<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944147761337596748</id><updated>2024-09-04T06:27:36.187-07:00</updated><category term="Fall"/><category term="Chelsea Handler"/><category term="Fashion"/><category term="Michael Vick"/><category term="Perez Hilton"/><category term="2007"/><category term="30"/><category term="5 minute chocolate Cake"/><category term="ABC"/><category term="ATT"/><category term="Addiction"/><category term="Alltel"/><category term="Ann Arbor"/><category term="Are you there Vodka"/><category term="Bahamas"/><category term="Beaufort"/><category term="Bon Jovi"/><category term="Britney Spears"/><category term="Campus Inn"/><category term="Carnival Cruise Lines"/><category term="Carol Hannah Whitfield"/><category term="Catherine"/><category term="Chandra Johnson"/><category term="Charlie"/><category term="Chelsea Lately"/><category term="Crater Lake"/><category term="Creme brulee"/><category term="Daimler Chrysler"/><category term="Dennis"/><category term="Dogs"/><category term="English Bulldog"/><category term="Favorite color"/><category term="First Lady of NASCAR"/><category term="Fitness"/><category term="Foo Fighters"/><category term="For the Record"/><category term="Frank"/><category term="Goals"/><category term="Grand Cherokee"/><category term="Great Dane rescue of the carolinas"/><category term="Green"/><category term="Guitar Hero"/><category term="Heart"/><category term="Heaven"/><category term="Hunting Island State Park"/><category term="Jackson Browne"/><category term="Jeep"/><category term="Jen Lancaster"/><category term="Kitchenaid"/><category term="Louis Vuitton"/><category term="Mac"/><category term="Martika"/><category term="McCain"/><category term="Melissa"/><category term="Metamucil"/><category term="Michael Jackson"/><category term="Michigan"/><category term="Miranda Lambert"/><category term="Molly"/><category term="Montreal"/><category term="Mother&#39;s Day"/><category term="Mt. Hood"/><category term="NASCAR"/><category term="Nintendo"/><category term="North Carolina"/><category term="Obama"/><category term="Olympics"/><category term="Only one Vegas"/><category term="Oregon"/><category term="Oregon Caves"/><category term="Over you"/><category term="PMS"/><category term="Pet Adoption"/><category term="Pinterest"/><category term="Pinterst"/><category term="Possessionista"/><category term="Project Runway"/><category term="Proposition 8"/><category term="Royal Wedding"/><category term="SC"/><category term="Saturday night"/><category term="Saving"/><category term="Shoes"/><category term="Souther Living"/><category term="Speedy30"/><category term="Sprint"/><category term="Stick figure family"/><category term="Super Mario Bros"/><category term="Sweet Dee"/><category term="Team Carol Hannah"/><category term="Thankfulness"/><category term="The Bachelor"/><category term="The Fry Company"/><category term="Tremors"/><category term="Twitter"/><category term="UGA"/><category term="Ugly Betty"/><category term="VA Earthquake"/><category term="Valentine&#39;s Day"/><category term="Verizon"/><category term="Wii"/><category term="William"/><category term="Yoga"/><category term="acceptance."/><category term="apples"/><category term="baseball"/><category term="bill o&#39;reilly"/><category term="birthday"/><category term="bloat"/><category term="boots"/><category term="bride"/><category term="crazy"/><category term="desperation"/><category term="episode 1"/><category term="fall leaves"/><category term="football"/><category term="gas baby"/><category term="glee"/><category term="gosselin"/><category term="grandmothers"/><category term="it&#39;s me Chelsea"/><category term="jon"/><category term="jon and kate plus 8"/><category term="kate"/><category term="larry king live"/><category term="leaves changing colors"/><category term="memories"/><category term="miss california"/><category term="new moon"/><category term="ombre cake"/><category term="pageant moms"/><category term="professionalism"/><category term="promises"/><category term="quilts"/><category term="sanford stadium"/><category term="season 1"/><category term="sex and the city"/><category term="shark week"/><category term="sleep talking"/><category term="speeding tickets"/><category term="therapy"/><category term="toddlers and tiaras"/><category term="twilight"/><category term="unemployment"/><category term="unprofessionalism"/><category term="wedding"/><title type='text'>Saucy Sarcasm &amp;amp; Sassy Sugar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.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'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOwHvuRIOux_zutHJEU9zW3OaDSovsBiNEldU_Jr9QiOLUCSw5lyqH9ThggBZXOWEn1sUqk7x5mAK_JNUHO5caIgp2-MMlA6cH43tdI2V5vGtktaGA0u0MlMpICqk1kc/s220/IMG00075-20110730-2039.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944147761337596748.post-6467072936080939050</id><published>2012-06-06T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-06T07:04:02.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oregon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
As you can tell from the following photos, I am getting quite excited to visit my family of the west. My Cousin is getting married. He&#39;s the son of my daddy&#39;s first cousin, so you figure the whole 2nd, 3rd, whatever thing. We&#39;ve visited them over the years (summer between 2nd and 3rd grades, summer between 9th and 10th grade, and once by myself in college). It&#39;s been 8 years since I&#39;ve been last, I am so excited. A lot in life has happened since I&#39;ve seen these dear family memebers, and I can&#39;t wait to hug them most of all. &lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Seeing Lumsden Farms on this invitation, honestly, made me smile from the inside out. I grew up on Lumsden Farms (of the east). This is the Lumsden Farms of the west. The wedding is at their home, and let&#39;s be real, it&#39;s one of the most gorgeous properties I&#39;ve ever been. The weather they have there grows the most beautiful plants and flowers a garden could ever dream of. &lt;/div&gt;
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Cheers to Oregon. I. CAN. NOT. WAIT!!!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6467072936080939050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1944147761337596748/6467072936080939050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/6467072936080939050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/6467072936080939050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/2012/06/oregon.html' title='Oregon'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOwHvuRIOux_zutHJEU9zW3OaDSovsBiNEldU_Jr9QiOLUCSw5lyqH9ThggBZXOWEn1sUqk7x5mAK_JNUHO5caIgp2-MMlA6cH43tdI2V5vGtktaGA0u0MlMpICqk1kc/s220/IMG00075-20110730-2039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgimFLTSwhb_dqn-MFeKtcbZZdhou5pcz4U2HzkZ3ExyrxilCdzI0isbRn1BPhuoNT1oY2Gde7vp6_D4Jy6U5Eiurwxed2aue3U8pmUqJlOGAziaKuBcM2O2atUN84vxdxFoKEwETg22CM/s72-c/IMG_20120606_090053.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944147761337596748.post-6912170358496655812</id><published>2012-06-04T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-04T12:47:06.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Instagram</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
I downloaded Instagram on my phone a while ago, but recently I find myself using it a little more. Here are a few a my favorites! &lt;br /&gt;
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Gus and Tank - East Weekend﻿&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Gus and Tank - Not to Sure about their new pool&lt;/div&gt;
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Usually not into self photography, but playing around with a photo and thought just the eye was cool.﻿&lt;/div&gt;
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Hair Appointment﻿&lt;/div&gt;
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My Trusty old UGA anorak- Bulldawg Pride&lt;/div&gt;
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I just love my Tanky﻿&lt;/div&gt;
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And of course I love my old fella Gus. He loves me to the moon and back and loves resting on me anyway he can. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;
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Hope your day is more pleasant that a jar of icing....that will be relocated to....places that will be hard to work off. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5529613211469300089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1944147761337596748/5529613211469300089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/5529613211469300089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/5529613211469300089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/2012/05/what-kind-of-day-are-you-having.html' title='WHAT KIND OF DAY ARE YOU HAVING?'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOwHvuRIOux_zutHJEU9zW3OaDSovsBiNEldU_Jr9QiOLUCSw5lyqH9ThggBZXOWEn1sUqk7x5mAK_JNUHO5caIgp2-MMlA6cH43tdI2V5vGtktaGA0u0MlMpICqk1kc/s220/IMG00075-20110730-2039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsbDZpvVmDmNly9Z_k8QY_ahRh4aiOv8hy5XhHDvoOBYwqyqE27X8a005judGrIAHSoPddugmJQxjmlrYGEctJy7nTcXXoSbB6Ym4CHnASjLVsEJMYAjxwI3RBYxwp7hENZWcJqE7ZQ1Q/s72-c/IMG_20120529_163012.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944147761337596748.post-1977962340653423976</id><published>2012-02-19T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T07:01:42.497-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fashion"/><title type='text'>A Lesson of Fashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left; &quot;&gt;I&#39;m by far no expert in fashion, fashion is a hobby. You can see some of my fun things on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pinterest.com/kellylumsden/&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left; &quot;&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left; &quot;&gt;. I am n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left; &quot;&gt;ot going to lie though, I would love to have a side business of styling people, helping them edit their closets, and taking the clothes they already have and putting together great outfits. Most people don&#39;t realize the potential that they already have in their closets. It&#39;s just getting their brain out of the box of solids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I would like to share some things I&#39;ve learned over the years. Some are from my own mistakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things you should save and spend the money on:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;1. Purses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;2. Shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;3. A good pair of jeans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGVVc5UqQK3qsWL7ngL4hcCwDdClzysEZZqhWlvPIGsq5yYRC7ZVhL3RD-KDxWqqFXG35ELSf0MgEdeEKKfbAgpDdA6RjEbkA_cTg7wlMQuQ_U-hznF_Tokc_HFPpXBvqEsgyCvHPzdeU/s320/Presentation1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710860074478367810&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things you should NOT spend much money on:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;1. Basics like tank tops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;2.Things that are trendy that year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;3. Costume jewelry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I may shop a lot, but the only thing I will consider paying full price for is designer purse, a good pair of shoes, and jeans. Most everything I purchase is on sale, with the exception of things I get from H&amp;amp;M and Forever 21, mainly because everything is so cheap already and they never really put anything on sale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The reason for spending money on purses and shoes is that not matter what&#39;s going on in your life, they will FIT! You know those days where you want to wear your fat pants! I have two designer purses in my closet now, and I saved for them. The satisfaction of spending that kind of money is that I will have it forever, and I will be able to pass it on to my daughter (if I have one) or grand daughter. They really are an investment if you don&#39;t buy trendy designer pieces, but stick to classic styles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t spend much money on shirts. Reason...they don&#39;t take the beating of a lot of wear well. I want to shake those ladies that just because they can spend $100 on a cotton shirt, they do. It&#39;s a waste of money....go to Forever 21 and find something similar for less than $20!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;When it comes to costume jewelry...I LOVE!! My two favorite places to find great inexpensive (I mean necklaces for $10) items is &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.forever21.com/Product/Category.aspx?br=f21&amp;amp;category=acc_jewelry&amp;amp;pagesize=100&amp;amp;page=1&quot;&gt;Forever 21&lt;/a&gt; and H&amp;amp;M. They really do have some good stuff. I have one necklace that I spent less than $10 on from F21 back in 2007...I get the most complements on it than I do anything else. There is this necklace that I have been swooning over from J Crew, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.jcrew.com/womens_category/jewelry/necklaces/PRDOVR~92687/92687.jsp&quot;&gt;their bubble necklace&lt;/a&gt;, I have a hard time imaging myself spending $150 on it. So I rediscovered &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ebay.com/sch/i.html?_from=R40&amp;amp;_trksid=p5197.m570.l1311&amp;amp;_nkw=jcrew+bubble+necklace&amp;amp;_sacat=See-All-Categories&quot;&gt;eBay&lt;/a&gt;. If you click on the ebay link, it&#39;ll take you to the jcrew bubble necklace search. Happy Shopping! I bought the red one for $19.99 and free shipping. Why spend $150 on a trendy necklace!! If there is something you want and it&#39;s out of your price range...search online for it...you&#39;ll find it and at a great savings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB7ranHOzFSgB00a4uFaeg3v23PNNqFRVyBVpGiA2TfWVKHzRJ433tWA-Lq8aLpA6w41fZHli5X159t4DLwXiFYNMQ6_n9-6-UA9T92j8hFNVjojNjJe9Zk2x8gDbU7EhCRY469hKgx9M/s320/bubble.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710857711090646674&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Happy Shopping! If you ever have any questions, let me know. Tweet me - @KellyLHumlan I offer free advice. :)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1977962340653423976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1944147761337596748/1977962340653423976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/1977962340653423976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/1977962340653423976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/2012/02/lesson-of-fashion.html' title='A Lesson of Fashion'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOwHvuRIOux_zutHJEU9zW3OaDSovsBiNEldU_Jr9QiOLUCSw5lyqH9ThggBZXOWEn1sUqk7x5mAK_JNUHO5caIgp2-MMlA6cH43tdI2V5vGtktaGA0u0MlMpICqk1kc/s220/IMG00075-20110730-2039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGVVc5UqQK3qsWL7ngL4hcCwDdClzysEZZqhWlvPIGsq5yYRC7ZVhL3RD-KDxWqqFXG35ELSf0MgEdeEKKfbAgpDdA6RjEbkA_cTg7wlMQuQ_U-hznF_Tokc_HFPpXBvqEsgyCvHPzdeU/s72-c/Presentation1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944147761337596748.post-8944308974471480264</id><published>2012-02-17T08:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T15:07:03.754-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crater Lake"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mt. Hood"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Oregon"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Oregon Caves"/><title type='text'>Blazin&#39; the Oregon Trail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the save the date for a cousin&#39;s wedding this summer. This wedding takes place in Oregon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually, a trip that far away we&#39;d just send a gift, but we are jumping at the opportunity to go out West! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan is fly into Portland, work our way down to the Jacksonville area via rental car, and fly back to Charlotte from Medford. Here are a few places planned for the stop...we&#39;ll hit all the breweries and wineries in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mthood.info/&quot;&gt;Mt. 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The wedding will be at their home in Applegate...which might be one of the prettiest places I have ever visited in my life. I can&#39;t wait to take my husband out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The is a trip I feel like my Dad is pushing me to go on. Ever get those weird feelings that you know is coming from up above? This is one of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8944308974471480264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1944147761337596748/8944308974471480264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/8944308974471480264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/8944308974471480264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/2012/02/blazin-oregon-trail.html' title='Blazin&#39; the Oregon Trail'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOwHvuRIOux_zutHJEU9zW3OaDSovsBiNEldU_Jr9QiOLUCSw5lyqH9ThggBZXOWEn1sUqk7x5mAK_JNUHO5caIgp2-MMlA6cH43tdI2V5vGtktaGA0u0MlMpICqk1kc/s220/IMG00075-20110730-2039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0wHMEcLKLK-C77rv7YC4fAKM5gcBgtgrJWe28ERtfLEK5te8rlXmxHiJlkYJDm3jjOWbtxoyRTrP8sxagh1Jsgfkhg32hKr0wIIsWyWlrOovsWGONLuAml6Gi1CO00N63LUwFgr_nfL8/s72-c/p81413-Mt__Hood-Mt__Hood.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><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><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2007"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Britney Spears"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Twitter"/><title type='text'>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&#39;t, my handle is @KellyLHumlan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU1DuerNbbp0nnGDghiBGH1QUdFCERBLML-mLNmufhjwpcTHobMeMWyGlWNWh8F8B0d38tK2EhsnOEzyhjGTd_4fWLqqZ_BqoC4ilrM5yeb2djv7ofEXJbkfAJKaOafnNXU0zSdl6mWyM/s1600/318885_10100709123557550_4920296_64149515_314837718_n.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709739619211363266&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU1DuerNbbp0nnGDghiBGH1QUdFCERBLML-mLNmufhjwpcTHobMeMWyGlWNWh8F8B0d38tK2EhsnOEzyhjGTd_4fWLqqZ_BqoC4ilrM5yeb2djv7ofEXJbkfAJKaOafnNXU0zSdl6mWyM/s400/318885_10100709123557550_4920296_64149515_314837718_n.jpg&quot; /&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&#39;s 2007!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9216605978976988703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1944147761337596748/9216605978976988703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/9216605978976988703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/9216605978976988703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/2012/02/twit-pic.html' title='Twit Pic'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOwHvuRIOux_zutHJEU9zW3OaDSovsBiNEldU_Jr9QiOLUCSw5lyqH9ThggBZXOWEn1sUqk7x5mAK_JNUHO5caIgp2-MMlA6cH43tdI2V5vGtktaGA0u0MlMpICqk1kc/s220/IMG00075-20110730-2039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU1DuerNbbp0nnGDghiBGH1QUdFCERBLML-mLNmufhjwpcTHobMeMWyGlWNWh8F8B0d38tK2EhsnOEzyhjGTd_4fWLqqZ_BqoC4ilrM5yeb2djv7ofEXJbkfAJKaOafnNXU0zSdl6mWyM/s72-c/318885_10100709123557550_4920296_64149515_314837718_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944147761337596748.post-7730564444769766650</id><published>2012-02-15T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T07:22:00.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine&#39;s Day Humor- A Day Late</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I sent an email with the picture below to some co-workers. My caption was, &quot;What are the odds that their human mother is single?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-9TYE1wzRprWehyx_OWye60AqMi2Rkd-uCaE6DJoVCWFwuJICjs6alyCVW6iBoXpnib5PNOIO6CVysmHmLI0-9aZZ2ZPyiy4L1Gqe4hLuvtjn59B5CYvVSfPP7JwsLHwR6mV2rNifDHI/s1600/cats.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709367974444555202&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-9TYE1wzRprWehyx_OWye60AqMi2Rkd-uCaE6DJoVCWFwuJICjs6alyCVW6iBoXpnib5PNOIO6CVysmHmLI0-9aZZ2ZPyiy4L1Gqe4hLuvtjn59B5CYvVSfPP7JwsLHwR6mV2rNifDHI/s400/cats.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day after Valentine&#39;s day humor. Can&#39;t go wrong with dear &#39;ol Maxine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_5OD_PMswSMiKqWBQjq5q-fHmbMD82tTZC7e_Q92pTxv_uWuxWYaHPVJOM2N-nzX6I32_0LmlFl_RIiLfZVAOcW0-Jk3pf_QDXD6VnkMcGZDf3n_Y7lS4uvB13-UiXbu29pVOsXQsLd8/s1600/424537_10150571912607945_153850792944_9133623_1143572680_n.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709367970140525394&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_5OD_PMswSMiKqWBQjq5q-fHmbMD82tTZC7e_Q92pTxv_uWuxWYaHPVJOM2N-nzX6I32_0LmlFl_RIiLfZVAOcW0-Jk3pf_QDXD6VnkMcGZDf3n_Y7lS4uvB13-UiXbu29pVOsXQsLd8/s400/424537_10150571912607945_153850792944_9133623_1143572680_n.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7730564444769766650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1944147761337596748/7730564444769766650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/7730564444769766650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/7730564444769766650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-day-humor-day-late.html' title='Valentine&#39;s Day Humor- A Day Late'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOwHvuRIOux_zutHJEU9zW3OaDSovsBiNEldU_Jr9QiOLUCSw5lyqH9ThggBZXOWEn1sUqk7x5mAK_JNUHO5caIgp2-MMlA6cH43tdI2V5vGtktaGA0u0MlMpICqk1kc/s220/IMG00075-20110730-2039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-9TYE1wzRprWehyx_OWye60AqMi2Rkd-uCaE6DJoVCWFwuJICjs6alyCVW6iBoXpnib5PNOIO6CVysmHmLI0-9aZZ2ZPyiy4L1Gqe4hLuvtjn59B5CYvVSfPP7JwsLHwR6mV2rNifDHI/s72-c/cats.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944147761337596748.post-5444146053238566035</id><published>2012-02-14T20:39:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T20:39:00.116-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Valentine&#39;s Day"/><title type='text'>What is Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm5xO24z2ce0-ywDGdoyZMzNZ0A32xA5_Mge2yO1kmc_mnclqRBOADq6q3POEzR7oMausY9D9h28su3CGEZZWd6hmk1ygs0o3XViGyWxKpbtudZVmyTrd7jScTjbek3xjgQkTMjqt1-bw/s1600/paper-heart.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709116494596401122&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm5xO24z2ce0-ywDGdoyZMzNZ0A32xA5_Mge2yO1kmc_mnclqRBOADq6q3POEzR7oMausY9D9h28su3CGEZZWd6hmk1ygs0o3XViGyWxKpbtudZVmyTrd7jScTjbek3xjgQkTMjqt1-bw/s400/paper-heart.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is Valentine&#39;s Day, what does it mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know many single people dread this day, and mostly because they focus on the wrong things (I was there once). Instead making Valentine&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;s day card he&#39;d already bought for me, but hadn&#39;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&#39;s Day card for each other way early...I was a Daddy&#39;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&#39;s Day holds a special day in my heart. Hope you have a special day and share your love with someone. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5444146053238566035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1944147761337596748/5444146053238566035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/5444146053238566035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/5444146053238566035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOwHvuRIOux_zutHJEU9zW3OaDSovsBiNEldU_Jr9QiOLUCSw5lyqH9ThggBZXOWEn1sUqk7x5mAK_JNUHO5caIgp2-MMlA6cH43tdI2V5vGtktaGA0u0MlMpICqk1kc/s220/IMG00075-20110730-2039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm5xO24z2ce0-ywDGdoyZMzNZ0A32xA5_Mge2yO1kmc_mnclqRBOADq6q3POEzR7oMausY9D9h28su3CGEZZWd6hmk1ygs0o3XViGyWxKpbtudZVmyTrd7jScTjbek3xjgQkTMjqt1-bw/s72-c/paper-heart.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944147761337596748.post-661297988619632224</id><published>2012-02-12T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T12:15:26.967-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kitchenaid"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ombre cake"/><title type='text'>My Lover....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: left&quot;&gt;What you might not know, is that I have a lover. My husband knows about the relationship, so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot;&gt;it&#39;s okay. Sometimes this secret relationship is healthy for me, and sometimes I know that its just soooo bad that it&#39;s good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot;&gt;My lover&#39;s name is called Kit...It&#39;s short for KitchenAid. Out time together is usually fun and magical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708434500287868770&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiDjXvX01HAdx6cjx1ItLubA86yL99wi-VCNg00ONkzy3qAHP43Ar-O7Js8-jfpaw4ChmvVpEq1ySicYan0jQJIuC-qivYOZkcMVOlsf2BD6ZZN0FeKXXOyXFiK9ka59GJnUN2x1Vldoo/s400/IMG00483-20120212-1955.jpg&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:+0;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: left&quot;&gt;For Valentine&#39;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=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708437963336518114&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6TMGv8qroPrPY1Ph-yPIr2yueiSU7ryXW5qUbwATZbGWnrrY-hzBZZJi8NXsvuKwcEEloscRXwOGJ4y05n_rqDmV5H-0tXZw_4IHo1EXh4fX4NqiNwpyV4yLY924GqA-vKaPsq8JHDqU/s400/IMG00486-20120212-2018+%25281%2529.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot;&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=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:+0;&quot;&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=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot;&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&#39;s got some good stuff. The Icing came from the KitchenAid Manual&#39;s recipe section. It&#39;s the best damn chocolate icing you&#39;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&#39;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=&quot;font-size:+0;&quot;&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=&quot;font-size:+0;&quot;&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=&quot;font-size:+0;&quot;&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&#39;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=&quot;MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-DECORATION: underline&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708437968064844722&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqqFO2YmAFb8X_8TF5MoCut9bvx9J8Mm86FFbZ6JFgkZVQCtfxQv7S5ebMb4fRs4K41J7Fd8_80Q5fEEpa3t78_tunvDXUQ1uRUwbC1DC9CspXcfteYkrFNH6IjH3k6gP3GJaHVPQvKRw/s400/IMG00487-20120212-2026.jpg&quot; /&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&#39;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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/661297988619632224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1944147761337596748/661297988619632224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/661297988619632224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/661297988619632224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-lover.html' title='My Lover....'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOwHvuRIOux_zutHJEU9zW3OaDSovsBiNEldU_Jr9QiOLUCSw5lyqH9ThggBZXOWEn1sUqk7x5mAK_JNUHO5caIgp2-MMlA6cH43tdI2V5vGtktaGA0u0MlMpICqk1kc/s220/IMG00075-20110730-2039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiDjXvX01HAdx6cjx1ItLubA86yL99wi-VCNg00ONkzy3qAHP43Ar-O7Js8-jfpaw4ChmvVpEq1ySicYan0jQJIuC-qivYOZkcMVOlsf2BD6ZZN0FeKXXOyXFiK9ka59GJnUN2x1Vldoo/s72-c/IMG00483-20120212-1955.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944147761337596748.post-9156964214449589115</id><published>2012-01-31T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T08:23:37.879-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="30"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="acceptance."/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthday"/><title type='text'>30</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfHOc4LPC7UhMrzXMZeGZOxQhn8Gv8HaV5T-DIifUrrOYrHNGNavPbrciAl_q1tpJjXSVeoYmB5OBVnHryPBY0n949wW_m5vLERjtPk-20LAYqminCNJiQEVjVD5yVNEQb_cn6AJoj6LQ/s1600/395970_10101024660149690_4920296_66181941_463101245_n.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704202350984290098&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfHOc4LPC7UhMrzXMZeGZOxQhn8Gv8HaV5T-DIifUrrOYrHNGNavPbrciAl_q1tpJjXSVeoYmB5OBVnHryPBY0n949wW_m5vLERjtPk-20LAYqminCNJiQEVjVD5yVNEQb_cn6AJoj6LQ/s400/395970_10101024660149690_4920296_66181941_463101245_n.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most people are sad when they hit the milestone of their 30th birthday. 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&#39;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=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704201628777906002&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGWuBgd8Y8Crs7YNc4e_rcFAYXvIOT6yYOkfSwUUac314OF5167hxlCG5Ovru5c6jzEyp8_Tjo2eBrX_pNkQim1Uv2mp4whtsYkwX42KLCGYLZmPzR4gKRYvgskDLVplgAngVXtUzkE0U/s400/423158_10101024660928130_4920296_66181948_1894725858_n.jpg&quot; /&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=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704202589807820770&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjmmxR5yrQfOLKwr0Nv18dXyrvtXMhsfyJvv9hyphenhyphenh4aUMT2c9zuuP4iBgmKAaTUNhSUIGDFVZnvRDSXYZikEjOODj7tvKZyf_27piqXZW0V6VZdJFuvpIUeXAxlNecZ4wKTKsnhZz9Fcbo/s400/408016_10101024661227530_4920296_66181952_1753294290_n.jpg&quot; /&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&#39;t like it, I am so sorry, I can&#39;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&#39;t change the past as much as I would like. I have to accept the dice that God threw for me. It&#39;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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9156964214449589115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1944147761337596748/9156964214449589115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/9156964214449589115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/9156964214449589115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/2012/01/30.html' title='30'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOwHvuRIOux_zutHJEU9zW3OaDSovsBiNEldU_Jr9QiOLUCSw5lyqH9ThggBZXOWEn1sUqk7x5mAK_JNUHO5caIgp2-MMlA6cH43tdI2V5vGtktaGA0u0MlMpICqk1kc/s220/IMG00075-20110730-2039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfHOc4LPC7UhMrzXMZeGZOxQhn8Gv8HaV5T-DIifUrrOYrHNGNavPbrciAl_q1tpJjXSVeoYmB5OBVnHryPBY0n949wW_m5vLERjtPk-20LAYqminCNJiQEVjVD5yVNEQb_cn6AJoj6LQ/s72-c/395970_10101024660149690_4920296_66181941_463101245_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944147761337596748.post-3933699225282540648</id><published>2012-01-26T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T06:08:27.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Trip 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZF6Ru7aUuxD3qIWGHMPtpc1l7NRnGaU56YxSMKcZo71YvChpQQrUN4cwX8tlSthMvldB1O-9Jhr_DgLXIUeS0DH65B-O2bt9GjFt-ZmO0vVNLduRLcYSy8jqVEMI2UUBcuY2w0piYH9A/s1600/401983_10101024665249470_4920296_66181992_1461468840_n.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701941600367020930&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZF6Ru7aUuxD3qIWGHMPtpc1l7NRnGaU56YxSMKcZo71YvChpQQrUN4cwX8tlSthMvldB1O-9Jhr_DgLXIUeS0DH65B-O2bt9GjFt-ZmO0vVNLduRLcYSy8jqVEMI2UUBcuY2w0piYH9A/s400/401983_10101024665249470_4920296_66181992_1461468840_n.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;ll talk more about this later, but I wanted to post my new favorite picture of us three. I did everyone&#39;s hair this night. I think we all look bellissimo!!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3933699225282540648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1944147761337596748/3933699225282540648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/3933699225282540648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/3933699225282540648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/2012/01/birthday-trip-2012.html' title='Birthday Trip 2012'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOwHvuRIOux_zutHJEU9zW3OaDSovsBiNEldU_Jr9QiOLUCSw5lyqH9ThggBZXOWEn1sUqk7x5mAK_JNUHO5caIgp2-MMlA6cH43tdI2V5vGtktaGA0u0MlMpICqk1kc/s220/IMG00075-20110730-2039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZF6Ru7aUuxD3qIWGHMPtpc1l7NRnGaU56YxSMKcZo71YvChpQQrUN4cwX8tlSthMvldB1O-9Jhr_DgLXIUeS0DH65B-O2bt9GjFt-ZmO0vVNLduRLcYSy8jqVEMI2UUBcuY2w0piYH9A/s72-c/401983_10101024665249470_4920296_66181992_1461468840_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944147761337596748.post-4139167111262196098</id><published>2012-01-02T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T10:32:54.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibhGKtX3qavNS2BfjQIxQf8wFLzLpWcff8ZXCVyUooYMNp29Pg0Fasy_bLYsQDp1rTB4uNfryzgNwEmBjQbH0behCTkoHNSUj6IivWHRV69TdCie-0cFN8e1k5_YkWOyhyc7qMfpF7mz8/s1600/happy-new-year.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693475075248961538&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibhGKtX3qavNS2BfjQIxQf8wFLzLpWcff8ZXCVyUooYMNp29Pg0Fasy_bLYsQDp1rTB4uNfryzgNwEmBjQbH0behCTkoHNSUj6IivWHRV69TdCie-0cFN8e1k5_YkWOyhyc7qMfpF7mz8/s400/happy-new-year.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every New Year I sing the words from Rent in my head....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;525,600 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you measure- measure a year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Daylights - In Sunsets - In Midnights - In Cups Of Coffee- In Inches - In Miles- In Laughter - In Strife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We seem to not think about the year we just lived until it&#39;s over. In 2011, I got married and our family grew by one dog. It was a fantastic year. Was it the best yet? I don&#39;t know. I don&#39;t like when people say, &quot;It was the best year of my life!&quot; How do you know that? You can&#39;t know that until your life is over. That&#39;s the blessing with a new year, it&#39;s a clean slate to see what God has in store for you. It could be a bad year to show you that good years are ahead and to not take the good years in the past for granted. 2009 was by bad year, and it was devestatingly bad, heartbreakingly sad, and unfortuntately not forgettable. That&#39;s why God give us the next year, start fresh and the opportunity to love more, give more, and learn from the year behind. We keep on the circle of learning until we are at our end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;ve decided not to have a yearly resolution, because face it, who makes it past February with those. I&#39;ve decided that I will have 52 weekly resolutions. Each week a new feat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Week 1- Work out 5 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Week 2- No soda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Week 3-52- haven&#39;t decided yet. I&#39;ll just see what needs to be resolved in my life week to week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe this is going to be more attainable, at least I hope so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone lives 2012 to the best of there ability...you only get one &#39;12- MAKE IT COUNT!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4139167111262196098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1944147761337596748/4139167111262196098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/4139167111262196098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/4139167111262196098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOwHvuRIOux_zutHJEU9zW3OaDSovsBiNEldU_Jr9QiOLUCSw5lyqH9ThggBZXOWEn1sUqk7x5mAK_JNUHO5caIgp2-MMlA6cH43tdI2V5vGtktaGA0u0MlMpICqk1kc/s220/IMG00075-20110730-2039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibhGKtX3qavNS2BfjQIxQf8wFLzLpWcff8ZXCVyUooYMNp29Pg0Fasy_bLYsQDp1rTB4uNfryzgNwEmBjQbH0behCTkoHNSUj6IivWHRV69TdCie-0cFN8e1k5_YkWOyhyc7qMfpF7mz8/s72-c/happy-new-year.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944147761337596748.post-488258966265010995</id><published>2011-11-12T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T17:18:26.226-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Favorite color"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Green"/><title type='text'>What&#39;s your favorite Color?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My absolutely favorite color is green. It looks good on me because I&#39;m a red head. What is it about green and red hair that goes well together besides looking like I am celebrating Christmas whenever I wear it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m honestly shocked I don&#39;t own more green items. I think I keep myself from going overboard, so I hold back a great deal. This picture on &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.people.com/people/0,,,00.html&quot;&gt;People&lt;/a&gt; this morning had my head spinning...this dress that Gwen Paltrow is wearing is G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673741177908358210&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjomIgQzBmwROp0Z_2TirAJ2qtu-a-DzGEQtN2lWgSOtNJT1EHD9oNM9Vm-48MXhPfxGr8cE6oxB87N5hf3GGyQM8Skew8Y5Sgu2oR5ZxkYMIKX-_gPTfSlZlc6tcw2iLjBs_iyl4dBPFA/s400/gwyneth-paltrow-435.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Now if I could afford it and find somewhere to wear it I&#39;d be set. Until then I will stare longingly at it green with envy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of green, how awesome is this vintage stove I found on pinterest. I would love to have it, but it would never fit my design style, but man, it&#39;s that&#39;s awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 192px; height: 287px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673742645387377282&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVvHafmqXTwhweADSv2A3QRw78rPXe6jupqZzuSSPhtY7SxG-70qxeRLXuVmnvlNRgoj4Bv8kbBOlKcpvD8TfRHufG0wKohMzOuyflBEjo9nJ-gmwQf9vopRY4uYoQ8Q5fEiQu1QlA93k/s400/348637208_ebYw1OP3_b.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a photo that reminds me of my childhood. It&#39;s my grandfather&#39;s truck that&#39;s parked under the barn back home. I have many funny memories from growing up about that big green truck!&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673743268825038834&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Ok1GgJDdHhjB9h1yVpY7QNJ5Pseu8CBRuBnRcojgjm8OWHCNQ7OqQ9_kwaHj9WRTEJiRVH6ae06JeXSBIr7dhuH3Qpn3RXMbB0FMXnZ7Z10pP7NeJQCRAAdys7fJofKebb7wOs2j4VA/s400/315628_2414492809116_1455180652_2823446_264336772_n.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What&#39;s your favorite color?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/488258966265010995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1944147761337596748/488258966265010995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/488258966265010995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/488258966265010995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/2011/11/whats-your-favorite-color.html' title='What&#39;s your favorite Color?'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOwHvuRIOux_zutHJEU9zW3OaDSovsBiNEldU_Jr9QiOLUCSw5lyqH9ThggBZXOWEn1sUqk7x5mAK_JNUHO5caIgp2-MMlA6cH43tdI2V5vGtktaGA0u0MlMpICqk1kc/s220/IMG00075-20110730-2039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjomIgQzBmwROp0Z_2TirAJ2qtu-a-DzGEQtN2lWgSOtNJT1EHD9oNM9Vm-48MXhPfxGr8cE6oxB87N5hf3GGyQM8Skew8Y5Sgu2oR5ZxkYMIKX-_gPTfSlZlc6tcw2iLjBs_iyl4dBPFA/s72-c/gwyneth-paltrow-435.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944147761337596748.post-6739724408686391258</id><published>2011-11-08T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T06:32:30.382-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bahamas"/><title type='text'>It&#39;s the Final Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;....To the Bahamas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe src=&quot;http://free.timeanddate.com/countdown/i2u9g8yw/n173/cf108/cm0/cu3/ct0/cs1/ca0/cr0/ss0/cac000/cpc000/pcfff/tcfff/fs150/szw448/szh189/tatTime%20left%20to%20Event%20in/tac000/tptTime%20since%20Event%20started%20in/tpc000/mac000/mpc000/iso2012-01-20T10:00:00/bo2/pd2&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;450&quot; height=&quot;191&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is for our yearly birthday trip with my sister and our mutual bestie. I&#39;m super excited. We are flying to Miami, jumping on a BIG A$$ boat and floating to the Bahamas. I am super excited. I really shouldn&#39;t be this excited considering this will be my 30th birthday. When you celebrate your birthday with a trip with your two most favorite women then you have reason to be happy, no matter the age number. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started this tradition back in 2006. Instead of birthday gifts and Christmas gifts, we spend the money on a weekend trip each year. That way we are guaranteed to spend at least one weekend a year all together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZMZBUBKmb4yEAHa1CmyIKPVr11s1G1hQJxP9ftdRD5P1UqXfrn4Z-8osOXfqU7tC3iL8xO2qtNAy4MNz9MYYfGrEDkyAijwynSUu0qa6inBBhTGQBparjYAHXQmXwBbd2YiRoYt2Nsnw/s400/images.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672631034401262866&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I can hear paradise calling.... I need to answer this call. Paradise told me....&quot; I guh see you on duh beach.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6739724408686391258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1944147761337596748/6739724408686391258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/6739724408686391258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/6739724408686391258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-final-countdown.html' title='It&#39;s the Final Countdown'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOwHvuRIOux_zutHJEU9zW3OaDSovsBiNEldU_Jr9QiOLUCSw5lyqH9ThggBZXOWEn1sUqk7x5mAK_JNUHO5caIgp2-MMlA6cH43tdI2V5vGtktaGA0u0MlMpICqk1kc/s220/IMG00075-20110730-2039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZMZBUBKmb4yEAHa1CmyIKPVr11s1G1hQJxP9ftdRD5P1UqXfrn4Z-8osOXfqU7tC3iL8xO2qtNAy4MNz9MYYfGrEDkyAijwynSUu0qa6inBBhTGQBparjYAHXQmXwBbd2YiRoYt2Nsnw/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944147761337596748.post-3852998087760380826</id><published>2011-11-06T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T07:19:41.663-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Saturday night"/><title type='text'>Saturday Night Activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  &gt;My Saturday night in pictures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQyiMLwE68itqKOFGu0eh_dJ-XmRGh86FCBnUgxY7EEwMX1Sqw_zql4wgY_bfyzb3iHjUtCHhkIVwghe03tLWJ9jtNrqE_Iq9IufNGXhGsiFqcxBp-kOQ6_TYV359HYSlX1mciLnU1r8o/s1600/IMG00275-20111105-2044.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQyiMLwE68itqKOFGu0eh_dJ-XmRGh86FCBnUgxY7EEwMX1Sqw_zql4wgY_bfyzb3iHjUtCHhkIVwghe03tLWJ9jtNrqE_Iq9IufNGXhGsiFqcxBp-kOQ6_TYV359HYSlX1mciLnU1r8o/s400/IMG00275-20111105-2044.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671900708592750706&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;(A Stuart Woods book)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnpalLgRPwWbcaVixnvQ3ZsPCy2MqQ66sna7O55MbLQ52ZJmvXqKDcB5py3Ye_cpQJ4nTJCbPbVrZeJvBThgKqAAXpMzqBAE4MzAl9HH6_zDgR2MM4ocVJ4KCAHNkObXvwAwhLfxTp0j4/s1600/IMG00274-20111105-2030.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnpalLgRPwWbcaVixnvQ3ZsPCy2MqQ66sna7O55MbLQ52ZJmvXqKDcB5py3Ye_cpQJ4nTJCbPbVrZeJvBThgKqAAXpMzqBAE4MzAl9HH6_zDgR2MM4ocVJ4KCAHNkObXvwAwhLfxTp0j4/s400/IMG00274-20111105-2030.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671900702404006898&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;(Dark Hot Chocolate via Kuerig and the new Real Simple)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ7PmJUrDk4aeuFZ8fZnfuKJqMuhYbClaGD46nY1YTA6v_VtgR7LOaNE0w0jfVgsi1uOxGT6WQZbSh7BAt6mxyH30fnEF5RRsOkw75lfEmG_9bJ0rJfCHgEmMRQN9Xw1jTNOzmjYQ60Uw/s1600/IMG00270-20111105-2022.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ7PmJUrDk4aeuFZ8fZnfuKJqMuhYbClaGD46nY1YTA6v_VtgR7LOaNE0w0jfVgsi1uOxGT6WQZbSh7BAt6mxyH30fnEF5RRsOkw75lfEmG_9bJ0rJfCHgEmMRQN9Xw1jTNOzmjYQ60Uw/s400/IMG00270-20111105-2022.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671900699485162274&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;(Cold night by the fire, wrapped in a blanket)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Tonight got me to thinking about Friday and Saturday nights when I was younger. 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=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Good lawd I&#39;m glad I&#39;m beyond that. That was exhausting!! Also I&#39;m glad I&#39;m married, because if I hadn&#39;t have met my husband several years ago, I&#39;m afraid that I would be single forever because I would never leave my house to meet people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Tonight is a good example why being an old married fart is a good thing. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3852998087760380826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1944147761337596748/3852998087760380826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/3852998087760380826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/3852998087760380826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/2011/11/saturday-night-activities.html' title='Saturday Night Activities'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOwHvuRIOux_zutHJEU9zW3OaDSovsBiNEldU_Jr9QiOLUCSw5lyqH9ThggBZXOWEn1sUqk7x5mAK_JNUHO5caIgp2-MMlA6cH43tdI2V5vGtktaGA0u0MlMpICqk1kc/s220/IMG00075-20110730-2039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQyiMLwE68itqKOFGu0eh_dJ-XmRGh86FCBnUgxY7EEwMX1Sqw_zql4wgY_bfyzb3iHjUtCHhkIVwghe03tLWJ9jtNrqE_Iq9IufNGXhGsiFqcxBp-kOQ6_TYV359HYSlX1mciLnU1r8o/s72-c/IMG00275-20111105-2044.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944147761337596748.post-7283999279877252607</id><published>2011-11-05T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T06:58:40.463-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="For the Record"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Miranda Lambert"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Over you"/><title type='text'>For The Record</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD5XkeAalfo5cnXIPnoDzCPG1Rbs0QL0SD_e_-laoryHOaKSZ-EZjqGZp2irfFOpWvdaBhAc04XTIi8SEKZg2vlxls40WHy0jHmlgLI7glTwV506H6yhfl4lyjJQWG37R6ab2cEBReMKE/s1600/DSC01976.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD5XkeAalfo5cnXIPnoDzCPG1Rbs0QL0SD_e_-laoryHOaKSZ-EZjqGZp2irfFOpWvdaBhAc04XTIi8SEKZg2vlxls40WHy0jHmlgLI7glTwV506H6yhfl4lyjJQWG37R6ab2cEBReMKE/s400/DSC01976.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671552926258274994&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you believe in signs? Miranda Lambert&#39;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&#39;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=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&quot;OVER YOU&quot;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;(The story behind the song is that it&#39;s about Blake Shelton&#39;s brother who died in a car accident)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Weather man said it&#39;s gonna snow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;By now I should be used to the cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Mid-February shouldn&#39;t be so scary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;It was only December&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I still remember the presents, the tree, you and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;But you went away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;How dare you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;They say I&#39;ll be OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;But I&#39;m not going to ever get over you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Living alone here in this place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I think of you, and I&#39;m not afraid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Your favorite records make me feel better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Cause you sing along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;With every song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I know you didn&#39;t mean to give them to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;But you went away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;How dare you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;They say I&#39;ll be OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;But I&#39;m not going to ever get over you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;It really sinks in, you know, when I see it in stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Cause you went away, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;How dare you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;They say I&#39;ll be OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;But I&#39;m not going to ever get over you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;FOR THE RECORD...&lt;/i&gt;It brings raw emotion out of me. The line &quot;It really sinks in, you know, when I see it in stone&quot; is a good explanation why I don&#39;t go to Daddy&#39;s grave very often. I can honestly count the time I&#39;ve been on one hand. It&#39;s almost been three years. The times I&#39;ve gone, I get there stare at the slab and think this is silly....It&#39;s just a slab with his name in it...It shouldn&#39;t have the second date on it. It shouldn&#39;t be here. It to difficult to deal with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;FOR THE RECORD...&lt;/i&gt;I&#39;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&#39;ve experienced losing my Dad, I joke because the truth and reality is that the pain is just to unbearable to let surface. It&#39;s inescapable. It&#39;s always deep inside just waiting for the right moment to surface. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&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=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;FOR THE RECORD...&lt;/i&gt;Maybe I&#39;ll always be a broken person. I&#39;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&#39;s gone. I&#39;ve lost the ability to care about others pain, I don&#39;t want to be like that, but it&#39;s hard not to. One day my heart will soften and I might be able to cry for someone else&#39;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&#39;m one train stop away from crazy town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;FOR THE RECORD...&lt;/i&gt;The picture at the top fit&#39;s the post perfectly. The song-snow in December. The past few weeks of pain-Daddy&#39;s truck is in the photo, I traded it in last week, which was so hard and painful to do. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7283999279877252607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1944147761337596748/7283999279877252607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/7283999279877252607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/7283999279877252607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/2011/11/for-record.html' title='For The Record'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOwHvuRIOux_zutHJEU9zW3OaDSovsBiNEldU_Jr9QiOLUCSw5lyqH9ThggBZXOWEn1sUqk7x5mAK_JNUHO5caIgp2-MMlA6cH43tdI2V5vGtktaGA0u0MlMpICqk1kc/s220/IMG00075-20110730-2039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD5XkeAalfo5cnXIPnoDzCPG1Rbs0QL0SD_e_-laoryHOaKSZ-EZjqGZp2irfFOpWvdaBhAc04XTIi8SEKZg2vlxls40WHy0jHmlgLI7glTwV506H6yhfl4lyjJQWG37R6ab2cEBReMKE/s72-c/DSC01976.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944147761337596748.post-4165360899237139436</id><published>2011-11-04T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T09:43:21.284-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dogs"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pet Adoption"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pinterest"/><title type='text'>Pinterest: Friday Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEUO93un06srlswJTOFuZlFBZ0-Zxq9kDAHYXD0E-RKZWB1Jjd30VnhAKAQYhxNdeOOnO_1j7KhRemgOi1OvIH2ZPmTanh4xFyFq-N-gErb_lgPcbTpY4Rz8QNi56eC61U1nWmIlf1B-k/s1600/389039823_UdyANYmg_c.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 284px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEUO93un06srlswJTOFuZlFBZ0-Zxq9kDAHYXD0E-RKZWB1Jjd30VnhAKAQYhxNdeOOnO_1j7KhRemgOi1OvIH2ZPmTanh4xFyFq-N-gErb_lgPcbTpY4Rz8QNi56eC61U1nWmIlf1B-k/s400/389039823_UdyANYmg_c.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671181145286347922&quot; /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m pretty sure that&#39;s what Tank and Gus&#39; reaction would be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;See they stopped in their tracks when I told them the news.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&quot;MAMA, SAY WHAT?!?!?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEUO93un06srlswJTOFuZlFBZ0-Zxq9kDAHYXD0E-RKZWB1Jjd30VnhAKAQYhxNdeOOnO_1j7KhRemgOi1OvIH2ZPmTanh4xFyFq-N-gErb_lgPcbTpY4Rz8QNi56eC61U1nWmIlf1B-k/s1600/389039823_UdyANYmg_c.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO0LQFHjuO_Ll41fbCjUiQ89cO06JQOfGoWNoH9lQ_ZU8G_ICJZhf68UiYGc1KBTOlbQxh2LcGhmoIZL7rQymCp-kgimBqTzrVokckK0gRDT-OCENl-qVieBck43gOFFk8opTAxpFLRX4/s400/302599_10100709195488400_4920296_64150341_1254587226_n.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671181771935785042&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s okay to let your Friday go to the dogs!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4165360899237139436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1944147761337596748/4165360899237139436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/4165360899237139436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/4165360899237139436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/2011/11/pinterest-friday-humor.html' title='Pinterest: Friday Humor'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOwHvuRIOux_zutHJEU9zW3OaDSovsBiNEldU_Jr9QiOLUCSw5lyqH9ThggBZXOWEn1sUqk7x5mAK_JNUHO5caIgp2-MMlA6cH43tdI2V5vGtktaGA0u0MlMpICqk1kc/s220/IMG00075-20110730-2039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEUO93un06srlswJTOFuZlFBZ0-Zxq9kDAHYXD0E-RKZWB1Jjd30VnhAKAQYhxNdeOOnO_1j7KhRemgOi1OvIH2ZPmTanh4xFyFq-N-gErb_lgPcbTpY4Rz8QNi56eC61U1nWmIlf1B-k/s72-c/389039823_UdyANYmg_c.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944147761337596748.post-1275791154807667664</id><published>2011-11-04T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T07:10:04.961-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fitness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goals"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thankfulness"/><title type='text'>Fitness Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp3tmK0ECvH-GOeDs5HktijB7owebpRPfM7nSFOmffRQltKR00l5b1Ziomu1KOqr0O5QtJlSXr4LAXSefU0stl3P5hY2GzgIAZrF8bjtaE2IcJ2sIogVX1nEHhRUW3FGBQ51TqPZ57_EE/s1600/388901902_gD3eSVk1_c.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp3tmK0ECvH-GOeDs5HktijB7owebpRPfM7nSFOmffRQltKR00l5b1Ziomu1KOqr0O5QtJlSXr4LAXSefU0stl3P5hY2GzgIAZrF8bjtaE2IcJ2sIogVX1nEHhRUW3FGBQ51TqPZ57_EE/s400/388901902_gD3eSVk1_c.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671142223744434466&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My usual Friday is like this: I come to work with my workout bag and think I will work out after work like I do on other days, but then we get an announcement that we can leave early, and I am in my car heading South to the house and well there goes the workout. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I know this is my behavior, I decided to beat the system (my personal system above) by rolling out of bed, putting on my gym clothes and coming straight to work (we have a gym here). Since my work clothes were picked out the night before and bag was packed, I got out of the house and was in the gym at 7:30 and at 8:15 I was getting ready to make my commute to work...a less that one minute walk from one end of the building to my office. Literally my office and the gym are on the far ends of the building from each other! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mission accomplished...I worked out today. I&#39;ve decided that not only do I have to think about what I&#39;m thankful for each day in November, I also have to do some sort of fitness...EVERYDAY!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for my thankfulness....I am thankful for the relationship I have with my sister and our mutual  best best friend. They are two bestest friends a girl could have!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1275791154807667664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1944147761337596748/1275791154807667664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/1275791154807667664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/1275791154807667664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/2011/11/fitness-friday.html' title='Fitness Friday'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOwHvuRIOux_zutHJEU9zW3OaDSovsBiNEldU_Jr9QiOLUCSw5lyqH9ThggBZXOWEn1sUqk7x5mAK_JNUHO5caIgp2-MMlA6cH43tdI2V5vGtktaGA0u0MlMpICqk1kc/s220/IMG00075-20110730-2039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp3tmK0ECvH-GOeDs5HktijB7owebpRPfM7nSFOmffRQltKR00l5b1Ziomu1KOqr0O5QtJlSXr4LAXSefU0stl3P5hY2GzgIAZrF8bjtaE2IcJ2sIogVX1nEHhRUW3FGBQ51TqPZ57_EE/s72-c/388901902_gD3eSVk1_c.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944147761337596748.post-5503349151031365001</id><published>2011-11-03T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T07:53:49.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you Thankful for....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiusY63L51GSSZFseyIj3XZjScsXljk_xjfk9EWOLNs2CmdSOClm8MqbyQ6pg-yuDMPq2lvTOb9D12eApLPcFeWhkgLKSnYQwwAUfWuJkn10Q2442a6hcDBB9qjrBmb6_abYwNPeh9Kbtk/s1600/images+%25281%2529.jpg&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left; &quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 189px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiusY63L51GSSZFseyIj3XZjScsXljk_xjfk9EWOLNs2CmdSOClm8MqbyQ6pg-yuDMPq2lvTOb9D12eApLPcFeWhkgLKSnYQwwAUfWuJkn10Q2442a6hcDBB9qjrBmb6_abYwNPeh9Kbtk/s320/images+%25281%2529.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670782123020084258&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First I must get Kelly Clarkson singing &quot;Thankful&quot; out of my head....&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiusY63L51GSSZFseyIj3XZjScsXljk_xjfk9EWOLNs2CmdSOClm8MqbyQ6pg-yuDMPq2lvTOb9D12eApLPcFeWhkgLKSnYQwwAUfWuJkn10Q2442a6hcDBB9qjrBmb6_abYwNPeh9Kbtk/s1600/images+%25281%2529.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m challenging myself to be grateful and thankful for everything in my life. 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&#39;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&#39;t have (or once had, but now don&#39;t).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It&#39;s three days into the month and here&#39;s what I got:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQsdLFb_gxL5Q7vMZHc-vsjyLjT3gcO838GbzTimn3HR4CdO_k3k6P2RYJGPFEJmITSTzO3l3b103T6DPdP2OuiXPYAR7PztQXGWYzAxSiZePuZD7XqEPli65LlFqWbRrEUrnU7QTyTCA/s400/Presentation1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670782502641084626&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5503349151031365001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1944147761337596748/5503349151031365001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/5503349151031365001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/5503349151031365001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-are-you-thankful-for.html' title='What are you Thankful for....'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOwHvuRIOux_zutHJEU9zW3OaDSovsBiNEldU_Jr9QiOLUCSw5lyqH9ThggBZXOWEn1sUqk7x5mAK_JNUHO5caIgp2-MMlA6cH43tdI2V5vGtktaGA0u0MlMpICqk1kc/s220/IMG00075-20110730-2039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiusY63L51GSSZFseyIj3XZjScsXljk_xjfk9EWOLNs2CmdSOClm8MqbyQ6pg-yuDMPq2lvTOb9D12eApLPcFeWhkgLKSnYQwwAUfWuJkn10Q2442a6hcDBB9qjrBmb6_abYwNPeh9Kbtk/s72-c/images+%25281%2529.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944147761337596748.post-1385072164096269058</id><published>2011-10-27T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T09:54:22.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 is a creepin&#39;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;At a friends 29th birthday party last night, it got me to thinking...I don&#39;t have much time left for the Big 3-0! 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&#39;s the same size I entered my 20&#39;s. HAHAHA! It&#39;s almost laughable, but I don&#39;t believe unattainable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&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 &quot;eat more&quot;! I focused more on defining that weight loss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now here comes the 30s! I don&#39;t have far to go, but it&#39;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&#39;d like to be. I&#39;m not dieting, just watching what I eat and making good decisions. I also follow &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.twitter.com/EatThisNotThat&quot;&gt;Eat This Not That on twitter&lt;/a&gt;. It&#39;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=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUvFHUeerOe3N94yRDOMxipQ_2svYoiWrCQ92hNfcB8PGTOgKONBMTxjPXKkezguYzMWDucvBhRK9TWaeVmeLbg8TfCld7IbtevGEV52gsAiZtnraAx1YRDIi1Wu1FCfJjbLalXjiXnY0/s320/213759088_29TfiWZu_c.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668216063176604434&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I&#39;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&#39;s!! Oh yeah, I was a college student and pretty much ate cereal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&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&#39;T work out. Most women are jealous of celebrities and their bodies, nope, I am jealous of my husband&#39;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=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJIg1UnHczbFW3XnOLV_3C0g_PRhzYxz_pw57sW3YrjZyhxpyCAcJDi8J6ia5jssKydGWLBxdyyzLy_XS0k-ufDBWM8Qam95t7SrvYmrAlFjAwAYrwaQ4DU4-8MThuch8h7hHV5oG0kZw/s320/355760882_R4Xyho6S_c.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668215744681744802&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; &quot; /&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1385072164096269058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1944147761337596748/1385072164096269058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/1385072164096269058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/1385072164096269058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/30-is-creepin.html' title='30 is a creepin&#39;'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOwHvuRIOux_zutHJEU9zW3OaDSovsBiNEldU_Jr9QiOLUCSw5lyqH9ThggBZXOWEn1sUqk7x5mAK_JNUHO5caIgp2-MMlA6cH43tdI2V5vGtktaGA0u0MlMpICqk1kc/s220/IMG00075-20110730-2039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUvFHUeerOe3N94yRDOMxipQ_2svYoiWrCQ92hNfcB8PGTOgKONBMTxjPXKkezguYzMWDucvBhRK9TWaeVmeLbg8TfCld7IbtevGEV52gsAiZtnraAx1YRDIi1Wu1FCfJjbLalXjiXnY0/s72-c/213759088_29TfiWZu_c.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944147761337596748.post-8460623751514056134</id><published>2011-10-27T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T09:58:01.536-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Addiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pinterst"/><title type='text'>Pinterest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have you discovered Pinterest?!?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If not &lt;a href=&quot;http://pinterest.com/&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is where you go to get a new addiction. And when I say addiction, I am not using it loosely. I mean ADDICTION! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here&#39;s my logic. When smokers need a smoke they get a smoke break. Well I don&#39;t smoke, but sometimes I need a mental break...just 5-10 minutes (the equivalent of one cigarette...right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least my addiction isn&#39;t bad for my health. Might be bad for my wallet. I found this &lt;a href=&quot;http://pinterest.com/pin/383670051/&quot;&gt;pin&lt;/a&gt; with sequin skirt from Zara the other day on here, and went ahead and ordered it without hesitation. Honestly...I had just seen it on a blog I read (What I wore) about &lt;a href=&quot;http://whatiwore.tumblr.com/post/11909648837/what-i-wore-all-that-glitters&quot;&gt;daytime sequins&lt;/a&gt;. So I jumped at it. Wonder what my co-workers will think if I wear this skirt to work?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I also pick up lots of cute animal pictures...for example....a bulldog trying to swim....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7FtUU9yftwJFFqqgDk1Mqxet79JR4kB83SN0Em-IbzQ4g72nyRM62e6rFSZbQJdxuukvKl3CCfpez-836pmGTyzOAuNS06CLScJfBMmCsHc2IiAP1Gpa4XYK_JzPBhxm46P6XDMjH3ao/s320/image-preview.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668158476026354754&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Pinterest just now became a hazard to my dogs...I so want to see if Tank makes this face in the water....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Pinning! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Let me know when you stop laughing at the bulldog photo! The first time I ever saw it I laughed until I cried, then I looked at it again after crying and literally slapped my knee laughing. Then someone came into my office thinking I fell off my rocker....&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8460623751514056134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1944147761337596748/8460623751514056134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/8460623751514056134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/8460623751514056134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/pinterest.html' title='Pinterest'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOwHvuRIOux_zutHJEU9zW3OaDSovsBiNEldU_Jr9QiOLUCSw5lyqH9ThggBZXOWEn1sUqk7x5mAK_JNUHO5caIgp2-MMlA6cH43tdI2V5vGtktaGA0u0MlMpICqk1kc/s220/IMG00075-20110730-2039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7FtUU9yftwJFFqqgDk1Mqxet79JR4kB83SN0Em-IbzQ4g72nyRM62e6rFSZbQJdxuukvKl3CCfpez-836pmGTyzOAuNS06CLScJfBMmCsHc2IiAP1Gpa4XYK_JzPBhxm46P6XDMjH3ao/s72-c/image-preview.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944147761337596748.post-6793496130539791212</id><published>2011-10-04T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T06:21:00.763-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Louis Vuitton"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Saving"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Speedy30"/><title type='text'>How to get something you want</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back on January 5, 2010 &lt;a href=&quot;http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/wanting-bad-or-good-thing.html&quot;&gt;I wrote about things I wanted&lt;/a&gt;. Since I saved for one of them and just purchased it, I decided to check in on the list to see how I&#39;ve come along...I&#39;ll check the list....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); &quot;&gt;My #1 2010 want:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); &quot;&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=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); &quot;&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=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); &quot;&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&#39;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=&quot;text-align: center; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); &quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); &quot;&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&#39;t lose value (actually goes up after you leave the store...don&#39;t believe me, go to a consignment store and try to buy one from 1980). They don&#39;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=&quot;text-align: center; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); &quot;&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&#39;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=&quot;http://bbt.com/bbt/personal/products/esavings/&quot;&gt;esavings account&lt;/a&gt;. It doesn&#39;t get a great interest return, but it wasn&#39;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&#39;s about putting whatever you can aside until you have it. I did it. It&#39;s pretty rewarding to know that I put it aside and finally purchased a splurge that I&#39;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=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji6mr3hgj5BMVc0Wi8qH1KdZKMsoKimUaU97rW8uR8RbvPGMEgyFBk4sKI2gZQay-jLCD4NlCI6leX6rQ-Mw2uPkpijQKzL1DKrIGnBMqvOlFwuG9dvnUPYa4ELRmu312N_0IVvx_eDpI/s320/picture-52.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659625541989590162&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px; &quot; /&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;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6793496130539791212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1944147761337596748/6793496130539791212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/6793496130539791212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/6793496130539791212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-to-get-something-you-want.html' title='How to get something you want'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOwHvuRIOux_zutHJEU9zW3OaDSovsBiNEldU_Jr9QiOLUCSw5lyqH9ThggBZXOWEn1sUqk7x5mAK_JNUHO5caIgp2-MMlA6cH43tdI2V5vGtktaGA0u0MlMpICqk1kc/s220/IMG00075-20110730-2039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji6mr3hgj5BMVc0Wi8qH1KdZKMsoKimUaU97rW8uR8RbvPGMEgyFBk4sKI2gZQay-jLCD4NlCI6leX6rQ-Mw2uPkpijQKzL1DKrIGnBMqvOlFwuG9dvnUPYa4ELRmu312N_0IVvx_eDpI/s72-c/picture-52.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944147761337596748.post-6354340422076740966</id><published>2011-09-08T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T09:09:40.362-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="English Bulldog"/><title type='text'>Being a Bully is a good thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Our family has increased....by one dog. We now are playing man to man defense when it comes to dogs and humans. Poor Gus has two (humans) on one before and didn&#39;t have a shot at hell in getting away with anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We adopted an three year old English Bulldog not quite two weeks ago. He is a blessing. Such a sweet face and we feel honored to be able to give him a home that is full of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv_qN8oZ6WZYXPjkXh57TXEugPQWktGVXREllmarr5rW92IxkZ0afBC5QOgWh1F2yQcj-h67ogzW_8pvVKnyiMkxS9597z8mOYzN3RTKnAsYyTeZBvreBOunkMORC0GLioNVkwAsETz0s/s320/311138_10100702850034740_4920296_64078694_3244801_n.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650020612933078322&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;(Tank on the way to the vet-which was a good report)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;Gus is getting adjusted to having a new brother. The first evening of Tank being in the house he jumped up in the only furniture that dogs are allowed  on, a slip covered over sized chair I&#39;ve had since college. Gus looks confused as in &quot;Now where the heck am I going to fit up there?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgFA_zX8hM-97HTYCCVjLvSi-vIYnQ7qllJJ7nBh6OKswEa1zAvhAYiZC5W-pgdmhp7UmFwpaHx0rIQBr7oc0fUl8wdCKm8K2kDGnoUJInNd3OVFFEEfoKl_jxr6OV68HW6xukhI48YYQ/s320/311163_10100695036777570_4920296_63960358_795503_n.jpg&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650020524520407538&quot; /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dogs make life interesting and definitely not lack excitement!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6354340422076740966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1944147761337596748/6354340422076740966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/6354340422076740966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/6354340422076740966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/being-bully-is-good-thing.html' title='Being a Bully is a good thing'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOwHvuRIOux_zutHJEU9zW3OaDSovsBiNEldU_Jr9QiOLUCSw5lyqH9ThggBZXOWEn1sUqk7x5mAK_JNUHO5caIgp2-MMlA6cH43tdI2V5vGtktaGA0u0MlMpICqk1kc/s220/IMG00075-20110730-2039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv_qN8oZ6WZYXPjkXh57TXEugPQWktGVXREllmarr5rW92IxkZ0afBC5QOgWh1F2yQcj-h67ogzW_8pvVKnyiMkxS9597z8mOYzN3RTKnAsYyTeZBvreBOunkMORC0GLioNVkwAsETz0s/s72-c/311138_10100702850034740_4920296_64078694_3244801_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944147761337596748.post-7469876783801142201</id><published>2011-08-24T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T07:25:56.142-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Martika"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tremors"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="VA Earthquake"/><title type='text'>Shake it</title><content type='html'>So there was an Earthquake centered in VA and it was felt here in NC. It was more confusing than anything. I work in a race shop. My office is near the truck bay, so if they fire the truck up then my office kind of vibrates, but this time there was no sound. Afterwards all I wanted to do was sing one of my childhood favorite songs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width=&quot;420&quot; height=&quot;345&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/Oo2K9vkfUoE&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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&#39;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 &#39;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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width=&quot;560&quot; height=&quot;345&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/LwbFwVf8yoE&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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&#39;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 &quot;Shake it like a Polaroid picture&quot; at 1:53 PM yesterday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width=&quot;420&quot; height=&quot;345&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/PWgvGjAhvIw&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7469876783801142201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1944147761337596748/7469876783801142201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/7469876783801142201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1944147761337596748/posts/default/7469876783801142201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulldawgbelle.blogspot.com/2011/08/shake-it.html' title='Shake it'/><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='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOwHvuRIOux_zutHJEU9zW3OaDSovsBiNEldU_Jr9QiOLUCSw5lyqH9ThggBZXOWEn1sUqk7x5mAK_JNUHO5caIgp2-MMlA6cH43tdI2V5vGtktaGA0u0MlMpICqk1kc/s220/IMG00075-20110730-2039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/Oo2K9vkfUoE/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944147761337596748.post-2118526625364828202</id><published>2011-08-18T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T07:20:06.288-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bloat"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gas baby"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Metamucil"/><title type='text'>Surprise! It&#39;s a....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;That was the title of the email I sent my sister and BFF last night. I will show you the accompanying photo farther down. But first I must explain some things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the digestive system equivalent to a crabby kid that doesn&#39;t want to do something it doesn&#39;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&#39;t drink it because of how bad the bloat is. I haven&#39;t seen this problem yet. I usually sip it, and if the powder to water ratio isn&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin4wdUXTnpffSXYSF4UWNxIhGcuYh3A_JaQRkAUEiRSSG6NVkOEEXRGQIkjrf_9Wy34x7uqC2vQVejcBUfmpwAQzh_lK3ycDEljRVF1lezLa9gbOPvgyLgicYHENkEexxaP4gPP25Lm5A/s400/Presentation1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642198052463721458&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px; &quot; /&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&#39;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. 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