<?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-3740078885872715593</id><updated>2024-09-04T05:26:55.519-07:00</updated><category term="Baton Rouge"/><category term="boyfriend"/><category term="travel"/><category term="weight loss"/><category term="30 Day Shred"/><category term="Tony&#39;s Seafood"/><category term="anniversary"/><category term="boudin balls"/><category term="crawfish"/><category term="fat"/><category term="first post"/><category term="relationships"/><category term="social media"/><category term="weight"/><title type='text'>Random Life Files</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlifefiles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740078885872715593/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlifefiles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740078885872715593.post-3936664044364184950</id><published>2012-04-12T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-12T13:49:11.007-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="30 Day Shred"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weight loss"/><title type='text'>30 Day Shred</title><content type='html'>Today I&#39;m gonna start the 30 Day Shred. I&#39;ve been putting it off long enough. I took&amp;nbsp;my measurements last night so today is the day. I&#39;ll let you know tomorrow if i survived :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Peace, Love and Deuces</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlifefiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3936664044364184950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlifefiles.blogspot.com/2012/04/30-day-shred.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740078885872715593/posts/default/3936664044364184950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740078885872715593/posts/default/3936664044364184950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlifefiles.blogspot.com/2012/04/30-day-shred.html' title='30 Day Shred'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740078885872715593.post-5617344910675629269</id><published>2012-04-05T13:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-09T06:58:57.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Not) Forever Young</title><content type='html'>So last weekend some guy friends from home came up to visit. I, along with 3 of my Atlanta homies (girls) who are also from home hit the mean streets of Atlanta to hang out with them that Friday night. Let&#39;s just say the night turned out to be one that goes down in the books....&lt;br /&gt;
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We got to the club around 1am. It closed at 3am. Let&#39;s just say we a whole lot happened in those 2 hours that took me DAYS to shake back. (for&amp;nbsp;the integrity of all parties involved, no details will be posted cause loose lips sink ships).&amp;nbsp;I, personally, didn&#39;t get sick or anything but I was exhausted. Luckily the babysitter let my son stay the night. I woke up pretty early around 8ish 9ish. Picked him up, got us some breakfast, came home, spread a towel on the floor for him in my room so he could eat and hopped right back in the bed. &lt;br /&gt;
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When i finally forced myself to get out of the bed i dragged myself to get dressed and out of the house but i finally did it and felt somewhat accomplished!!! So, my son and I ran meaningless errands, you know just something to do to get out of the house. Boyfriend called asking about bowling later.&lt;br /&gt;
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So my son went back to the baby sitter (both nights I went out he was already sleep by the time he made it to the baby sitter) and my boyfriend and I along with his cousin and his cousin&#39;s girlfriend went to bowl. Let me just say that I am no good at bowling. I&#39;ve never came close to scoring 300. But it&#39;s something fun to do. &lt;br /&gt;
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Sunday offered little relief. We woke up, took my son to get pancakes at the Yellow Place aka Cracker Barrel then off to Walmart for party supplies, his birthday was Tuesday. (I&#39;ll write another post about that). We both, my son and I, crashed around 6:30 and didn&#39;t wake up til 6:30 Monday morning and I was still TIRED. All because of Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;
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That&#39;s when I realized that my body just can&#39;t take that type of partying anymore. It was fun though!!! I&#39;m so happy I went out and had that experience with my homies.&lt;br /&gt;
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Peace, Love and Deuces!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlifefiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5617344910675629269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlifefiles.blogspot.com/2012/04/not-foreger-young.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740078885872715593/posts/default/5617344910675629269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740078885872715593/posts/default/5617344910675629269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlifefiles.blogspot.com/2012/04/not-foreger-young.html' title='(Not) Forever Young'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740078885872715593.post-5686293924018963000</id><published>2012-03-29T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-29T12:23:38.019-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="social media"/><title type='text'>Relationships and Social Media</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizl6q86u9jgxkUtdqWbBAaSUTNwjL6JAMMMilJHRQX2cYQWyO6lBpKa_JDyNmqJdVcLUH-dZN73AC5YJ12FJpsImcNHCFOZ3l38f6SIzBr9PdZ81M90u34S9O6s8KgxbCFdnciCPP4Otfx/s1600/twt.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; dea=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizl6q86u9jgxkUtdqWbBAaSUTNwjL6JAMMMilJHRQX2cYQWyO6lBpKa_JDyNmqJdVcLUH-dZN73AC5YJ12FJpsImcNHCFOZ3l38f6SIzBr9PdZ81M90u34S9O6s8KgxbCFdnciCPP4Otfx/s1600/twt.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocLRpPbsuXqp8suBRSd6w6l8oq3Utum30Oe1MY7ovUkLVnml2sUY2Ssq0yCmVf8Qc0Yr8ZVyMwwSUyUGALg8Ikm956hnY-NJtGid7QktLm3rHkiszzdwQUKM61lWwyqLUiaT6Q8hyaOQV/s1600/fb.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; dea=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocLRpPbsuXqp8suBRSd6w6l8oq3Utum30Oe1MY7ovUkLVnml2sUY2Ssq0yCmVf8Qc0Yr8ZVyMwwSUyUGALg8Ikm956hnY-NJtGid7QktLm3rHkiszzdwQUKM61lWwyqLUiaT6Q8hyaOQV/s1600/fb.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;There are quite a few people who would rather not discuss their relationship on social media sites. Which is perfectly fine. The less people in your relationship, the&amp;nbsp;better. I choose not to discuss my relationship, however I don&#39;t make it a secret that I&#39;m in one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I love my boyfriend, I really do! God sent him at the PERFECT time. He is exactly what I need in my life. Now, I mention him from time to time on twitter but I don&#39;t give out our day to day happenings like when we&#39;re mad at each other, etc. I even give him a nickname; I just call him &quot;C&quot;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s one thing to not discuss your relationship but it&#39;s something totally different when you act as if you&#39;re not in a relationship/deny it. I&#39;m typing this because recently I mentioned a guy friend of mines relationship once and he immediately sent me a text to delete it. People know about her on one social site, that&#39;s why I didn&#39;t think it was a big deal. Knowing who he is and how he is about his relationships, I get it. I deleted it like he asked me to. It still puzzles me though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I always thought that if a man truly loves a woman he would want the whole world to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;What are your thoughts?&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlifefiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5686293924018963000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlifefiles.blogspot.com/2012/03/relationships-and-social-media.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740078885872715593/posts/default/5686293924018963000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740078885872715593/posts/default/5686293924018963000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlifefiles.blogspot.com/2012/03/relationships-and-social-media.html' title='Relationships and Social Media'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizl6q86u9jgxkUtdqWbBAaSUTNwjL6JAMMMilJHRQX2cYQWyO6lBpKa_JDyNmqJdVcLUH-dZN73AC5YJ12FJpsImcNHCFOZ3l38f6SIzBr9PdZ81M90u34S9O6s8KgxbCFdnciCPP4Otfx/s72-c/twt.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740078885872715593.post-6329572731497930283</id><published>2012-03-19T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-19T11:42:28.659-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fat"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weight"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weight loss"/><title type='text'>Fat Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;This is monumental... I&#39;m doing 2 posts in one day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I had to this post cause I feel awful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I feel FAT today. Not P.H.A.T. (Pretty Hot and Tempting) but FAT, OBESE, MY CLOTHES ARE TOO SMALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;As mentioned in the previous post, I went home this weekend and I ate, ate and ate some more. Now, I&#39;m feeling the after math. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I need to go to the gym after work BUT I have a paper to write for school. I bought the Jillian Michaels 30 - Day Shred. I&#39;ll get to it one day. Tonight, I&#39;ll be eating healthy. I&#39;m thinking salmon and spinach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Just had to get that off my chest. &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlifefiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6329572731497930283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlifefiles.blogspot.com/2012/03/fat-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740078885872715593/posts/default/6329572731497930283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740078885872715593/posts/default/6329572731497930283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlifefiles.blogspot.com/2012/03/fat-day.html' title='Fat Day'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740078885872715593.post-5888453332184162363</id><published>2012-03-19T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-19T08:33:53.910-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Baton Rouge"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boudin balls"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boyfriend"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crawfish"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tony&#39;s Seafood"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel"/><title type='text'>Baton Rouge</title><content type='html'>Oh Dear Baton Rouge, Louisiana.... how I miss thee. &lt;br /&gt;
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I do quite a bit of traveling for my job &lt;strike&gt;and I hate it&lt;/strike&gt;. When I do have to travel my family graciously baby sit my son for me. The ONLY problem with that is that they live in Baton Rouge. Baton Rouge is a 7 hour drive from Atlanta. Sometimes I fly which is a lot better but that&#39;s money I have to spend on a flight and since my son is 2+, he has to have his own ticket *sigh*. My perfect job would be to make the salary I make now (or more) AND 0% travel. Traveling for work gets OLD, really fast. Plus, the places I travel for my job are not the greatest. &lt;br /&gt;
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If you would like to read about my weekend (which I&#39;m sure you do :) ) click the link.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, I traveled for work last week so my son was in Baton Rouge with my family. My boyfriend (I thank God for him) made the trek to Baton Rouge with me. We left right after work Friday and made it in around 2:30 am&amp;nbsp;central time. We stayed at a friend&#39;s house cause my mom&#39;s old school and&amp;nbsp;I just wouldn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;feel&amp;nbsp;comfortable&amp;nbsp;staying at my mom&#39;s&amp;nbsp;house with my boyfriend, whom I&#39;m not married to. Once I&#39;m married then that won&#39;t be an issue for me or&amp;nbsp;her.&lt;br /&gt;
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We woke up&amp;nbsp;Saturday with a full schedule.&amp;nbsp;First thing we had to do was run my car through a car wash to get rid of that nasty yellow pollen. Next was to get&amp;nbsp;my son! I was so excited to see him and he was&amp;nbsp;just as excited to see his mommy. Up next was a birthday party. One of my good friend&#39;s&amp;nbsp;had a birthday party for her son at the Louisiana Arts&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; Science Museum. I&amp;nbsp;was so happy we were in town to attend the party.&amp;nbsp;After the party we took a few pictures around the river, my boyfriend&#39;s a photographer on the side. Next,&amp;nbsp;I had to take my son to my sister&#39;s house so he&amp;nbsp;could spend time&amp;nbsp;with them. My&amp;nbsp;sister is IN LOVE with him.&amp;nbsp;My son LOVES his boy&amp;nbsp;cousin CJ. Everything is all about CJ.&lt;br /&gt;
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My boyfriend loves the food choices we have in the Red Stick. Last time we were in swamp land for my cousin&#39;s wedding in New Orleans, my sister gave him some boudin balls and he has been talking about those boudin balls ever since! So we stopped by Tony&#39;s Seafood for some boudin balls. He ordered 12 and ate 10 of them in a matter of minutes. Smh... &lt;br /&gt;
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Next stop was back to my friend&#39;s house for a crawfish boil. Let me tell you something, those bad boys were DELICIOUS. Do you hear me?!?!?! OMGoodness, I was in heave. Crawfish, corn, potatoes, sausage oh my! *sigh* this is making me miss home. After that, ran a few more errands for my mom. &lt;br /&gt;
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Sunday we woke up bright and early picked my son up, stopped by my mom&#39;s house then hit the road. Leaving home is always hard. It&#39;s where I grew up and where my family is. I miss it and I miss them. &lt;br /&gt;
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Until next time beautiful people&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, I promise to the few (if any) of you reading my blog, I&#39;ll start adding pictures.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlifefiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5888453332184162363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlifefiles.blogspot.com/2012/03/baton-rouge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740078885872715593/posts/default/5888453332184162363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740078885872715593/posts/default/5888453332184162363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlifefiles.blogspot.com/2012/03/baton-rouge.html' title='Baton Rouge'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740078885872715593.post-3119190135886252881</id><published>2012-03-16T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-16T08:03:43.424-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anniversary"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Baton Rouge"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boyfriend"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel"/><title type='text'>Anniversary/Baton Rouge</title><content type='html'>﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So this is a sad story. My boyfriend and I&#39;s anniversary was Monday, March 12. The sad part about this story is that BOTH of us forgot. Shameful. I was out with friends that night celebrating a promotion while he was at home editing some photos he had taken. (he does photography on the side). I had to travel for work Tuesday through Thursday and as I sat in my hotel room Tuesday, I had to look up a date and that&#39;s when it hit me. So i called him and we decided to celebrate it when i got back in town Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-x1KKJUThY0UvLNAmW89STumyvJXz673RmYXb-cP0qAtp3jkV4dB2zfq4J9eLEbHMx34ywihj8iwqFk0A9t0vgGmNTeHBx6mq7EDLF54GssaqIxsxzGEZQeDFiYR1HkZ6fLe-xtLk4HmA/s1600/DSC00067.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img aea=&quot;true&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-x1KKJUThY0UvLNAmW89STumyvJXz673RmYXb-cP0qAtp3jkV4dB2zfq4J9eLEbHMx34ywihj8iwqFk0A9t0vgGmNTeHBx6mq7EDLF54GssaqIxsxzGEZQeDFiYR1HkZ6fLe-xtLk4HmA/s200/DSC00067.JPG&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Our little celebration was nice and casual, just the way I wanted it. He had dinner and drinks at Barcelona, the food as great. We didn&#39;t take any pictures. Come to think of it we hardly have any pictures of us together. Hmmm we definitely need to work on that. I&#39;m not really into taking pictures and he&#39;s more of a &quot;behind the camera&quot; guy. The picture to the right was on our first day of being an official couple. We were&amp;nbsp;at Paul Deen&#39;s&amp;nbsp;restaurant in&amp;nbsp;Savannah, GA (our first trip). We&#39;ve taken many trips since then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Moving right along... We&#39;re headed to Baton Rouge today after work to pick up my little man. My mom came to get him last weekend so now it&#39;s time for him to come home! I miss him so much. My boyfriend says he comes with me cause he doesn&#39;t want me driving by myself but i know it&#39;s because he wants to get some good eating in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Well folks until next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlifefiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3119190135886252881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlifefiles.blogspot.com/2012/03/anniversarybaton-rouge.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740078885872715593/posts/default/3119190135886252881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740078885872715593/posts/default/3119190135886252881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlifefiles.blogspot.com/2012/03/anniversarybaton-rouge.html' title='Anniversary/Baton Rouge'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-x1KKJUThY0UvLNAmW89STumyvJXz673RmYXb-cP0qAtp3jkV4dB2zfq4J9eLEbHMx34ywihj8iwqFk0A9t0vgGmNTeHBx6mq7EDLF54GssaqIxsxzGEZQeDFiYR1HkZ6fLe-xtLk4HmA/s72-c/DSC00067.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740078885872715593.post-6112665803824062962</id><published>2012-03-12T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-12T13:50:41.239-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="first post"/><title type='text'>First Things First</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So today is the official first day of my blog. I&#39;m excited and nervous. I&#39;ve been wanting to start a blog for a while now but never found the time. So, I decided to make the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;First things first; let me introduce myself to blog world. My name is Courtney. I&#39;m a single mommy to the love of my life. I have a wonderful family (back in Louisiana). I have&amp;nbsp;a fabulous group of friends.&amp;nbsp;I have a B.S. in Civil and Environmental Engineering and I am in school for my M.B.A. I&#39;m also a girlfirend; my boyfriend and I bump heads &lt;strike&gt;a lot&lt;/strike&gt; but I&#39;m happy to have him in our lives. I&#39;m also trying to be more consistent with working out (it&#39;s a struggle for me) and cook more healthier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Just as the title states, the blog will be random. My goal is to post at least twice a month then work towards once a week and heck who knows, I may start posting every few days. The bottom line is I need a new hobby, another outlet, so blogging shall be it. &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomlifefiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6112665803824062962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomlifefiles.blogspot.com/2012/03/first-things-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740078885872715593/posts/default/6112665803824062962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3740078885872715593/posts/default/6112665803824062962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomlifefiles.blogspot.com/2012/03/first-things-first.html' title='First Things First'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>