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Well, we've been trying to eat a little healthier. At the grocery store yesterday, Kevin looked in the cart and said, a little unsure, "There sure are a lot of vegetables in there...." I assured him there was meat in the freezer and we were not going vegetarian.

Last night I roasted some chicken and carrots and put some aside for his lunch (I'm having spinach salad and some tuna). I have this &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~4/ywHJIXHpuWU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-mom.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cHSH8_cCp7ImA9WhRUE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-4077041673427002778</id><published>2012-01-23T10:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T10:03:59.148-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T10:03:59.148-05:00</app:edited><title>Everyday FOTD (Don't expect these too often)</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/4077041673427002778/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=4077041673427002778" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/4077041673427002778?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/4077041673427002778?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~3/rKByWrCUV1k/everyday-fotd-dont-expect-these-too.html" title="Everyday FOTD (Don't expect these too often)" /><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8lYhALi3pY8/TlkOm2mh2OI/AAAAAAAAIWA/qLWX1g1pcHU/s220/Faith1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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I don't actually wear the same makeup everyday, but on most work days, its something similar to this.







Details:



Hard Candy Glamoflauge in Medium under the eyes, around the nose, a touch between the brows.*
Everyday Minerals Matte Base in Winged Butter, dusted all over*
Blush on apples and dragged every so slightly towards temple and very minimal Bronzer under the cheekbone nearest the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~4/rKByWrCUV1k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2012/01/everyday-fotd-dont-expect-these-too.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8ER30yeip7ImA9WhRUE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-2499721988211563975</id><published>2012-01-23T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T10:00:06.392-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T10:00:06.392-05:00</app:edited><title>What happens when we skype?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/2499721988211563975/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=2499721988211563975" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/2499721988211563975?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/2499721988211563975?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~3/aCupcfYNd4A/what-happens-when-we-skype.html" title="What happens when we skype?" /><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8lYhALi3pY8/TlkOm2mh2OI/AAAAAAAAIWA/qLWX1g1pcHU/s220/Faith1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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Stargirl goes a little glitter crazy with the makeup:











and FrauKuech grows some facial hair







(Okay, there MAY have been booze involved)
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Sorry I haven't blogged, it's been an odd week. Anyway, I just got some new fishies for my tank!!! I've had only a few Long-finned Zebra Danios for the longest time. Today I added some Golden Algae Eaters and Red Minor Tetras.

Please note that the pics make my tank look a tad cloudy, but it isn't at all.

Below you can see the tetras right above the rock cave, there is one golden attached to &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~4/z8RDxQplPyo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-love-fishes-cause-theyre-so-delicious.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEARnYzeCp7ImA9WhRVGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-8566891651544318147</id><published>2012-01-18T08:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T08:50:47.880-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-18T08:50:47.880-05:00</app:edited><title>A months worth of hauling</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/8566891651544318147/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=8566891651544318147" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/8566891651544318147?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/8566891651544318147?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~3/cxDHOqdnxOY/months-worth-of-hauling.html" title="A months worth of hauling" /><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8lYhALi3pY8/TlkOm2mh2OI/AAAAAAAAIWA/qLWX1g1pcHU/s220/Faith1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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I did some serious shopping over the past week and I come to you with the most amazing Collective Haul! My camera is on the fritz again, so we're just using stock photos from Google Images. :\ 



Details below the photos!!!



from Urban Decay:





Found this bad boy on Craigslist






SO FUCKING CUTE!





More pics and details after the jump!




Details:

My camera is not on the fritz, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~4/cxDHOqdnxOY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2012/01/months-worth-of-hauling.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMMQXoycSp7ImA9WhRVGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-1304683192793293382</id><published>2012-01-17T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T10:18:00.499-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-17T10:18:00.499-05:00</app:edited><title>Couch-to-5k: Week 1 Complete</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/1304683192793293382/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=1304683192793293382" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/1304683192793293382?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/1304683192793293382?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~3/Ff8WQgOCPm4/couch-to-5k-week-1-complete.html" title="Couch-to-5k: Week 1 Complete" /><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8lYhALi3pY8/TlkOm2mh2OI/AAAAAAAAIWA/qLWX1g1pcHU/s220/Faith1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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On Sunday I finished Week 1 of C25k.

Outside.

Holy fuck it was cold. My ears hurt so bad!! Arrgg. Also, I don't have quite enough safe space to run, so I had to double back. Luckily it was Sunday morning in the south. I'm pretty sure everyone and their MeeMaw was safely ensconced in the pews at Redbud Southern Baptist and had no means of observing me fling myself awkwardly down the street.

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Last week I was running a couple errands. I popped into Walgreens to buy a few things to treat my awful chapped lips. As always, I stopped in the polish section. Sally Hansen Ice Queen caught my eye almost immediately. Beautiful silver and "holographic" glitters combined with chunky blue and lavender hexagons. For a mere $1.99, it was most definitely coming home with me. 




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I don't have the greatest photo to show this off. This picture was actually taken for Reddit (because of the earrings). But my makeup looks good in this photo so I wanted to talk about it. 



I'm a little shiny and my blush is worn off. I've only been wearing lip balm today. But my eyes are exactly how I did them this morning and my concealer (Hard Candy Glamoflauge) is going strong. I primed &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~4/_kc9tf7Ooug" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2012/01/hip-crayons-i-will-always-love-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEARHw9fSp7ImA9WhRVFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-1750411077305008453</id><published>2012-01-13T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T07:27:25.265-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-13T07:27:25.265-05:00</app:edited><title>Makeup Essentials</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/1750411077305008453/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=1750411077305008453" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/1750411077305008453?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/1750411077305008453?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~3/3BnHgdbEqLw/makeup-essentials.html" title="Makeup Essentials" /><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8lYhALi3pY8/TlkOm2mh2OI/AAAAAAAAIWA/qLWX1g1pcHU/s220/Faith1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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5 Makeup Products I Can't Live Without

There are days that I don't wear a whole lot of makeup, but chances are, I'd still wear these five.



A liquid concealer
My go-to: Hard Candy Glamoflauge in Medium
I'm not a huge fan of cream concealers. I feel like the consistency causes you to tug a bit much, which is a fierce no-no around the eye. I use concealer every day under the eyes, around the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~4/3BnHgdbEqLw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2012/01/makeup-essentials.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04ARn8yeyp7ImA9WhRVE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-6984035339367750340</id><published>2012-01-12T12:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T12:39:07.193-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-12T12:39:07.193-05:00</app:edited><title>Konads and strife</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/6984035339367750340/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=6984035339367750340" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/6984035339367750340?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/6984035339367750340?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~3/ALWWcb5nppM/konads-and-strife.html" title="Konads and strife" /><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8lYhALi3pY8/TlkOm2mh2OI/AAAAAAAAIWA/qLWX1g1pcHU/s220/Faith1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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KONAD GIVEAWAY!

I know, right? How awesome. Apparently NailPolishCanada.com is doing a few giveaways through various bloggers. You can check out two of them below:


http://whimsicalglam.blogspot.com/2012/01/konad-starter-kit-giveaway.html
http://www.thethingaboutdaisies.com/2012/01/giveaway-konad-stamping-nail-art-kit.html


Konading is time consuming but super fun. See loads of images of what&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~4/ALWWcb5nppM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2012/01/konads-and-strife.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4BR3Y5eyp7ImA9WhRVE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-3691760590495501871</id><published>2012-01-12T09:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T09:35:56.823-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-12T09:35:56.823-05:00</app:edited><title>Pants Off Dance Off</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/3691760590495501871/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=3691760590495501871" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/3691760590495501871?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/3691760590495501871?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~3/wrnZdTq5Wh0/pants-off-dance-off.html" title="Pants Off Dance Off" /><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8lYhALi3pY8/TlkOm2mh2OI/AAAAAAAAIWA/qLWX1g1pcHU/s220/Faith1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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I recently discovered that Netflix has workout videos. There are 31 workouts on Netflix, pilates, yoga, abs. But I prefer dance workouts. I don't know if they are as effective, but they just seem more fun to me. Less drudgery. I've adopted one as my "WAKE THE FUCK UP" video.

Morning routine:
Get cat butt out of my face.
Roll out of bed
Feed cats* and refill water bottle**
Pants off dance off

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Yesterday my sister managed to talk me into doing a 5k with her. In TWO MONTHS. Actually, it's in 7.5 weeks. I won't be done with my damn couch-to-5k program.

But I will have just finished Week 8. And the last week is Week 9. So... I mean, there is pretty good chance that I won't die. No promises.

I've noticed a few things about runners. I mean aside from the fact that they're super fit. They &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~4/Xg6hObaxy84" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2012/01/couch-to-5k-w1d2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMFQngzcCp7ImA9WhRVEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-2966386048918400110</id><published>2012-01-11T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T09:00:13.688-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-11T09:00:13.688-05:00</app:edited><title>Wishing to kiss unicorns, maybe.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/2966386048918400110/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=2966386048918400110" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/2966386048918400110?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/2966386048918400110?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~3/Q4JLrh64Eho/wishing-to-kiss-unicorns-maybe.html" title="Wishing to kiss unicorns, maybe." /><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8lYhALi3pY8/TlkOm2mh2OI/AAAAAAAAIWA/qLWX1g1pcHU/s220/Faith1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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I realize that my experiences with weight is not as significant of many others. Like the people who have lost 100lbs or 250lbs. But it was extremely significant to me.

------

 Starting in September 2007, I experienced a 50% weight gain.

It's much more shocking to put weight into percentage points. If I say I gained 50 lbs, people will think it's a lot of weight, but they won't grasp what it &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~4/Q4JLrh64Eho" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2012/01/wishing-to-kiss-unicorns-maybe.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8EQ3gyfCp7ImA9WhRVEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-915640449042619562</id><published>2012-01-10T14:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T14:13:22.694-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-10T14:13:22.694-05:00</app:edited><title>Playing With Polish: FA at Taping</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/915640449042619562/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=915640449042619562" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/915640449042619562?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/915640449042619562?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~3/iP7qhDTLdgo/playing-with-polish-fa-at-taping.html" title="Playing With Polish: FA at Taping" /><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8lYhALi3pY8/TlkOm2mh2OI/AAAAAAAAIWA/qLWX1g1pcHU/s220/Faith1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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It's not the easiest thing in the world to find holographic nail polish at the drugstore. They don't come out that often. But every once in a while you'll find a couple gems. Recently I spotted these two at Walgreens. Wet n Wild's Blue Wants To Be A Millionaire and Hannah Pinktana. The collection also included Buffy the Violet Slayer and SaGreena The Teenage Witch. Yeesh!



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I can't run. I've never been able to run for 30 seconds without choking. Today, I took my first step to ameliorate this deficiency.

I've heard of Couch-to-5K from a co-worker who wanted to start running. "All my skinny friends are runners," she said. I'm already pretty skinny, actually, but not fit. No not at all. But I want to be! So. Running. Couch-to-5K.

Right.

I researched proper running &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~4/BJluB2gRg8o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2012/01/couch-to-5k-kick-off-week-1-day-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8CSXk8fSp7ImA9WhRVEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-8912067801976595990</id><published>2012-01-09T21:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T21:51:08.775-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-09T21:51:08.775-05:00</app:edited><title>It's never boring at my gym</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/8912067801976595990/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=8912067801976595990" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/8912067801976595990?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/8912067801976595990?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~3/cEj7wYs6TW4/its-never-boring-at-my-gym.html" title="It's never boring at my gym" /><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8lYhALi3pY8/TlkOm2mh2OI/AAAAAAAAIWA/qLWX1g1pcHU/s220/Faith1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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What do Maybelline Bouncy blushes have in common with my Zumba class today?

1) almost half the women in today's class wore blush colored tops. My top was Hot Tamale. The woman standing next to me was wearing Peach Satin. The instructor wore Pink Plum.

2) I forgot my sports bra today. Instead of saying "fuck it!" and going home, I just kept on the bra I was wearing. It had pretty good support, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~4/cEj7wYs6TW4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-never-boring-at-my-gym.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMMQHszeSp7ImA9WhRVEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-4331544158588875855</id><published>2012-01-09T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T13:08:01.581-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-09T13:08:01.581-05:00</app:edited><title>Happy medium</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/4331544158588875855/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=4331544158588875855" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/4331544158588875855?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/4331544158588875855?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~3/_24bisB7kzk/happy-medium.html" title="Happy medium" /><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8lYhALi3pY8/TlkOm2mh2OI/AAAAAAAAIWA/qLWX1g1pcHU/s220/Faith1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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Why is anorexia considered worse than obesity? If there were as many anorexics in the country as there are obese individuals, shit would hit the fan. I'm not saying that either is NOT a problem. Both are serious problems.

Both can be mental issues. Anorexia is definitely a mental issue. Many obese people are emotional eaters. They don't eat because they're hungry, they eat to forget, to feel &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~4/_24bisB7kzk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-medium.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAERn04eyp7ImA9WhRVGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-8770913757123643272</id><published>2012-01-07T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T08:25:07.333-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-17T08:25:07.333-05:00</app:edited><title>Playing with Polish</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/8770913757123643272/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=8770913757123643272" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/8770913757123643272?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/8770913757123643272?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~3/XDK-l4QrG6Q/playing-with-polish.html" title="Playing with Polish" /><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8lYhALi3pY8/TlkOm2mh2OI/AAAAAAAAIWA/qLWX1g1pcHU/s220/Faith1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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Boy, oh boy, did I ever haul some polishes over the holiday break! Sally's had a sale. Ulta had a sale. Found a few on clearance at Walmart and Target. It's nonsense. The great thing about polish is that it never ever really goes bad. If you buy some polish thinner, you shouldn't ever need to throw out any of your lacquers. 



Here's some additional info on the immortality of nail polish, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~4/XDK-l4QrG6Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2012/01/playing-with-polish.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAARXs8fCp7ImA9WhRWGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-6265365457790270399</id><published>2012-01-07T07:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T14:32:24.574-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-07T14:32:24.574-05:00</app:edited><title>Swag Bucks: The Easy Way</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/6265365457790270399/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=6265365457790270399" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/6265365457790270399?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/6265365457790270399?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~3/JqPJZWVSI8U/swag-bucks-easy-way.html" title="Swag Bucks: The Easy Way" /><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8lYhALi3pY8/TlkOm2mh2OI/AAAAAAAAIWA/qLWX1g1pcHU/s220/Faith1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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A couple years ago, I used the Swag Bucks search option every time I needed to Google something. For some unknown reason, I didn't keep it up. I'd completely forgotten about my Swag Bucks account until today, when r/beermoney, a subreddit about easy ways to make small cash, was featured on r/subredditoftheday.

Hmmm, well, let's try this out again. Couldn't hurt. I logged into my Swag Bucks &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~4/JqPJZWVSI8U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2012/01/swag-bucks-easy-way.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EHR3gyfCp7ImA9WhRWGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-1439210364165332914</id><published>2012-01-06T15:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T15:27:16.694-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-06T15:27:16.694-05:00</app:edited><title>IAma Pore Strip Expert</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/1439210364165332914/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=1439210364165332914" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/1439210364165332914?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/1439210364165332914?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~3/DWHKhNzPCE4/iama-pore-strip-expert.html" title="IAma Pore Strip Expert" /><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8lYhALi3pY8/TlkOm2mh2OI/AAAAAAAAIWA/qLWX1g1pcHU/s220/Faith1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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My sister recently showed me draft.blogger.com and today is my first day using it. It's super clean and very nice. I'm a fan. I particularly like the "Stats" page. I love looking at blog stats, but I got tired of logging into a second site to do it. Stats didn't matter much to me anyway. However, Draft tracks everything for you! :)



Looking at my MaryCommentary stats, I discovered something &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~4/DWHKhNzPCE4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2012/01/iama-pore-strip-expert.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUBR3oyeip7ImA9WhRWF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-2825574059279332709</id><published>2012-01-05T07:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T07:24:16.492-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-05T07:24:16.492-05:00</app:edited><title>Mean Witches (and wizards)</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/2825574059279332709/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=2825574059279332709" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/2825574059279332709?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/2825574059279332709?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~3/UuV6Y5HabeA/mean-witches-and-wizards.html" title="Mean Witches (and wizards)" /><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8lYhALi3pY8/TlkOm2mh2OI/AAAAAAAAIWA/qLWX1g1pcHU/s220/Faith1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~4/UuV6Y5HabeA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2012/01/mean-witches-and-wizards.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAER3o6cSp7ImA9WhRWF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-8975255198036157170</id><published>2012-01-05T06:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T06:58:26.419-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-05T06:58:26.419-05:00</app:edited><title>Maybe I ought to pretend I'm a boy.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/8975255198036157170/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=8975255198036157170" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/8975255198036157170?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/8975255198036157170?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~3/BgWO9c_jvAY/maybe-i-ought-to-pretend-im-boy.html" title="Maybe I ought to pretend I'm a boy." /><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8lYhALi3pY8/TlkOm2mh2OI/AAAAAAAAIWA/qLWX1g1pcHU/s220/Faith1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S2TF2rms3tZc_rX6Wckq_kMutAw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S2TF2rms3tZc_rX6Wckq_kMutAw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S2TF2rms3tZc_rX6Wckq_kMutAw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S2TF2rms3tZc_rX6Wckq_kMutAw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My sister swoons for chivalry. I try to be a bit more independent. I don't like the idea of anyone who isn't paid to do so waiting on me hand and foot.

On a date, she refused to get in the car because the young gentleman did not open her car door. She patiently stood by the passenger sidedoor as the young man got in the car, saw her, pushed her door open from the inside, rolled his eyes, got out&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~4/BgWO9c_jvAY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2012/01/maybe-i-ought-to-pretend-im-boy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIHQH84fCp7ImA9WhRWFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-7042764680817251420</id><published>2012-01-03T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T12:58:51.134-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-03T12:58:51.134-05:00</app:edited><title>Monthly Highlights: December 2011</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/7042764680817251420/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=7042764680817251420" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/7042764680817251420?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/7042764680817251420?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~3/nViirqFz-WA/monthly-highlights-december-2011.html" title="Monthly Highlights: December 2011" /><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8lYhALi3pY8/TlkOm2mh2OI/AAAAAAAAIWA/qLWX1g1pcHU/s220/Faith1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3ZymZN67dPJgG-bU1jLyX2HQ_vw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3ZymZN67dPJgG-bU1jLyX2HQ_vw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3ZymZN67dPJgG-bU1jLyX2HQ_vw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3ZymZN67dPJgG-bU1jLyX2HQ_vw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;First Week:
Karen and Sandra were gone from the 2nd to the 7th. It sucked. One thing I love about my office is the camaraderie. So, it sucks when you're alone. Sam got me a betta fish, though. I felt less lonely.

I finished the Skyrim main quest line and began playing Fallout New Vegas again. It was really freaking cool to see how your decisions affect everyone in the Wasteland. For the record, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~4/nViirqFz-WA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2012/01/monthly-highlights-december-2011.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQARnk6eip7ImA9WhRWFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-1580558369352933528</id><published>2012-01-03T12:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T14:02:27.712-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-03T14:02:27.712-05:00</app:edited><title>Annual Survey: 2011 Edition</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/1580558369352933528/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=1580558369352933528" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/1580558369352933528?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/1580558369352933528?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~3/Mp3T3d5V8PA/annual-survey-2011-edition.html" title="Annual Survey: 2011 Edition" /><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8lYhALi3pY8/TlkOm2mh2OI/AAAAAAAAIWA/qLWX1g1pcHU/s220/Faith1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Rhvw_a7HA1YBAoq84k5Kw7M9h3Q/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Rhvw_a7HA1YBAoq84k5Kw7M9h3Q/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Rhvw_a7HA1YBAoq84k5Kw7M9h3Q/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Rhvw_a7HA1YBAoq84k5Kw7M9h3Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well, Tiff does a New Year survey every year. It's so neat, sometimes cringe-worthy, to go back and look at where you were this time two, three, even ten years ago. I thought I'd start doing one this year. Speaking of "ten years" this summer will mark ONE DECADE of MaryCommentary!!! How crazy is that?

2011: In The Beginning
Where did you bring in the New Year? I had to go into my emails to check&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~4/Mp3T3d5V8PA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2012/01/annual-survey-2011-edition.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUBRng_fSp7ImA9WhRWFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3700404.post-1090727004242119090</id><published>2012-01-03T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T11:30:57.645-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-03T11:30:57.645-05:00</app:edited><title>Shuffle shuffle</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/feeds/1090727004242119090/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3700404&amp;postID=1090727004242119090" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/1090727004242119090?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3700404/posts/default/1090727004242119090?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~3/VhNpfmpQxW4/shuffle-shuffle.html" title="Shuffle shuffle" /><author><name>Stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06091578362913317750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8lYhALi3pY8/TlkOm2mh2OI/AAAAAAAAIWA/qLWX1g1pcHU/s220/Faith1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PEwzrcJEyLocFwMlcRMn1oAKShs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PEwzrcJEyLocFwMlcRMn1oAKShs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
As it stands, I work three days a week. Every day when I get to work, Chrome opens to Shuffle My Life. I click [play] and it suggest something new.

The week before I left for Christmas, SML told me to buy a Rubik's cube and learn to solve it. Kevin and I worked on it together. He found the algorithm and we worked on memorizing it.

I'm very good at memorizing.

I worked until the twists and &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lJhQK/~4/VhNpfmpQxW4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marycommentary.blogspot.com/2012/01/shuffle-shuffle.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

