someone is booking online, don't you think it's because they'd rather do it themselves instead of talk to someone they can barely understand...just a thought. I am capable of finishing my cruise booking online. I am online literate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;305-599-2600 is the Number that showed up on caller ID....feel free to harass them...bc I feel like I got harassed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You have my email address...EMAIL ME...DO NOT CALL !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944147761337596748-1611149543517100920?l=bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Two weekends ago, I decided that I needed to take my dog to the beach for the weekend. I also wanted to squeeze in a visit with a college friend as well. So I chose a place close to her and close to the dog friend beach of &lt;a href="http://www.southcarolinaparks.com/park-finder/state-park/1019.aspx"&gt;Hunting Island State Park, SC&lt;/a&gt;.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W7hDwuUwsT8/TkA9ssWo9UI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ZLrY3wL19cQ/s320/IMG00065-20110730-1654.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638574571497518402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hunting Island State Park Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I love is old towns. Old towns that are also old Southern sea towns, make them even better! We went to &lt;a href="http://www.beaufortsc.org/"&gt;Beaufort, SC&lt;/a&gt;. It's quaint little town!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gus loved the beach and the water front park. Mama (me) loved the water front &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/ShowUserReviews-g54135-d416420-r68824541-Common_Ground-Beaufort_South_Carolina.html"&gt;coffee shop&lt;/a&gt;, ice cream parlor, and bar and grill that I had dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QaA_HtRDhp0/TkA95zJLvXI/AAAAAAAAAoM/QkJ2vKP3odM/s320/IMG00057-20110730-0743.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638574796658425202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;Waterfront Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I didn't (and don't) Love is the amount of sand we brought back to North Carolina. I'm pretty sure that you could compete in a sand castle building competition in my jeep. The joys of taking a dog to a public beach....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some photos to document our fun little minication!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-swPCcqS_eZ4/TkA9TEXgH9I/AAAAAAAAAn0/vQrvXtg9Jhc/s320/IMG00071-20110730-2038.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638574131266985938" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Gus checking out the water below- DON'T JUMP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EKkKztg2hT0/TkA87mJPlpI/AAAAAAAAAnk/lwR3QpAbNHk/s320/IMG00063-20110730-1646.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638573728017127058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Gus  enjoying the waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SVTN_qxGpuY/TkA9S-of8vI/AAAAAAAAAns/DARSh47kTaA/s320/IMG00060-20110730-1640.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638574129727664882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We  come all this way and he chews on sticks....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944147761337596748-7396149351320654520?l=bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Women know what I am talking about. The problem is men don't understand it, get it and actually think it's something we can fix, stop, or change about ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The physical sides of PMS (the bloating and the breakouts) could be more tolerable if it weren't for the emotional. If I weren't emotional, I would cry or get angry about the little zit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something such a trying to leave the house to go to work shouldn't be an emotional roller coaster, but during those few days every month, it is. I will use a personal example to explain. As I was trying to gather my things (purse, work bag, lunch, coffee, and water bottle) and turn the alarm on and get out of the house in a timely manner, I somehow managed to spill my coffee. It really just splashed, but not just a tinkle of a splash, but a tsunami wave splash...on my clothes, on my purse, on the door, on the floor. Here comes the PMS part...First I yelled the f word so loudly people in the next neighborhood mostly likely hear it, second I wanted to throw the cup and punch a hole in the wall, then I wanted to sit down and cry because I would have to stop the alarm, clean up, try again, and be even more late for work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JGDe5qzkDVQ/TjFqyKXfm6I/AAAAAAAAAnE/oEtgPChv2H8/s320/6a00d8341c6e1553ef00e54f3ca0f68833-800wi.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634402018826099618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here is the thing guys, WE DON'T LIKE FEELING LIKE THIS!!! We would prefer to have to go to a theme park and get on an ACTUAL roller coaster vs. going through a roller coaster of emotions in less time than it takes an actual roller coaster to go from 0-60 mph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These emotions are not manageable, they are erratic, sporadic, and are stirred by not a stick, but a sliver of a toothpick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUYWXDtKiwQ/TjFqqdN-NxI/AAAAAAAAAm8/omDJsqucUig/s320/cartoon_pms3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 198px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634401886447482642" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While wedding planning I had to start a new rule...NO WEDDING PLANNING WHILE PMS'ING. This rule was set for not just the safety of my own being, but the safety of others. One of the famous lines in an email to my sister and bff (for the reason that the rule was put in place) was because of issues with the save the dates, I tried to solve these issues during a time of PMS distress. I told them "All I want to do is eat a WHOLE chocolate cake and drive my car into a light pole." Women of the world unfortunately know what I am talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We don't chose to have roller coasters of emotions, God made us this way. So before men get frustrated at women, they should honestly say a prayer to God. We didn't choose this life, Eve bit the apple and chose it for us...WHAT A BIOTCH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QsZqC2rnYk0/TjFqCZuOimI/AAAAAAAAAm0/PtezUOqKeaU/s320/eve_apple.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 282px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634401198314261090" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest: the example happened this morning, thus meaning I a PMS'ing and I really wanted to punch a hole in my computer because Blogger was being a PMS'ing B while trying to compose this blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/1944147761337596748-5932520632131176636?l=bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eh, just assumed that someone made a mistake when typing it in at the passport office. I mean (I did get a ticket for 690 mph-see photo below for proof) typos seem to follow me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FGPFyZPwzIw/TihyA5wbrTI/AAAAAAAAAls/kvT34gAq3k4/s400/image001.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 86px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631876693856333106" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So chalking it up to a typo, I wasn't prepared to "kind of" shout out, OH MY GOSH, in the Social Security office today. While I didn't need my birth certificate, I brought it with me. I honestly brought any document I could possibly need short of my bank statements. So while the Social Security office worker was typing away and myself just patiently waiting, I starting looking at my birth certificate. You know the fun facts, like who old my parents were when they had me (Mama-24, Daddy-28...WOW), then I just glanced over my "date" of birth. It said February 2!!! Holy crappola....I wasn't a ground hog baby!! The guy started giggling at my melt down over feeling lied to for 29 years! Was I really born on the 2nd and not the 1st? Was it only an honest human error? Will we ever know?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guy assured me this wouldn't hinder my name changing process, because honestly I was pretty worried it would and I would have to come back and wait through old lady hissy fits (thought she would throw something at someone before she left). Good, I don't have to come back to the Social Security office B.F.E. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called my mother concerned, and she told me that when they went to get my SS number after I was born, my aunt who went with her noticed that my birth date was wrong. Okay, good, there is at least a story about them knowing this is wrong. It was supposedly fixed (way back then). Apparently it never was. The copy I have I got in April of 2000 so I could go on my Senior cruise (didn't need a passport to go to Mexico then). So it shows me that it was never changed. On file with the SS office is the birthday I have been celebrating for the past 29 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as of now, I am going with the fact that I can now legally celebrate my birthday on two days. More cake for me!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xe0Bg4DyEaw/Tih1ny-FtVI/AAAAAAAAAl0/A2UouA-jmq8/s320/happy_birthday_cake-1739.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631880660584346962" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. My sister's smart ass comment was- Do you turn 30 twice now? (The next birthday will be the big 3-0!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944147761337596748-7460138574465575795?l=bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Yes, I repeat, FIVE minutes!! Crazy, right?! Here's the kicker...it's made in a coffee mug, in the microwave!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the secret recipe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-98AVN-P7D30/TiWB_LQm2YI/AAAAAAAAAlM/pdQr9RfSUtU/s200/IMG00042-20110718-2101.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631049831450859906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black; font-weight: bold; "&gt;5 MINUTE CHOCOLATE MUG CAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;4 tablespoons flour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;4 tablespoons sugar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black; "&gt;2 tablespoons cocoa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black; "&gt;1 egg beaten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black; "&gt;3 tablespoons milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black; "&gt;3 tablespoons oil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black; "&gt;3 tablespoons chocolate chips (optional)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black; "&gt;A small splash of vanilla extract &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black; "&gt;1 large coffee mug (MicroSafe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black; "&gt;Add dry ingredients to mug, and mix well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Add the egg and mix thoroughly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Pour in the milk and oil and mix well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black; "&gt;Add the chocolate chips (if using) and vanilla extract, and mix again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black; "&gt;Put your mug in the microwave and cook for 3 minutes at 1000 watts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black; "&gt;The cake will rise over the top of the mug, but don't be alarmed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black; "&gt;Allow to cool a little, and tip out onto a plate if desired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EJMfrgfQcvw/TiWB_Sk2qMI/AAAAAAAAAlU/vDqrqCNxUMg/s200/IMG00043-20110718-2101.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631049833414830274" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Reason most people don't make a chocolate cake on every whim they get is because of several things. One, they don't have all the ingredients that the recipe calls for. The scary part for this recipe is on a daily basis ALL the ingredients for this recipe are in my house. Two, when you start to crave chocolate cake, you kind of want it right then, not an hour from now, and most times you don't even want to spend 15-20 minutes prepping batter, pans, etc to put in in the oven. The problem with this recipe is, you can mix it together in the mug (I recommend a bowl, then pouring it into the mug) and then pop it in the microwave, start to finish....under five minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zpe6bPrf5LI/TiWB_x7yi9I/AAAAAAAAAlc/PFeHp1s_o9Y/s200/IMG00044-20110718-2103.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631049841832528850" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;(This was mine last night, I kept it light with only half the portion and topped with whipped cream and fresh berries)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;As I mentioned to my friends that received this recipe yesterday. It's verrrry verrryyy: good for my sweet tooth, bad for my A$$.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;(Besides myself, several of my friends tried making it last night. It gets a A+ for simplicity, a C for consistency. It's a little spongy. Next time I will try lower power on the microwave for a bit longer.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1944147761337596748-6746187045958378841?l=bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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