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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603702</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 22 Oct 2011 03:47:16 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Life and Times of RevRee</title><description /><link>http://rev-ree.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (RevRee)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>211</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/oBwZ" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/obwz" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603702.post-2176359424295683320</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2011 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-21T22:46:22.901-05:00</atom:updated><title>When in doubt, just breath thru your mouth... or wear a gas mask!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l83L22ioc5A/TqGQ4lSMeUI/AAAAAAAAAqE/llOrAQuOLMk/s1600/Girl_in_a_Gas_Mask_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665969107964295490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l83L22ioc5A/TqGQ4lSMeUI/AAAAAAAAAqE/llOrAQuOLMk/s200/Girl_in_a_Gas_Mask_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, I'm going to talk to you about a slight Phobia that I have. It's not super crazy or weird or anything..at least I don't think it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of smells. NOW, before you go and call me a freak, first hear me out! When I say that I am afraid of smells, I mostly mean human smells. I'm afraid of the way people smell. I am going to confess that I judge people in about 1.5 seconds on whether they smell or not. It's not something I can help. I really can't help it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to give people a chance...but inevitably I end up breathing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my mouth so I don't catch even a whiff of their stench. I don't care of you're skinny, fat, ugly, attractive, smart, dumb, red, yellow black or white.... I judge you ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really tell you what gives you a pass or fail in that 1.5 seconds of judgement... it's just a feeling or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I get inside of me that tells me whether I can trust your smell or not. It's as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to be fair, I really have no idea if even the majority of people that I've decided NOT to smell even have a scent or stench at all because I just can't take that chance...I just can't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know when this first started. I'm guessing it was when I was a small child. I found that whenever I smell a strong perfume or scented candle I get an instant headache. Needless to say, as a young girl whenever I came across a strong, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unbearable,&lt;/span&gt; smell when I practiced this act, I couldn't smell a damn thing! GENIUS, I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(N&lt;em&gt;o I am NOT a "mouth breather" I just simply start breathing softly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my mouth when I think you smell...no big deal, no one knows I'm doing it so stop judging me!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, I think that's what led to the now more extreme problem of not wanting to smell people. Let me stop right here and say that the craziest part of this is that I love how my husband smells and the first day I met him, I took in a deep breath of his essence and was blown away by his goodness! &lt;em&gt;(he passed the 1.5 second judgement)&lt;/em&gt; My family doesn't smell, of course I don't smell and I also don't judge new born babies as they smell wonderful!...But, yes, I'll say it, I judge most kids too &lt;em&gt;(excluding children who are part of my family, they're cool)... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads me back to my previous statement that IF I deem you worthy of my smelling, I will in fact smell you...just remember you have exactly 1.5 seconds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in the work world for over 15 years now, I've come across quite a few smelly co-workers. This is the worst and hardest part of my so-called &lt;em&gt;"phobia". &lt;/em&gt;I've gone for hours breathing gently &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my mouth in fear of catching even a small tiny whiff of someones smelliness. I've taken a chance on a potentially smelly person before and I was seriously let down which heightened my shield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest with you, I don't think I really have a problem at all. I think I've mastered the art of eliminating smelly people from my life entirely. I can still be around them, I can still be a productive person in society and not have to smell one nasty human!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, just remember, I'm not a &lt;em&gt;"mouth breather"&lt;/em&gt; I'm a trained stealthy person who has mastered the art of breathing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my mouth when needed to avoid harmful scents creeping &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the air that could damage me for life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603702-2176359424295683320?l=rev-ree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rev-ree.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-in-doubt-just-breather-thru-your.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RevRee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l83L22ioc5A/TqGQ4lSMeUI/AAAAAAAAAqE/llOrAQuOLMk/s72-c/Girl_in_a_Gas_Mask_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603702.post-994936508175010097</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Oct 2011 14:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-12T08:17:10.994-05:00</atom:updated><title>Honeymoon in Vegas</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hello my dear blogging friends! I know it's been like a year since my last confession, er I mean post. All I can say is that life can really take a road that devours up an entire year! So many things have taken place in the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life &amp;amp; Times of RevRee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...I don't even know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, on October 16th I will be celebrating my first year Anniversary with my amazing husband &lt;em&gt;"Flip"&lt;/em&gt;! It's hard to believe that it's been nearly 4 years since the day we met and already 1 year of marriage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this post should be about where the frak I've been for the last year. But, instead I'm going to tell you all about our honeymoon! Isn't that exciting?!!....*&lt;em&gt;cough&lt;/em&gt;* Hello?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, as you can see from my post a year ago, I got married! The wedding was the most beautiful event ever...seriously is was fantastic! After our wedding, &lt;em&gt;"Flip"&lt;/em&gt; and I decided to take a short 20 hour road trip to Las Vegas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661881619581703874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkIldpx6ydo/TpMLVcd7FsI/AAAAAAAAAm4/cXSjT0cIDt0/s200/las%2Bvegas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We left for Vegas at 2am Monday morning right after returning home from a 10 hour drive from our wedding. Then we had to drop the kids off, re-pack, then we headed right back out the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we made it for about 5 hours before&lt;em&gt; "Flip"&lt;/em&gt; started seeing Sasquatches and gnomes running across the highway...so, we found a lovely Flying-J truck stop and closed our eyes for a moment...actually it was like 4 hours. Thankfully we didn't answer the knocking at our window of a &lt;em&gt;"Lot Lizard"...&lt;/em&gt;AWKWARD&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, bright and early that morning we get back on the road and saw some beautiful sights along the way... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EXUCCpSoXf8/TpNCgEj7TBI/AAAAAAAAAnI/zGkgiWtV6ns/s1600/trip1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 185px; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661942275282521106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EXUCCpSoXf8/TpNCgEj7TBI/AAAAAAAAAnI/zGkgiWtV6ns/s200/trip1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NzSlWyNmZIU/TpNCsVHhMAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/h6xnvedthHk/s1600/trip2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 175px; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661942485885202434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NzSlWyNmZIU/TpNCsVHhMAI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/h6xnvedthHk/s200/trip2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 176px; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661943700513543042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LGOz0dMQZfc/TpNDzB9e04I/AAAAAAAAAnY/GeXS1ocBUnc/s200/trip3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LGOz0dMQZfc/TpNDzB9e04I/AAAAAAAAAnY/GeXS1ocBUnc/s1600/trip3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eAkreB2wXoE/TpMK98PaEYI/AAAAAAAAAmw/JlkbcPGxW8U/s1600/las%2Bvegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Although some of you may think I stole these pictures from the Internets, I actually did take these photos! It's award winning stuff folks...the drive was long, we saw lots of mountains and lots of sand...the temperature went from 90 degrees to 40 degrees and raining once we reached Flagstaff...INSANE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to say that I drove thru the wind and rain in the freakin' mountains while &lt;em&gt;"Flip"&lt;/em&gt; took one last nap before entering the Nevada state line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once across state lines, we stopped at this little shack in the middle of nowhere..just like in the movies. I have to tell you, it was pretty AWESOME! You actually had to buy something if you wanted to use the bathroom...I have to admit, it's a genius idea because there's literally nowhere else to go! So, yeah...we had to buy something, cuz I had to go really bad!...what? I couldn't hold it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After re-adjusting ourselves and &lt;em&gt;"Flip"&lt;/em&gt; took over the driving duties...we made our way to the Hoover Dam at like midnight...it was a fantastic sight! I'd show you pictures of that too, but my camera just wasn't working and I didn't get any good shots...my bad, sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, FINALLY, we drive into the beautiful city of lights, Casinos, free XXX flyer's and $1.99 Buffets -LAS VEGAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U6K99rBH1aY/TpNO-rY67jI/AAAAAAAAAng/wU5b04q_HJA/s1600/vegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 176px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661955995240951346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U6K99rBH1aY/TpNO-rY67jI/AAAAAAAAAng/wU5b04q_HJA/s200/vegas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAAjxLWcpE0/TpNPIPbQySI/AAAAAAAAAn4/OYUymD8w2Io/s1600/vegas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 175px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661956159533271330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gAAjxLWcpE0/TpNPIPbQySI/AAAAAAAAAn4/OYUymD8w2Io/s200/vegas3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661956110531089378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4AK5QZM_2ig/TpNPFY4O0-I/AAAAAAAAAnw/wzPfCvimBE8/s200/vegas2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We find the hotel, park the car, grab all our luggage and make our way inside the hotel lobby. Once inside, we hear this loud Asian woman say to us as we pass by &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"YOU WANT TO SEE FREE SHOW?"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I tried to ignore her, but she kept saying&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"LADY, YOU WANT TO SEE FREE SHOW?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;So we stop and say, "&lt;em&gt;sure"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(At this time, I'd like to point out that I KNEW the entire time it was a total scam! I just want to state that for the record. "Flip" was onto her as well and just wanted to play along to see what the Lady's "trick" was. So, we we played her little game for a few moments...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;She continues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Asian Lady:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"YOU CAN SEE 2 SHOW FOR FREE! WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE? LION KING?... THE BLUE MAN GROUP, ....THUNDER DOWN UNDER?..WHAT YOU WANT?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Flip":&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"sure, we'll take 2 tickets to see the Blue man Group...they're free right?..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The lovely Asian woman:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"YES 100% FREE TO YOU! OK WONDERFUL, YOU JUST GIVE ME $100 DOLLARS AND I GIVE IT BACK TO YOU AFTER THE SHOW"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asian Lady:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*screaming*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"YOU MISSING OUT ON A GREAT OPPORTUNITY! I WON'T BE HERE TOMORROW!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We quickly speed walk away from the crazy Asian lady, trying to mix in with the crowd and get the frak away. We make our way to the check in line and finally it's our turn. Everything goes smoothly...we check in, get our keys to the room and head to the 15th floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make out in the hotel elevator as we move up floors. (&lt;em&gt;Hey, we're on our honeymoon, chill&lt;/em&gt;!)*&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;* the elevator stops at our destination floor. We walk and walk down beautiful hallway after beautiful hallway...they all look the same. Anyway, we find our room take a deep breath and &lt;em&gt;"Flip"&lt;/em&gt; opens the door...below is what we found in our room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aIAqRO68kiI/TpRkFb6fzbI/AAAAAAAAAoA/uku34oXbDS4/s1600/bed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662260676066790834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aIAqRO68kiI/TpRkFb6fzbI/AAAAAAAAAoA/uku34oXbDS4/s200/bed2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-syj44K1fjZc/TpRkbT9cpuI/AAAAAAAAAoM/UG3f-rYFUL0/s1600/bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662261051888805602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-syj44K1fjZc/TpRkbT9cpuI/AAAAAAAAAoM/UG3f-rYFUL0/s200/bed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That's right folks, the room was in shambles!! It's like someone else had their honeymoon in OUR ROOM!!!! Needless to say, we weren't very happy. "Flip" got on the phone and politely demanded that this be fixed ASAP! The hotel manager came up to the room and was also devastated and disgusted with the sight. He apologized over and over again and said he had a honeymoon suit all ready for us on the 20th floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is what they gave us for $25 a night! I know, it's AWESOME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RzxLxj8_wzs/TpRo1Iwn5BI/AAAAAAAAAoY/aTvFJR-Zpc0/s1600/hotel%2Bbed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 199px; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662265893605336082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RzxLxj8_wzs/TpRo1Iwn5BI/AAAAAAAAAoY/aTvFJR-Zpc0/s200/hotel%2Bbed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NR7yk5yt-JU/TpRpLmKqMCI/AAAAAAAAAok/rLFR3ZfoClE/s1600/hottub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 196px; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662266279456288802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NR7yk5yt-JU/TpRpLmKqMCI/AAAAAAAAAok/rLFR3ZfoClE/s200/hottub.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I won't go into detail, but I will say that the hot tub was pretty spectacular! If you look real closely at the picture of the hot tub... yeah, that's a window looking out onto the Vegas strip...and the window opens...that's all I'll say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing...it was an amazing time that we will never forget. We had quite a few little escapades during our vacation and it was a blast! &lt;em&gt;"Flip"&lt;/em&gt; is truly my best friend and the love of my life. I wouldn't want to take any adventure in life without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'll leave you with some random pictures of a mini-Elvis, a mini-Marilyn Monroe, a Gold Elvis, an Alien, Street Performers and Hookers for your enjoyment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Until next time, my blogging friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(NO IT WILL NOT BE A YEAR BEFORE I POST AGAIN!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cjDAnZl1Epk/TpRwKwb9hsI/AAAAAAAAApA/zjHpK7lTXHQ/s1600/elvis2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662273961614739138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cjDAnZl1Epk/TpRwKwb9hsI/AAAAAAAAApA/zjHpK7lTXHQ/s200/elvis2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmdxQGAw2cA/TpRwL6wn_4I/AAAAAAAAApg/mJ81G5teols/s1600/mini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662273981565632386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmdxQGAw2cA/TpRwL6wn_4I/AAAAAAAAApg/mJ81G5teols/s200/mini.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M4Y0ebZQDhY/TpRwK6gCeQI/AAAAAAAAAow/Bx2FlcnYssk/s1600/elvis1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662273964316195074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M4Y0ebZQDhY/TpRwK6gCeQI/AAAAAAAAAow/Bx2FlcnYssk/s200/elvis1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LWWcmjPhMkg/TpRwLqd6EZI/AAAAAAAAApQ/dVe8YMj7hxc/s1600/alian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662273977192157586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LWWcmjPhMkg/TpRwLqd6EZI/AAAAAAAAApQ/dVe8YMj7hxc/s200/alian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GHtVPO5cav4/TpRwLnjWkzI/AAAAAAAAApI/RLnF2Be3mWg/s1600/hookers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662273976409690930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GHtVPO5cav4/TpRwLnjWkzI/AAAAAAAAApI/RLnF2Be3mWg/s200/hookers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMHY3sk7MEk/TpRxDA1HvHI/AAAAAAAAAps/bkXkdN1G5jc/s1600/ironman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 208px; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662274928087907442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMHY3sk7MEk/TpRxDA1HvHI/AAAAAAAAAps/bkXkdN1G5jc/s200/ironman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603702-994936508175010097?l=rev-ree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rev-ree.blogspot.com/2011/10/honeymoon-in-vegas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RevRee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkIldpx6ydo/TpMLVcd7FsI/AAAAAAAAAm4/cXSjT0cIDt0/s72-c/las%2Bvegas.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603702.post-2896880375660604504</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Nov 2010 22:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-03T17:13:02.359-05:00</atom:updated><title>Here's to you Mrs RevRee</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/TNHeS5MCL8I/AAAAAAAAAlk/JYpNpLuiUCs/s1600/wedding+vail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535449833185357762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/TNHeS5MCL8I/AAAAAAAAAlk/JYpNpLuiUCs/s200/wedding+vail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'M MARRIED!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603702-2896880375660604504?l=rev-ree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rev-ree.blogspot.com/2010/11/heres-to-you-mrs-revree.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RevRee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/TNHeS5MCL8I/AAAAAAAAAlk/JYpNpLuiUCs/s72-c/wedding+vail.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603702.post-3823740345571238458</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jun 2010 03:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-07T14:09:04.289-05:00</atom:updated><title>I met a guy and we're getting MARRIED!!!!!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/TCrk9J1CtUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/wZ5Pew-PSmQ/s1600/kissing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488450835165918530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/TCrk9J1CtUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/wZ5Pew-PSmQ/s200/kissing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello my blogging friends....anyone still around? (((echo00oo)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have some very exciting news to report! I will soon be changing my last name and I'll become "Mrs." RevRee!!! Well ok, as someone has already pointed out I'm not really marrying myself so in reality I won't be "Mrs. RevRee" but I'll actually be "Mrs. Big Phlip"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY, maybe I should start from the beginning...lets hop into my pretend Internets time machine and go back 2.5 years to the moment I met Phlip....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, I've already written about that moment so lets fast forward to 1 year after I met him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, right about there. At this time on our relationship we had already started living in sin... &lt;em&gt;(Hopefully my parents will NEVER read this blog so I should be safe)&lt;/em&gt; We were living life, things were going pretty well...we were living in a trailer saving up for a house....wait I've already blogged about this too...ALRIGHT FINE! &lt;em&gt;(We got the house by the way and it's awesome!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about this, just last week my wonderful, amazing soul mate Phlip proposed to me! Wanna hear the story?!!! OK I'll tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was our usual Friday night date night. We had decided to have some crab legs &lt;em&gt;(man I love me some crab legs!) ...&lt;/em&gt;We started our drive to the restaurant when suddenly Phlip turned the wrong direction of our destination...he looked over at me and smiled saying &lt;em&gt;"I bet you're wondering where I'm going"&lt;/em&gt;... now I must admit, I kinda had an idea of what was about to go down, but I wasn't about to ruin this whole entire experience... So I just smiled back at him and said &lt;em&gt;"I trust you"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He kept driving around town and my mind was going a million miles a minute! Finally he said, &lt;em&gt;"I'm going to ask you to trust me some more and close your eyes"&lt;/em&gt; I gave him the corner eye look and giggled a little and said &lt;em&gt;"OK daddy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Stop laughing, I call him that sometimes...it's NOT creepy!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove around some more for what seemed like hours...but actually it was only like 10 more minutes. Finally we stop, my eyes are still closed...my heart is racing in that wonderful, "I-know-something-amazing-is-about-to-happen-and-I-want-to-scream" kinda racing way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He says to me, "&lt;em&gt;Babe, you're gonna have to trust me just a little bit more...so keep your eyes closed."&lt;/em&gt; He gets out of the car, comes around to my side and opens the door. He grabs both my hands and begins to guide me down this path...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He tells me to step up, he tells me to step down....he tells me to walk slowly, then he tells me to stop. He then takes me by the shoulders, slowly turns me around slightly, grabs both my hands again and says &lt;em&gt;"ok baby open your eyes"&lt;/em&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slowly open my eyes and it's like we're in this magical world by a fountain with angles! I look down and he's on his knee in front of me. He looks right into my eyes and says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I love you RevRee, I've loved you since the day I met you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you... RevRee Ann will you marry me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I start bawling!!! OMGosh! I was shaking and crying and I shouted &lt;em&gt;"YES!"&lt;/em&gt; He got up and kissed me and wrapped his big arms around me and we embraced, holding onto each other so tight and it seems like time stood still as we shared this beautiful moment together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had dreamed about that very moment since I was a young girl. I had always day dreamed about what it was going to feel like to be in love and to be loved. It was everything I had dreamed and ever imagined. God has truly blessed me with this amazing man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I gotta plan a wedding!! WOOOHOOO!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603702-3823740345571238458?l=rev-ree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rev-ree.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-met-guy-and-were-getting-married.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RevRee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/TCrk9J1CtUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/wZ5Pew-PSmQ/s72-c/kissing.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603702.post-5048434345949172518</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2009 03:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-30T14:22:37.551-05:00</atom:updated><title>Homeless in the heat</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/Skl9m-YOa1I/AAAAAAAAAlE/IM9NaEEDGNQ/s1600-h/06191449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352947740639652690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/Skl9m-YOa1I/AAAAAAAAAlE/IM9NaEEDGNQ/s200/06191449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello my blogging friends! I'm actually wondering if there's any of my blogging friends left?....Hello?.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well I'm just gonna pretend that you're all still around and you're really excited to read my newest blog post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you might already know, last summer I moved in with my boyfriend Phlip. We moved in to what I like to call the &lt;em&gt;"Shit Hole".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, before I go any further, I will simply say that we were able to stay in this &lt;em&gt;"Shit Hole"&lt;/em&gt; for almost a year rent free! Due to his amazing mother we were able to do this in order to save to purchase a lovely home...God Bless her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, needless to say we've been saving like mad for the last year. Back in march we were finally able to begin the process of applying for a home loan. We looked far and wide for THE perfect house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in April, we found a super cute house and we decided to submit an offer to buy it. Great news, the sellers accepted our offer and the ball started to roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closing day had been set for May 13th...everything was in place....we just had to wait for the rest of my paper work that was held up in abstract and titling. If you haven't figured out already, the closing day come and went WITHOUT us closing! The paperwork was STILL with the abstract and title company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness, it's taking everything in my power to even tell this story because it makes me tired and it also pisses me off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the meantime, Phlip's Mother &lt;em&gt;(God Bless Her)&lt;/em&gt; found someone who wanted to actually buy the &lt;em&gt;"Shit Hole" &lt;/em&gt;....greats news, but yeah we're still living in the death trap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, it's the end of May, my 31st birthday, my sister's in town visiting with her man and we're all jammed packed in the &lt;em&gt;"Shit Hole"...&lt;/em&gt;we get a phone call from Phlips momma &lt;em&gt;(God Bless Her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Big Momma W:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "Hello, Hi RevRee! Did you guys close on your house?!!!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;RevRee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ummm no, not yet we're still waiting on all the paper work... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Big Momma W:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; WHAT????? I just sold the "Shit Hole" to some crazy lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;RevRee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ummm yeah, we're still here alive and well, slowly dying in this Trailer of death....ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Big Momma W:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Well, I'll call the lady and ask her if you can stay until the end of June...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;RevRee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ok, that would be cool because we don't have anyplace to go until we close on the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Big Momma W:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Would you be willing to pay her $200 to stay until the end of the month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;RevRee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ummm sure, I guess....I don't really have a choice do I? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Big Momma W:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Not really...I'll see what I can do...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 minutes later...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Big Momma W:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; RevReeeee....RevRee sweetie, she said if you can pay her $200 you can stay until the end of the month!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;RevRee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; well, alright I suppose I can deal with that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 week later...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Big Momma W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Hey RevRee sweetie, I just talked to that crazy lady who bought the &lt;em&gt;"Shit Hole"&lt;/em&gt; she's gonna need you to be out by this weekend.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;RevRee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; WHAT??????????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Big Momma W:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, she called and said she HAS to move in and she said you MUST be out by this weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;RevRee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; NOOOOOO?????????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Big Momma W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm so so sorry that this has happened! She said you could stay until the end of the month...now she's changed her mind...I'm so sorry! I should have gotten this all in writing...I'm so sorry!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;RevRee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ......*extra, extra long pause*................alright, we'll be out by this weekend......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Needless to say, Phlip and I were a bit upset....just a bit &lt;em&gt;*cough*....&lt;/em&gt;Now, listen, we realized his mother&lt;em&gt; (God bless her)&lt;/em&gt; didn't do any of this on purpose or to be mean...she just got a little overly excited and went ahead of the PLAN and forgot about that one small detail...WE WERE STILL LIVING THERE!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANYWAY, we frantically made some phone calls and finally got a hold of some very good friends who happened to live in a pretty huge house. They were totally cool about the whole thing and allowed us to moved all our crap into the lower level of their home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Phlip and I moved all our Shit....EVERYTHING in 2 days! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, so I thought I was super smart and that I'd be ahead of the game and have the power turned off on Friday...I was thinking it would be turned off sometime on Friday night...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BOY was I wrong!... I was totally wrong...see, they turned the power off at like 12am Friday morning...this caused us to have to pack up in the dead heat of daylight without any type of cooling system.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, so come to find out, Phlip had to work all day on Friday, so is was up to me to get everything ready to load up when he got there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THAT, my blogging friends was one of the roughest days of my entire life! I'll tell you what, seriously dude, the only thing I had to help was a bottle of ice cold water, a can of grape NOS, my ipod and my good friend &lt;em&gt;"mj"&lt;/em&gt; came over a few times throughout the day&lt;em&gt;.....*cough*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To make a long story, long...we did make it out of the "&lt;em&gt;Death Trap/Shit Hole"&lt;/em&gt; safe and sound. But, due to the fact that I had the power turned off, we left that bitch high, dry and a dirty, filthy mess! HA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603702-5048434345949172518?l=rev-ree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rev-ree.blogspot.com/2009/06/homeless-in-heat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RevRee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/Skl9m-YOa1I/AAAAAAAAAlE/IM9NaEEDGNQ/s72-c/06191449.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603702.post-6671849804891809846</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Jan 2009 22:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-12T22:40:06.838-06:00</atom:updated><title>That Midnight Kiss</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/SWwalTCGvdI/AAAAAAAAAjk/--27aNvGaZU/s1600-h/kissing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290632890320076242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/SWwalTCGvdI/AAAAAAAAAjk/--27aNvGaZU/s200/kissing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm about to share something not many people know about me. It's slightly embarrassing, a little pathetic and really kinda cute all at the same time....ok well at least that's how I view it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY, how many of you would be surprised to know that New Years of 2009 was the very first time I had ever been kissed at Midnight...true story.... Ok, now stop, just stop it! No, I'm not lying! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen, listen...Yeah, I'm 30 and this should have happened many times before. But it hasn't ALRIGHT! Good lord! Let me 'splain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up. In past &lt;em&gt;"New Years Midnight&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;events&lt;/em&gt;" where a kiss should have taken place... I was either crying because some dude had broken my heart, or I was to busy dancing in the street with friends, or I was just plain drunk out of my mind to ease the pain....WOW! &lt;em&gt;(that's really sad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to my story. Phlip and I started the night off checking in to a very cozy, posh, hotel suite called&lt;em&gt; "Motel 6"&lt;/em&gt; hahahah ok, it wasn't Motel 6 I swear! It was honestly a very hot, hotel suite. &lt;em&gt;(If you'd like to see pictures I can show ya...THE HOTEL!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After checking in, we met Phlip's sister, her husband and a few other friends at a little bar that I'll call &lt;em&gt;"Orange Kush"... "Kush"&lt;/em&gt; for short &lt;em&gt;(that isn't really the name of the bar, I just wanted to use that name instead because I'm a weirdo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we arrived at the&lt;em&gt; "Kush"&lt;/em&gt; there was already a table ready for all of us with party favors, Hawaiian lays and fun hats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After having many, many, many, many drinks at the&lt;em&gt; "Kush"&lt;/em&gt; , Hawaiian lays around our necks, silly hats on our heads, we decided to make our way to yet another bar to meet even more friends. I'll call this bar &lt;em&gt;"Maui Wowie" ... "Wowie"&lt;/em&gt; for short &lt;em&gt;(that isn't really the name of the bar, I just wanted to use that name instead because I'm a weirdo! HA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;em&gt;"Wowie"&lt;/em&gt; was a happening place, I'll tell ya! This place had like 10 pool tables, a dance floor and a stage where people were actually singing Karaoke! I know, right! Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time we had a few drinks at &lt;em&gt;"Maui Wowie",&lt;/em&gt; it was time for the Kiss at Midnight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phlip and I were standing together, as we all counted down to the last second. Then I hear the shouts coming from all over the bar &lt;em&gt;"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"&lt;/em&gt; I turn and look up at Phlip and he gently grabs me, caresses my face, looks in to my eyes, he leans down and whispers in to my ear &lt;em&gt;"happy new year baby"&lt;/em&gt; and then he kissed me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'm not going to be one of THOSE people who's gonna try and actually describe the type of kiss that took place at that moment. All I'm gonna do is use a quote from the movie&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Princess Bride" &lt;/strong&gt;"Since the invention of the kiss there have been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moral to this story that probably only means anything to someone, is....well ME... Although I'm a grown woman, I'm honestly glad that I hadn't been kissed at Midnight on any other new years before that night. I will never forget it....ok I was super drunk and I've forgotten a lot about that night, I won't forget that moment...ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603702-6671849804891809846?l=rev-ree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rev-ree.blogspot.com/2009/01/that-midnight-kiss.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RevRee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/SWwalTCGvdI/AAAAAAAAAjk/--27aNvGaZU/s72-c/kissing.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603702.post-929839096545595839</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Dec 2008 00:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-28T18:42:47.726-06:00</atom:updated><title>Year End Review!</title><description>Hello my sweet and dear friends! It's been quite awhile since my last post. The life &amp;amp; times of RevRee have been super busy AND really exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I thought I'd do a little year end review of the top 5 happenings in my life! Sounds really entertaining right?....right?...&lt;em&gt;whateve&lt;/em&gt;r .....OK, let's get started, shall we?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I went on a camping trip back in May of 2008. Me, my boyfriend, my sister and her man all went camping one weekend. We also experienced the very fun activity of floating down the river while drunk out of our minds! The camping trip was amazing...we all got to bond, attempt to start camp fires, share stories and we even out ran a tornado! True story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Back in March of 2008, I Purchased tickets to see Tom Jones LIVE in concert! At this point in my life, it was the most exciting thing ever! I mean, Tom Jones, in my home town and I got to see him in all his sweaty, sexiness! &lt;em&gt;(is that even a word?) &lt;/em&gt;I don't think I need to remind you of my slight obsession with Tom Jones. For years I've wanted to see him in concert and This, WAS the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I turned 30 years old this year. This was the age that I thought I'd be married, have children and pretty much have my life all figured out. Well, SURPRISE! that wasn't the case... I don't have any babies &lt;em&gt;(yet)&lt;/em&gt; I'm still single...BUT very much in love! The best part of my 30th birthday was that I got to mark off nearly all of my &lt;a href="http://rev-ree.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;goals that I had set for myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; before leaving my 20's and entering my 30's. I will for the sake of sheer entertainment share with you ONE of the many thing that I got to check off my list....ready? ...I experienced complete pleasure and mind blowing &lt;em&gt;"things" &lt;/em&gt;with Phlip in a tent when we went on our camping trip...la la la la la! &lt;em&gt;(After that weekend, his new nick name is "Mad Man") &lt;/em&gt;The ONLY thing I haven't been able to mark off the list as of yet, is Flash my breasteses at someone while driving... Daring, I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; For the first time in my life, I brought a guy home to meet my family. Back in August of 2008 we took a road trip back to my home state to visit my entire family. For those of you who don't know, I have a BIG family. How does one set of parents, 7 siblings, 2 grandparents, 2 sister-in-laws, 3 nieces and 2 nephews sound? WOW! This might not seem like a really big deal...but it really is. Yeah I've had my share of boyfriends in the past, but I had never taken any of them around my family. Up until I met Phlip I had no desire. So I'm making this the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; happening this year! Oh yeah, by the way, everyone LOVED him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, Ladies and gentlemen I give you the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; happening of my life in 2008!.....drum roll please! !!!...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; One cold night in January of 2008 I met the man of my dreams. For the first time, in my life I feel complete. Throughout my entire adult life I felt as though something was missing....a puzzle piece to my heart so to speak. And that night I laid eyes on the most beautiful, amazing, funny, sexy, good man I had ever met. My life changed that night. My life changed in a way that I can't even really explain. I never understood something like this until it actually happened to me. I thank God each and everyday that he brought us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in closing, many, many things happened this year. A lot of things changed in my life, I've been able to experience many amazing and really wonderful, mind blowing thing, I've learned about myself, I've grown, I laughed, I cried, I giggled and I screamed! I can honestly say that I am truly Happy and I can't wait to see what 2009 has in store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; N&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Y&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603702-929839096545595839?l=rev-ree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rev-ree.blogspot.com/2008/12/year-end-review.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RevRee)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603702.post-7537689982769623128</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Oct 2008 00:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-01T22:00:38.750-05:00</atom:updated><title>Safe Word</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/SOQZYGjOFNI/AAAAAAAAAYs/UEi_q-77lFw/s1600-h/blind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252350967286731986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/SOQZYGjOFNI/AAAAAAAAAYs/UEi_q-77lFw/s200/blind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I'll be exploring the world of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"safe words"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and it's meaning&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; What's a &lt;em&gt;"safe word"&lt;/em&gt; you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've done some research and have come to the understanding that a "safe words" is a codeword to unambiguously communicate a physical or emotional state when approaching, or crossing, a physical, emotional, or moral boundary. Some "safe words" are used to stop the &lt;em&gt;"scene"&lt;/em&gt; outright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like hypothetically if someone were to accidentally find a pair of purple fur handcuffs and accidentally handcuff another person and the accidental encounter got a little out of hand... one could use a "safe word" like&lt;em&gt; "Apple Sauce"&lt;/em&gt; in order for the other person to know a line was about to be crossed and to stop and regroup. Or as stated above, end the scene and take 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Wikipedia this &lt;strong&gt;SAFE&lt;/strong&gt;word is usually agreed upon before playing a scene by participants. They are generally used under the guiding philosophy of &lt;strong&gt;safe&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;sane&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;consensual&lt;/strong&gt;. That makes me feel better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently many organized BDSM groups &lt;em&gt;(they have organized BSDM groups???, REALLY? Creepy!)&lt;/em&gt; have standard "safe words" that all members agree to use to avoid confusion at organized play events. WOW! We wouldn't want things to get out of hand or anything during the organized gang bang! Ok, I know I just asked this a second ago, but I'm actually a little disturbed that there's organized BDSM groups. I honestly don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there's many ways to use a "safe word". For example you could use colors. Like, if a 'top' (what's a top?) was to ask the 'bottom' (what's a bottom?) &lt;em&gt;"What is your color?"&lt;/em&gt; They could say "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" which I think mean, no holds barred. I could be wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also interesting to find out in my extensive research that "safe words"are not always used in sexual situations. Like, during the filming of "The Blair Witch Project", the actors used the "safe word" of &lt;em&gt;"taco"&lt;/em&gt; to indicate that they were going to break character and discuss the progression of the film. Hmmm interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'll be completely honest with you and admit that Phlip and I do have a "safe word". Have we ever used said "safe word"? That I can not go in to at this time. But I will tell you that I truly believe every couple should agree upon a "safe word".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, my only advice to you is please, please don't pick a "safe word" that is hard to pronounce like on the movie "Euro Trip" where the "safe word" was "&lt;em&gt;FLǕGGȦNKđ€ČHIŒβǾLʃÊN&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...I know right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603702-7537689982769623128?l=rev-ree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rev-ree.blogspot.com/2008/10/safe-word.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RevRee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/SOQZYGjOFNI/AAAAAAAAAYs/UEi_q-77lFw/s72-c/blind.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603702.post-4985366711503747019</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Sep 2008 23:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-09T21:42:18.753-05:00</atom:updated><title>THE HOT BOX</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hello my dear blogging friends! I know it's been quite a long time since my last post. Once again I'm sorry about that...it's just been a crazy year and I haven't had as much time as I did in the past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, The title of this blog post it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"THE HOT BOX" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Now I'm sure many of you are wondering what in the wild, wild, world of sports this means?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It actually started as a joke between me Phlip....see, in his bedroom, his bed is right up against the back and side walls... so, since It's his room and his bed, I agreed to sleep on the inside against the wall. I know I'm sweet like that...what? I am... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, little did I know, in the dead, heat of summer, it's blazing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on that side. Therefore, I, nick named it "&lt;em&gt;The Hot Box&lt;/em&gt;". Catchy name, don't ya think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After discovering the extreme heat conditions one has to endure while sleeping on this side of the bed, I said that maybe we should switch sides every other night...he laughed at me as though he ALREADY knew what it was like. But, he agreed to try it out for the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Around 3:00am, I have to get up to use the bathroom....I stumble out of bed, use the facilities and come back, thinking I'm gonna finished an amazing night of sleep with cool air all around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That wasn't the case...It's dark so I feel my way back to the bed and what do I find, but my MAN dead asleep on the cool side of the bed!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;DAMN YOU!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; AHHHHhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tap him and say &lt;em&gt;"hey mister"&lt;/em&gt; He's like, "&lt;em&gt;baby I can't do it, it's too &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;besides I gotta get up early for work wayyyy before you do"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRROWL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, he sorta had a point, I didn't have to be to work until the afternoon...what? I work in Television, we keep odd hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I crawled over him, ON purpose taking my time, as I got back in &lt;em&gt;"The Hot Box"&lt;/em&gt; and fell asleep as sweat poured over my entire body all freakin' night. But, I'll tell you what, right when he got up for work I quickly rolled over on the cool side, sleeping like a little lamb as he kissed me goodbye before he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night when I got to his place after work, he had a smile on his face, he kissed me and then declared that he had FIXED &lt;em&gt;"The Hot Box", &lt;/em&gt;situation! He then explained to me that somehow there was some kinda air &lt;em&gt;(hot air)&lt;/em&gt; leak coming up from the corner of the floor right below where I sleep....uh huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, he did fix it and I slept like a rock that night!...at least I think it was because of that...or maybe it was because of the blog post &amp;amp; picture below this one&lt;em&gt;...*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY!! The point to this entire story is that one day I got all creative and decided to make an actual &lt;em&gt;"Hot Box"!&lt;/em&gt; Crazy, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's still a work in progress, but it's an actual Box about the size of a book...I've been designing it with decoupage&lt;em&gt;!......*cough*&lt;/em&gt; what?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, you know what, I'll just show you a pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244181854603098626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/SMcTnKUqugI/AAAAAAAAAYk/3L3JEHuJkJI/s200/hotbox.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That, my friends is the real life,&lt;em&gt; "HOT BOX"! &lt;/em&gt;YES, it's real, YES I made it and YES I'm proud of it! Of course it's a work in progress...I wonder what I should put inside?...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*"BFFF = Best Fuckin Friends Forever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603702-4985366711503747019?l=rev-ree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rev-ree.blogspot.com/2008/09/hot-box.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RevRee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/SMcTnKUqugI/AAAAAAAAAYk/3L3JEHuJkJI/s72-c/hotbox.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603702.post-7709502238258909416</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2008 04:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-02T12:46:23.294-05:00</atom:updated><title>He found that spot...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/SJPiHnvnbAI/AAAAAAAAAYc/b6udvXXbeRQ/s1600-h/the+hook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229772212862938114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/SJPiHnvnbAI/AAAAAAAAAYc/b6udvXXbeRQ/s320/the+hook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603702-7709502238258909416?l=rev-ree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rev-ree.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-did-he-find-that-spot.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RevRee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/SJPiHnvnbAI/AAAAAAAAAYc/b6udvXXbeRQ/s72-c/the+hook.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603702.post-8809464722038388681</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 23:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-01T19:34:20.046-05:00</atom:updated><title>And now it's time for an UPDATE!!</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hello friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since we last spoke... so, I thought I'd take a moment and write you. You know, kinda give you an update on the events that I had previously told you about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOM JONES CONCERT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I had the most amazing time of my life and the seating was perfect! I was surrounded by 50+ aged, hot, sweaty, horny, women who wanted to throw their granny panties at Mr. Jones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stood there, waiting for him to take the stage, this music started playing...you know to try and get the crowd excited. Folks, I'm not one to get all hot, bothered and emotional about a celebrity...but I did that night. I'll admit that my heart started pounding and little tears welled up in my eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then TOM JONES took the stage and I screamed!!! OH MY GOD! did, I scream! I was like one of those little girls you see screaming and crying when they see their favorite New Kids on the Block boy band member. I didn't stop screaming, dancing and singing along the entire concert! Seriously he sang every one of my favorite songs and he was on FIRE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm sure you're all wanting to ask if I threw my sweet panties on stage...maybe I did... I will say this though... it's not a myth or an urban legend...the women LOVE him and they DO throw their panties, bras, blouses &amp;amp; pants on stage! I'm 100% serious when I say that by the end of the night there was over 100 pairs of panties under Tom's feet. I had an amazing time and for a 68 year old man...Tom Jones is damn SEXY sweaty, hairy chest and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIRTHDAY CAMPING TRIP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ladies and gentlemen...my birthday camping trip was such a blast! As I said, my sister and her boyfriend accompanied me and my boyfriend on our adventure and we had an amazing time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a little drinking going on...OK a lot of drinking, a little of this a little of that...OH and quite a bit of THAT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a little trouble with the camp fire though...but I think that was due to the amount of adult beverages that had been consumed plus we all are a little ADD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna ride bikes?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We did something called &lt;em&gt;"floating down the river"&lt;/em&gt; which I had never done before. Basically all 4 of us got into a raft up stream and floated down the river 6 miles. This took us about 2.5 hours. It really was a lot of fun! Word to the wise though, even if you're half black...when it's 100 degrees outside, please wear sun screen!...I'm just sayin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh yeah, you remember that little list of goals I had made for myself to accomplish before I turned 30?... Well, I am very proud to say that with the help of &lt;em&gt;"phlip"&lt;/em&gt; I was able to mark 2 of those goals off my list during our trip... Which ones you ask? Well, I'm not gonna go right out and blurt it to you...but I'll give you a hint... public property...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603702-8809464722038388681?l=rev-ree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rev-ree.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-now-its-time-for-update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RevRee)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603702.post-8065567880009341275</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2008 00:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-25T20:03:37.879-05:00</atom:updated><title>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/SDoLOwBc4kI/AAAAAAAAAYU/E2YIXQJhD88/s1600-h/camping1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello my blogging friends. In just 3 days I, RevRee will be turning the big &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I will no longer be in my innocent 20s anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, my 20s....what a great 10 years! I could spend time going down memory lane about all the stuff that happened to me while in my 20s, but that would take up way to much of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, today, I'm going to write about what my plans are to ring in my &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;th year on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first &lt;em&gt;"Phlip"&lt;/em&gt; and I were going to go to Las Vegas for the weekend. But then we realized we didn't have any money...So, we've come up with an ever better plan. Are you ready to hear, I mean read about what grand idea we've come up with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going CAMPING!!! yay!! I know, I know right! It MIGHT not sound like something that could even come close to being as exciting as Las Vegas....But...well, ok you're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, if you've been an avid reader of my blog for the last few years you would figure out that by going camping I am actually fulfilling many of my goals I had set for myself before I turned&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets recap shell we...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RevRee's goals she's accomplished or will accomplish before turning 30*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Have sex on public property &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Make out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Go skinny dipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Have sex in a tent while camping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Got a dining room table for my empty dining room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Flash my breastes at someone while driving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alright, actually, I've only accomplished one of these 6 things to date and I refuse to tell you which one it is... BUT, by the time I come back from out little trip, I promise....OK, I hope to have completed each and every one of these tasks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Anyway, the camping thing is an awesome idea! So, you might as well stop making fun of it right now! Besides my sister and her man are going to join me and my man on our little trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only thing I'm a little worried about is hearing my sister getting it from her man in their tent on the other side of the campfire...NOW that's a disturbing thought!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603702-8065567880009341275?l=rev-ree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rev-ree.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-to-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RevRee)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603702.post-1032730120729783775</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2008 23:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-14T21:35:50.350-05:00</atom:updated><title>Once upon a time...</title><description>Once upon a time there was this beautiful, voluptuous, sweet, smart, funny girl named RevRee. She lived in a city far, far away from her entire family and all her friends. After living in this strange city for a whole year, RevRee started to consider moving back to her home kingdom because she was so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, she had made a few new friends in the city, she also had a &lt;em&gt;"pseudo boyfriend".&lt;/em&gt; Which didn't work out but they still remain good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, RevRee really felt as though so much was missing in her life while so far away from family and friends she cared about and loved, plus a job that pretty much sucked, which all together made her very unhappy. Because of these things, she had started making plans to move back to her beloved kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one night, RevRee attended a ball &lt;em&gt;(or in modern day terms, went to a bar)&lt;/em&gt; and on that one, single, cold night, her life completely changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She met her &lt;em&gt;"knight in shining armor".&lt;/em&gt; Which he wasn't really a knight nor was he wearing armor... he was actually wearing Jeans and a Polo. &lt;em&gt;(Which by the way looked super hot)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll call him&lt;em&gt; "Flip"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two complete strangers made eye contact and immediately started talking. It was like two long lost soul mates reuniting after so many years apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They found a table away from the crowded room and continued to talk for hours. Since that night, they've never been apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, when I say we've never been apart, I don't mean in a weird, bizarre, psycho manner and I usually use the bathroom alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, since the day we met, we've grown closer, our lives seem to mesh really well, he's almost as funny as I am...hahahha ok he's funnier and everything just clicks. And when I say everything....I mean EVERYTHING!...you know what I mean, stop looking at me like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200399355918698578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/SCuHqUu0SFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/4MxSTnq25FU/s400/uss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, as a single person about to hit the big &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this year, I can honestly say I've never experienced anything like this in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I never would have believed ANYONE if they would have told me that I'd meet such a wonderful man, out of the blue when my life seemed as though it was about to fall apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hate when I hear people tell me how they found love. People always say stupid crap like &lt;em&gt;"It just happened" &lt;/em&gt;God, I can't even believe I'm about to say this...but...It just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHhhhHHhhhHHHHhhhHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, slap me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMNIT!!! I promised I'd never be that starry eyed chick who's fallen in love and won't shut the hell up about it and feels the need to tell every fucking person about HER happiness!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to give THAT girl a fat lip and then tape her mouth shut with duct tape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, here I am, I can't seem to shut up about it. I feel like I'm in a fairy tale and damnit, I wanna shout it from the top of the roof!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick, someone give me a fat lip and duct tape my freakin' mouth shut!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603702-1032730120729783775?l=rev-ree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rev-ree.blogspot.com/2008/05/once-upon-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RevRee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/SCuHqUu0SFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/4MxSTnq25FU/s72-c/uss.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603702.post-834508004050926820</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Mar 2008 01:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-09T16:41:10.011-05:00</atom:updated><title>TOM JONES or BUST!!!!!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/R9M_RZaT26I/AAAAAAAAAXk/bSlvqNn22xU/s1600-h/tom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175549964890397602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/R9M_RZaT26I/AAAAAAAAAXk/bSlvqNn22xU/s400/tom.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My sweet, sweet, dear blogging friends! Once again I'm so very sorry about my lack of blogging. My life has been pretty crazy and amazing to say the least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point I will fill each and every one of you in about what's been going on in the Life &amp;amp; Times of RevRee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, today I'm going to talk about my once in a life time opportunity to see the one, the only, &lt;strong&gt;Tom Jones&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right! I'm going to see &lt;strong&gt;Tom Jones &lt;/strong&gt;in concert in less than 4 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've been doing a lot of thinking and a LOT of prep-work emotionally, physically, mentally and spiritually to ready myself for this life changing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've put together a list of things I'll need when I make this journey and I'd like to share that list with you! Please let me know if I've missed anything...and when I say anyway...I mean, ANYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Digital camera to capture the man himself in action&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Super hot, super sexy, high heels to wear during the show&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Huge hand made sign so Tom will notice me and call me up on stage to dance with him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1 pair of leopard print panties containing my sweet aroma to be thrown at Mr. Jones.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Low cut blouse just in case Tom wants to sign my boobs and maybe, you know, take a peek...or something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; (Check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The perfect pair of tight jeans to make my ass look amazing!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Listen to every single song he's ever done and learn the lyrics so I can sing along, out loud....really loud..&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Practice in the mirror what I will say without freaking out if I meet Tom Jones&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, there you have it. I think that pretty much covers everything. Unless you have more useful tips and suggestions to prepare me for this huge, amazing, awesome adventure I'm about to begin? Please don't hesitate to let me know before March 12th 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In closing, I've also included one of my favorite videos by Mr. Jones. Please enjoy and sing it, sing it LOUD!!! WOOOOOOOOHOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SGf0sZEB6Pc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SGf0sZEB6Pc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603702-834508004050926820?l=rev-ree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rev-ree.blogspot.com/2008/03/tom-jones-or-bust.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RevRee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/R9M_RZaT26I/AAAAAAAAAXk/bSlvqNn22xU/s72-c/tom.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603702.post-6246464745052103565</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 22:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-20T20:04:14.194-06:00</atom:updated><title>Now three times if you wanna hear me get REAL NASTY</title><description>Recently I was introduced to what I'm about to share with you. Because I'm very easily amused, because my mind might have been slightly altered when I first saw this amazing piece of art and because I can't stop laughing my half black ass off every single time... I can't seem to get enough of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen I give you &lt;strong&gt;Leslie and the ly's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i8WoyPEVRFo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i8WoyPEVRFo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW WE GO OUT VERSION 2 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wick wicky wicky wack&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the club we pass a Dairy Queen&lt;br /&gt;You stop cause it you know it means so much to me&lt;br /&gt;We take the back seats out of your mini van&lt;br /&gt;Now we roll like a hummer or a full size sedan&lt;br /&gt;Now park this thing real close to the club&lt;br /&gt;And feel free to break out the golden lady rug&lt;br /&gt;And hold my hand when we approach the bouncer&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna look like a hungry camp counselor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHORUS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause this is how we go out&lt;br /&gt;In my town roll down the windows&lt;br /&gt;Let Reba crack the bass&lt;br /&gt;Wave to the hot pocket people with the smiles on they're face&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and wanting just a good time on the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;Shake it if you wanna hear more&lt;br /&gt;Stomp once to hear Britney&lt;br /&gt;Now twice for Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;Now three times if you wanna hear me get nasty (girl get nasty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is the ziga-zig ahh&lt;br /&gt;A little louder now cause I can't hear yea&lt;br /&gt;You get me hotter than a stick a hot glue&lt;br /&gt;And I'm scrapbooking everything we do&lt;br /&gt;Ring ring ring- that's my cell&lt;br /&gt;Bring the bling when I sing of course I will&lt;br /&gt;Hand it to me to get the people shocked&lt;br /&gt;Myspaced by my lovers can you hear my beat talken&lt;br /&gt;It says I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrive looking good and thankfully&lt;br /&gt;My pants do stretch which allow me to be&lt;br /&gt;Free on the dance floor but not a cheap date&lt;br /&gt;I poured the body glitter on cause I never hesitate&lt;br /&gt;Now my master plan is to shock then tease&lt;br /&gt;Break ever heart than bust my knees&lt;br /&gt;Proven and groven my brand new dance&lt;br /&gt;Might just be the greatest in the lands&lt;br /&gt;Then the crowd says ahhhhhh when I do my scissor kicks&lt;br /&gt;Then the crowd screams ohhhhh when I do my lady flips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's two o'clock and the club is closed&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's heading home&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you next weekend&lt;br /&gt;Then I get a tip about a party&lt;br /&gt;Three blocks away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHORUS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause this is how we go out&lt;br /&gt;In my town roll down the windows&lt;br /&gt;Let Reba crack the bass&lt;br /&gt;Wave to the hot pocket people with the smiles on they're face&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and wanting just a good time on the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;Shake it if you wanna hear more&lt;br /&gt;Stomp once to hear Britney&lt;br /&gt;Now twice for Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;Now three times if you wanna hear me get nasty (girl get nasty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVERYBODY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603702-6246464745052103565?l=rev-ree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rev-ree.blogspot.com/2008/02/now-three-times-if-you-wanna-hear-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RevRee)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603702.post-5657364599511488048</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2008 23:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-13T20:04:01.007-06:00</atom:updated><title /><description>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/R7Jvwj1RoQI/AAAAAAAAAXU/3ye1B0emAlI/s1600-h/v-card.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166314602590478594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/R7Jvwj1RoQI/AAAAAAAAAXU/3ye1B0emAlI/s400/v-card.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/R7JvVD1RoPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/yxxDnBqPjus/s1600-h/val_28b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With&lt;strong&gt; Black&lt;/strong&gt; Thursday (aka &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;) fast approaching...apparently, I've been told it's actually THIS Thursday...It's time once again to bring you my thoughts and wisdom about this very &lt;em&gt;"special"&lt;/em&gt; occasion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year I'm going to do something a little bit out of character. Now before I go any farther, please brace your self and please don't judge me....What? Stop looking at my like that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, instead of being all anti-Valentine's Day this year, I thought it would be refreshing if I let you all see the more romantic side of RevRee as I point out some of the more beautiful and sweet things that COULD take place on this overly advertised day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, I thought it would be sorta fun to make a list of things that are more creative and original to do with your significant other on this ohhh so saccharinly sweet day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Make him/her a very creative CD full of your favorite songs. Even if you're in to death metal and/or gansta rap full of nasty sex and obscenities, I'm sure they would truly enjoy this musical creation you've made just for them. You know, it really lets them see who you really are deep, deep, deep inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Get them a ticket to see Tom Jones with you. Even though someone MAY throw their panties at Tom. Why not experience this once in a life time occasion with each other and bask in the Tom Jones greatness together! Who knows, someone might even get a chance to sing &lt;em&gt;"Sex Bomb"&lt;/em&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Give them a non-valentine's Day card just to prove to them that you took your time in picking out the perfect card just for them and V-day had nothing to do with why you picked the card you did...even though all the Valentine’s Day cards were already gone you still took your sweet, precious time in finding the right card to express how you feel. Try and write one of your inside jokes or sayings inside only the two of you share. Oh and to top things off, spray your body splash or cologne all over it just in case they forgot how you smell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;#4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Put together a care package with a bunch of little things that remind you of that special someone. Stuff like maybe a rubber ducky, bubble bath, candy, corn pops cereal, edible panties, a Michael Bolton CD...the list can go on and on. Then write sweet little things using post-its and stick on to each item. Just don't let them find out you went to Walgreens and the Dollar store to find most of the stuff. For the record, I love Walgreens and the Dollar Tree! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;#5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Make a hand made Valentine's Day card filled with glitter, glue, vibrant colors and amazing pictures you drew yourself. You could even draw a little cartoon story about the two of you and how much fun you have with that person or how much trouble the two of get in to together. It might look like a 5 year old made it, but who cares! They should love you for who you are, damnit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you have it my blogging friends. I hope that I've helped your creative juices flow just a little bit with my very imaginative ideas and I hope that at least one of these genius Valentine’s Day methods gets someone laid this year! Lord knows I plan on it! WOOHOO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603702-5657364599511488048?l=rev-ree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rev-ree.blogspot.com/2008/02/with-black-thursday-aka-valentines-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RevRee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/R7Jvwj1RoQI/AAAAAAAAAXU/3ye1B0emAlI/s72-c/v-card.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603702.post-5580455700846904689</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2008 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-21T19:52:23.723-06:00</atom:updated><title>Wookin' pa lub in all the wrong places</title><description>So a friend of mine I'll call him &lt;em&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Phee&lt;/span&gt;-lo"&lt;/em&gt; has this chick friend who has a really nasty habit. I'll talk about that habit in just a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I'd like to explain a little bit about this young friend of his...I'll call her &lt;em&gt;"Little miss can't be wrong" &lt;/em&gt;This friend is only 22...that really should explain it all, but Its more fun to go in to some detail as to who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being only 22 years old, she requires a lot of attention. I thought I sent a lot of text message....but this chick could kick my ass if there were ever a text messaging war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you befriend her, she sticks on you like white on rice. She doesn't use q-tips after taking a shower which in my book is just plain wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Don't ask me how I know this...I just do.... Listen, I gotta find stuff to write on my blog somehow!) &lt;/em&gt;Honestly, who doesn't use Q-tips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smells like Secret deodorant mixed with body odor and she has nose hairs....yeah....gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, on to her nasty habit. For some reason, sometime in her life someone told her that it was OK to meet strange, ugly, older men online and then have sex with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the opportunity to actually see a picture of one of these strange men. I was shocked, I was appalled, I was sickened and a little scared. I had all these emotions overpower me all at the same time once I took one glance at this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think he used his prison mug shot as the photo he posted on whatever online dating/hook-up site they met on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, please brace yourself before going any further with this blog post. The picture you are about to see, might cause permanent emotional damage to you and anyone around you who might see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158102539442796274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/R5VC7kqHNvI/AAAAAAAAAW0/HcAJldb09C4/s200/guy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXHIBIT A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHAT THE FUCK???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This dude looks like a serial rapist with super bad hygiene!!! He looks like he just got out of prison and did a line of blow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What the hell is she thinking? She's 22, kinda cute (&lt;em&gt;minus the body odor and nose hair)...&lt;/em&gt;I would say smart, but after this, I'm finding it really hard to believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seriously kids these days! I just want to slap her around a little bit and try to knock some sense in to her. I know, I know...violence isn't the answer...it just seems right sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, I'm sure some of you are wanting to ask &lt;em&gt;"But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;RevRee&lt;/span&gt;, what if he was hot?"&lt;/em&gt; Well, if he was hot, I'd be clapping my hands in a standing ovation and congratulate her on such a nice piece of hot man! But, obviously that isn't the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What? Stop looking at me like that...you're thinking the same thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603702-5580455700846904689?l=rev-ree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rev-ree.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-friend-of-mine-ill-call-him-phee-lo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RevRee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/R5VC7kqHNvI/AAAAAAAAAW0/HcAJldb09C4/s72-c/guy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603702.post-97671494640018234</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jan 2008 00:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-13T04:20:42.487-06:00</atom:updated><title>New Year, New RevRee</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeah, yeah! I know, it's like 2 weeks late! Things in the life and time of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RevRee&lt;/span&gt; have been kind of unexpected to say the least. In order to save time and try not to bore any of you I'm just going to make a list of the event that's taken place in my life up to this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Two days after Christmas I became single once again... hence the small vacation from blogging. But, I'm back, I'm gonna be strong, I will survive and I look forward to what the future holds. And as always try to find the humor surrounding this entire situation... when I find it I'll let you know....HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess this is the official announcement that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;RevRee&lt;/span&gt; is once again single and in HEAT! Watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I Purchased a Tom Jones ticket for one of his concerts in March! I KNOW! This is the most exciting thing ever! I mean, Tom Jones, in my home town, in March! I'm sure many of you know of my slight obsession with Tom Jones and for years I've wanted to see him in concert. This, is the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also admitted that I'd pay top dollar if need be. Do you think $90 for a 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; row center ticket is to much? I mean, it IS Tom Jones, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I Cleaned my apartment from top to bottom. Seriously, this might not sound like a major event in life. But when you're kinda down and everything around you seems like it's falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-junking and sterilizing your entire home really works wonders! Along with some Bob Marley music in the background....and maybe little Mary Jane might even make an appearance&lt;em&gt;...*cough* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;#4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I've been working out 6 days a week since October and I'm proud to say that I've lost 15 mother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt;' pounds! I also attempted to make my skin even darker by trying the super vain activity many white people do, known as&lt;em&gt; "fake baking"...&lt;/em&gt;Oh, and my cleavage looks better than ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I don't know what my cleavage has to do with working out, but I wanted to mention it at some point during this post) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If you look to the left of my blog, you'll find a new added feature. I like to call it &lt;em&gt;"the music that makes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;RevRee&lt;/span&gt; smile"&lt;/em&gt; It's really just a music play list maker I stole from &lt;a href="http://thegancer.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Kenneth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Noisewater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, there you will find many different types of musical styles, including of course Tom Jones, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Portishead&lt;/span&gt;, The Pixies and Soul Coughing! I hope you will take a moment out of your busy lives and listen! It's sure to make you smile...I promise! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;And in closing, I'm posting my new favorite music video! It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt; and it totally speaks as to how I feel! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;WHATEVA&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xz7_3n7xyDg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xz7_3n7xyDg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you to everyone for the kind words and for checking up on me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603702-97671494640018234?l=rev-ree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rev-ree.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-new-revree.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RevRee)</author><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603702.post-3634803512101915449</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Dec 2007 20:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-30T00:42:52.865-06:00</atom:updated><title /><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/R3c94EqHNtI/AAAAAAAAAWk/KatC1_6nq1Y/s1600-h/sad2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149652732453795538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/R3c94EqHNtI/AAAAAAAAAWk/KatC1_6nq1Y/s200/sad2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in pieces. I will return when I've put myself back together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603702-3634803512101915449?l=rev-ree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rev-ree.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-in-pieces.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RevRee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/R3c94EqHNtI/AAAAAAAAAWk/KatC1_6nq1Y/s72-c/sad2.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603702.post-826706515417568253</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 16:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-20T13:39:43.598-06:00</atom:updated><title>Life is a highway...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/R2rCKUqHNqI/AAAAAAAAAWM/PVyBgsztzMQ/s1600-h/highway.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146139006824036002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/R2rCKUqHNqI/AAAAAAAAAWM/PVyBgsztzMQ/s200/highway.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the other day, I was driving home to see my parents and my sister was riding along with me in the passenger side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we're driving down the road, rocking out to a mega mix CD I had put together, all of a sudden a car begins to pass us... Just as this car is about to pass, me and my sister both turn to look to see who's in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how it is... comon, everyone does it! It's almost impossible NOT to look to see who that mysterious person in the other automobile is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we both turn simultaneously to get a quick peek. This is when it all got really strange, really fast....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I wasn't able to peek for very long, as I had to keep my eyes on the road. BUT, my sister she took a long peek....it was more like a constant stare...the dude in the car seem to have forgotten about the road because he was staring right back at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, this is when it got really weird. This staring contest in turn triggered an instant attraction between my sister and the mysteriously hot driver. Causing them to have super quick interstate sex...or as some like to call a quick mental highway fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me try to explain...This is when two people look deep into the eyes of the other person, on the highway or interstate, while driving or riding in separate vehicles, either while passing each other or following one another... sending both parties in to a sudden hypnotic trance of some sort. This is turn causes an arousal that can't be explained. Sometimes, I've heard that even a slight orgasm can take place in seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I always thought it was a myth, but honest to god, I witnessed it this past weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all so fast that I had no time to react. By the time this quick emotional, mental highway fuck was over, I couldn't even look at my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply said &lt;em&gt;"what was that?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says &lt;em&gt;"I think I just had highway sex with that guy..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest to god, a true story...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603702-826706515417568253?l=rev-ree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rev-ree.blogspot.com/2007/12/life-is-highway.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RevRee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/R2rCKUqHNqI/AAAAAAAAAWM/PVyBgsztzMQ/s72-c/highway.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603702.post-5190175784398690274</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Dec 2007 22:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-11T18:38:22.609-06:00</atom:updated><title>Ice War of 2007</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/R18MHdTOShI/AAAAAAAAAVs/jLm9KmPi6pU/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142842621744269842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/R18MHdTOShI/AAAAAAAAAVs/jLm9KmPi6pU/s200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/R18MHtTOSiI/AAAAAAAAAV0/YnENyaBfTgE/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142842626039237154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/R18MHtTOSiI/AAAAAAAAAV0/YnENyaBfTgE/s200/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142844421335566898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/R18NwNTOSjI/AAAAAAAAAV8/4aBJhGVMr5I/s200/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/R18LstTOSgI/AAAAAAAAAVk/fBFj8mQ-tLQ/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, I only have a slight moment to send you this message from the front lines. I am safe. The power is out, there's no heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a shower since Sunday night&lt;em&gt;...(which was only actually a half shower as the power went out while cleaning myself.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'm using lots of body splash and I'm wearing a hat to cover the hot mess of hair I have going on right now. I've also changed my panties every day, so I'm kinda fresh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights have been rough, as I've been sleeping alone in my bed with 100 blankets over the top of me. That's the hardest time of the day... laying there, shivering, my body slowly going numb, as all the thought of dead trees run around in my head overwhelm me and I feel powerless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I gotta go, the ice is back!!!!! AAHhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell my mother I love her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603702-5190175784398690274?l=rev-ree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rev-ree.blogspot.com/2007/12/ice-war-of-2007.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RevRee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/R18MHdTOShI/AAAAAAAAAVs/jLm9KmPi6pU/s72-c/2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603702.post-1980554640900001153</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Nov 2007 23:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-28T20:35:20.204-06:00</atom:updated><title /><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/R04DqiIgz3I/AAAAAAAAAVM/WemUQkEU5C0/s1600-h/volunteers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138048254128213874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/R04DqiIgz3I/AAAAAAAAAVM/WemUQkEU5C0/s200/volunteers.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello lovely blogging friends. I wanted to first tell you that I had an amazing time helping out at the homeless shelter last week for Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although it wasn't like anything I had expected, it was a very humbling and truly interesting experience. I wish that I could go in to great detail about how everything went, but I kind of had a few glasses of wine at a friends house before making my way over to the Mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is that bad of me? I mean, should I feel guilty for having a little something to drink prior to showing up? Should I consider myself a hypocrite for arriving to help with the street dwellers smelling of boxed wine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LISTEN! it was a stressful day, I was kinda nervous and I needed to relax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will tell you this, there were WAY to many people volunteering that night. I felt like I was in some type of "&lt;em&gt;Good Samaritan competition" &lt;/em&gt;reality show&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Those people were really kinda pushy and if you're a newbie as I was to the whole volunteering thing, they don't even acknowledge you exists. I'm not saying that weren't nice or that they didn't care...in fact I think they cared quite a bit...maybe a little too much, if you know what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY! The really inspiring and touching part was the people we were there to help and serve. They were amazing, so grateful, very kind and super hungry. I really wish we could have served them better food. The food looked kind of crappy and not very tasty. Which is alright, I just wish I had more money, I'd be making all of them some really tasty, healthy, amazing food to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day when I'm independently wealthy, I'll start my own Soup Kitchen and make really good food for everyone to enjoy! I'll call my place &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dinner's on me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603702-1980554640900001153?l=rev-ree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rev-ree.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-lovely-blogging-friends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RevRee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/R04DqiIgz3I/AAAAAAAAAVM/WemUQkEU5C0/s72-c/volunteers.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603702.post-882181179448057964</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Nov 2007 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-20T22:14:07.979-06:00</atom:updated><title>Thanksgiving Dinner, Homeless Style!</title><description>Hello my dear blogging friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an important announcement, there will be no big announcement as I first told you about a few months ago. Sadly, the entire plan fell through and I am still stuck in HELL. Needless to say, I'm working on my next plan of escape and I will keep you up to date as often as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/R0OsxyIgz2I/AAAAAAAAAVE/IAWiaqHio7A/s1600-h/sesame_street_thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135137971403542370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/R0OsxyIgz2I/AAAAAAAAAVE/IAWiaqHio7A/s200/sesame_street_thanksgiving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ANYWAY, because I'm still stuck here and I'm not able to go home and visit family for Thanksgiving, I've decided to make the best of things while I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should all be very proud of me as I'm going to go help the less fortunate people on earth (&lt;em&gt;aka)&lt;/em&gt; Homeless folk, and work at a Mission/Soup Kitchen on Thanksgiving day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's so exciting! I mean, I can't wait to write about my entire experience on my blog once I get back! Just think of all the pictures I can take with my camera phone of hungry dirty homeless people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean....&lt;em&gt;*cough* &lt;/em&gt;ummm NOT that that's why I'm volunteering my precious time to these people. Of course I want to help them, show some love and compassion towards these street dwellers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do however have a few questions that I'd like to ask the Mission/Soup Kitchen staff once I get there. So I've put together a list of very important questions that I will be presenting to the staff leader once I enter the world of homelessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Will I have to touch the homeless people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Will I be speaking to any crazy old people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Will there be hand sanitizer handy at all times or do I need to bring my own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;#4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; What if I get the HIV while serving mashed potatoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;#5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Can I wear rubber gloves when greeting our guests?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;#6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Am I allowed to take some of the food home with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Will there be names drawn for prizes throughout the night and may I participate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;#8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Is it alright if I bring some vodka and orange juice for myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Will I be getting a 15 minute break at some point during the evening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#10 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Will I be expected to stick around after to help clean up or will the honeless people be doing that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough crazy talk! In all seriousness people, I am very honored and humbled to have the opportunity to help and serve people during the Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is honestly something that I've wanted to do for a very long time and I hope that I'll be able to make some people smile and give a little hope on Thursday. I'll let you know how it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen everyone, be safe and have a great Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603702-882181179448057964?l=rev-ree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rev-ree.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-my-dear-blogging-friends-i-have.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RevRee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/R0OsxyIgz2I/AAAAAAAAAVE/IAWiaqHio7A/s72-c/sesame_street_thanksgiving.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603702.post-1014384405119550076</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Nov 2007 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-14T02:13:09.120-06:00</atom:updated><title>How the fight started...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/Rzp7aJ5auYI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Gwl25Z24JVw/s1600-h/gnome2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132550414605662594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/Rzp7aJ5auYI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Gwl25Z24JVw/s320/gnome2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I rear-ended a car this morning. I'm alright folks, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we pulled off to the side of the road and slowly the driver gets out of the car I &lt;em&gt;"accidentally"&lt;/em&gt; hit .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how it is after a car accident....you just get soooo freaking' stressed, all of a sudden tears start to well-up in your eyes and all at the same time everything seems to become a little funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, that doesn't happen to you? Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will NOT believe what I saw next! The dude gets out of his car I get out of mine and seriously people, I kid you not, he was a DWARF!!! I'm talkin' like three foot four or something like that, maybe even shorter... hmmm makes me wonder about the size of his....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, Ok, I won't go there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit, it took everything I had not to burst out laughing. I mean, a DWARF, really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the garden gnome storms over to my car, looks up at me and says, &lt;em&gt;"I AM NOT HAPPY!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I look down at him and say, &lt;em&gt;"Well, which one are you then?&lt;/em&gt;" and....I start laughing my ass off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BWHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kicked me in my ovaries and that's, that's when the fight started.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603702-1014384405119550076?l=rev-ree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rev-ree.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-fight-started.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RevRee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/Rzp7aJ5auYI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Gwl25Z24JVw/s72-c/gnome2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603702.post-2636162556229132169</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Nov 2007 02:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-08T21:02:13.981-06:00</atom:updated><title>SMILE</title><description>Recently the majority of my blog posts have had something to do with my breasts or someone else's. I wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea about me and think that all I every talk about are boobs. Alright, maybe it SEEMS that way...but, I promise you there's more to me then just my amazing breasts and my slight obsession with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*cough*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, I thought it might be fun to let you all know a little bit more about me. This time we're going to talk about things that make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple things really. As I've said many times, I'm very easily amused and it doesn't take much to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what makes RevRee smile, you ask? Well, let's get started! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/Ry55aA50YaI/AAAAAAAAAT8/PSPN8SOrnNU/s1600-h/dancing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129170513447641506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/Ry55aA50YaI/AAAAAAAAAT8/PSPN8SOrnNU/s320/dancing1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love watching people dance. Yes, I love to dance as well. But, my favorite part about dancing is watching the people around me. I love seeing the smile on people's faces, the total lack of self consciousness and completely letting go of their inhibitions and just having fun. It's really a cliches to say this, but I believe it's true that everyone dances to a different beat...their beat. That, is awesome in my book! Dance on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/Ry57Mw50YcI/AAAAAAAAAUM/BamvD1yjuPE/s1600-h/music2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129172484837630402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/Ry57Mw50YcI/AAAAAAAAAUM/BamvD1yjuPE/s320/music2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I smile when I discover a new song. You know how it is, when you're downloading random music illegally, via the internets and you come across this amazing song. Sometimes it's a new song, sometimes it's an old song. Either way, every single time this happens, a smile come across my face. Usually I'll obsess about this song for a few days, upload it to my ipod, burn a CD, put it on my myspace acct., you know, the norm. Anyway, I'll attempt to share this new amazing tune with as many people as possible, even the bum on the street. I feel as though I'm sharing a little piece of joy to the world and it makes me happy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/Ry_Hcg50YdI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Mm75iqwV-t0/s1600-h/hallmark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129537793280991698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/Ry_Hcg50YdI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Mm75iqwV-t0/s200/hallmark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I honestly, truly enjoy going to the greeting card section in most stores and browsing for that one card with the perfect, deep, insightful phrases and pictures on them. Now, some of you, if not most of you will think I've totally lost my mind and the fact that I enjoy browsing the greeting card section at Walgreens is pretty lame. Well, have you tried it??? HAVE YOU? One of my best friends made fun of me for years, up until the day I took her along to join me at Hallmark to brows for clever cards. She had a blast and now, she's a believer! You will be too once you try it...I promise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/Ry_Kpg50YfI/AAAAAAAAAUk/a4bBIfMDwBE/s1600-h/chicken1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129541315154174450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/Ry_Kpg50YfI/AAAAAAAAAUk/a4bBIfMDwBE/s200/chicken1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I absolutely love Chinese Orange Chicken! There's something about that sweet, tangy, crispy, succulent chicken! Mmmmmm, drool, drool! Whenever I go to a Chinese restaurant, because I like to always broaden my horizon I try to pick something new...but, it's truly hard for me not pick the wonderful orange chicken. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/RzE9tw50YgI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Wu8IQbwHJ4M/s1600-h/Halo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129949306982523394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/RzE9tw50YgI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Wu8IQbwHJ4M/s320/Halo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a fan of HALO. When I say fan, I really mean HUGE fan! Alright, alright, I absolutely love HALO!!! One of my best friends got me hooked on this game. At one point every night after work, we would head over to his place, play HALO and drink until the early hours of the morning. This went on for about 2 years straight. It may sound totally lame that we did this for almost 2 years...but I really believe HALO changed my life. Now, if I could simply find a way to get an XBox 360 and HALO III with out having to pay, that would be awesome! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603702-2636162556229132169?l=rev-ree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rev-ree.blogspot.com/2007/11/smile.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (RevRee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3xde_jwMwA/Ry55aA50YaI/AAAAAAAAAT8/PSPN8SOrnNU/s72-c/dancing1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

