<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:28:13.092-06:00</updated><category term='dallas cowboys'/><category term='mood'/><category term='st. patricks'/><category term='venting'/><category term='Tim Riggins'/><category term='DIY'/><category term='ryan bingham'/><category term='Metropolitan Museum'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='cord mccoy'/><category term='Honey Grove'/><category term='homesick'/><category term='valentines'/><category term='Dillon  Panthers'/><category term='auction'/><category term='easter'/><category term='Tom Brady'/><category term='western'/><category term='caffeine'/><category term='Jefferson'/><category term='tony romo'/><category term='Kiss Me in the Dark'/><category term='washington dc'/><category term='email'/><category term='cafepress'/><category term='pbr'/><category term='work'/><category term='2008'/><category term='weather'/><category term='New York'/><category term='mad'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='All that great stuff'/><category term='hate'/><category term='Adam Levine'/><category term='Schilling'/><category term='Big Papi'/><category term='junk'/><category term='Brooklyn Bridge'/><category term='rest'/><category term='diet'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Central Park'/><category term='blah blah blah'/><category term='interview'/><category term='Rumors'/><category term='church'/><category term='flickr'/><category term='sunshine'/><category term='Cody Canada'/><category term='magazines'/><category term='keeping up with the kardashians'/><category term='aggrevated'/><category term='sick'/><category term='chuck'/><category term='love'/><category term='jerks'/><category term='marilyn monroe'/><category term='moving'/><category term='Wade Bowen'/><category term='High Maintenance 90210'/><category term='nobody&apos;s girl'/><category term='Stockyards'/><category term='ebay'/><category term='chevrolet'/><category term='Toby Keith'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='cowboys'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='lazy'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='NBC Nightly News'/><category term='Las Vegas'/><category term='prom'/><category term='computer'/><category term='stressed'/><category term='town'/><category term='no justice'/><category term='piano'/><category term='comanche moon'/><category term='Professional Bull Riders'/><category term='Jerry Jeff Walker'/><category term='Oklahoma'/><category term='Washington'/><category term='the unit'/><category term='kendel carson'/><category term='Taylor Kitsch'/><category term='annoyed'/><category term='cookies'/><category term='January'/><category term='Katie Couric'/><category term='Marcus Aurelius'/><category term='Friday Night Lights'/><category term='music'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='FNL'/><category term='stupid people'/><category term='lonesome dove'/><category term='Top Design'/><category term='insomnia'/><category term='Ft. Worth'/><category term='bossy'/><category term='Alias'/><category term='gardening'/><category term='walmart'/><category term='belated'/><category term='janie blooms'/><category term='Randy Rogers Band'/><category term='boots'/><category term='flckr'/><category term='Mothers Day'/><category term='healthy'/><category term='calendar'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='Gossip'/><category term='dierks bentley'/><category term='Bridget Moynahan'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='i like big trucks'/><category term='garden'/><category term='art'/><category term='library'/><category term='Kasey Chambers'/><category term='home'/><category term='travel'/><category term='prca'/><category term='walls'/><category term='Questions'/><category term='spring'/><category term='ill'/><category term='God Bless This Town'/><category term='reckless kelly'/><category term='diets'/><category term='rivals'/><category term='concert'/><category term='Cracker'/><category term='tv shows'/><category term='rankings'/><category term='handmade cards'/><category term='friend'/><category term='Reba'/><category term='humor'/><category term='frugal'/><category term='ice cream'/><category term='cross candian ragweed'/><category term='bad'/><category term='Maroon 5'/><category term='school'/><category term='depression'/><category term='embroidery'/><category term='One Tree Hill'/><category term='theft'/><category term='Baseball'/><category term='cabin fever'/><category term='city'/><category term='Drive By Truckers'/><category term='vegetables'/><category term='greeting card'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='Euro-Trash Girl'/><category term='ballgame'/><category term='poor'/><category term='McCain'/><category term='monday'/><category term='Whiskey Girl'/><category term='usa today'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='organization'/><category term='Tvland'/><category term='log cabin'/><category term='really'/><category term='cross-stitch'/><category term='memories'/><category term='xm'/><category term='amazon'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='class'/><category term='grocery'/><category term='17'/><category term='heartbreak'/><category term='Carmen'/><category term='papers'/><category term='DC'/><category term='car'/><category term='friends'/><category term='tropical'/><category term='ldr'/><category term='office'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Xenical'/><category term='jj grey'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='CBS Evening News'/><category term='cupcakes'/><category term='graduate school'/><category term='party'/><category term='Up Against the Wall Redneck Mothers'/><category term='bored'/><category term='Gisele Bundchen'/><category term='valentines day'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='blog'/><category term='Price Tower'/><category term='trip'/><category term='Brian Williams'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='pop candy'/><category term='ncis'/><category term='wishlist'/><category term='Texas'/><category term='auctiva'/><category term='Bartlesville'/><category term='country'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='food'/><category term='hobby'/><category term='saturday'/><category term='desk'/><category term='failure'/><category term='cards'/><category term='vancouver'/><category term='Open Range'/><category term='lucchese'/><category term='container store'/><title type='text'>From Miss Boring to Miss Bling</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>905</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-8763933944952036122</id><published>2009-03-31T19:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:47:05.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever get to that point where you forget to write?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, we moved offices.  I have my very own office! It's pretty plain but it's going to be lonely.  Previously I had shared it with a coworker, who is way down the hall now.  I need to liven the place up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still enjoying my job.  This weekend will be the first time that the museum will be open.  I'm really glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two little kittens are growing.  They are girl kitties with boy names. :-)  I'm original with their names.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-8763933944952036122?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/8763933944952036122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=8763933944952036122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8763933944952036122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8763933944952036122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2009/03/ever-get-to-that-point-where-you-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-1091077032530552587</id><published>2009-02-17T19:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:45:51.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Lately life has been about work and useless tv.  This weekend was the holiday, so I had a day off.  I spent it painting my room and watching tv.  I don't think I even watched a movie, it seemed like it flew by and I was glad to go back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't have  a love life.  Is it normal for a 27 year old to be so single?  Well, that's the shape I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I painted my room! Well, one wall atleast.  It's a plum color and looks more grown up compared to the lavender that was on it.  I ordered a duvet but it doesn't come in until March, so I'll eventually have my room ready by then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-1091077032530552587?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/1091077032530552587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=1091077032530552587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/1091077032530552587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/1091077032530552587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2009/02/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-6741441755103265707</id><published>2009-01-18T11:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T11:39:22.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sunday</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm just here with the kitties.  I don't have any plans for today, well as of yet.  My friends parents house burned down and I have some clothes for her mom, so maybe I'll get out later.  I think that's the best thing about winter, you have time to relax but then it gets lonely sometimes.  Last night was the loneliness night.  I went to town that afternoon and got a pizza.  Then I watched the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.  That has to be the saddest movie ever.  Usually I never cry during movies but it made me cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-6741441755103265707?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/6741441755103265707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=6741441755103265707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/6741441755103265707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/6741441755103265707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday.html' title='A Sunday'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-1438441212974899913</id><published>2008-12-31T09:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:02:19.655-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Revision</title><content type='html'>Guess what! I actually have plans for New Years Eve! My friends are renting a cabin, which looks more like log home! I never do anything for nye as you can tell!!  I'll have to tell all of you lonely readers how the night went.  Wish me luck. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-1438441212974899913?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/1438441212974899913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=1438441212974899913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/1438441212974899913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/1438441212974899913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/12/revision.html' title='Revision'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-7597643951549268862</id><published>2008-12-28T20:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:56:34.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years</title><content type='html'>I never liked New Years.  It's kind of overrated, well in my book.  I usually go to bed early and then eat black eyed peas the next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-7597643951549268862?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/7597643951549268862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=7597643951549268862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/7597643951549268862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/7597643951549268862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years.html' title='New Years'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-3962011229704904492</id><published>2008-12-22T20:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:38:03.625-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger</title><content type='html'>I have no readers but I still post here.  That sounds like the story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new with me? Hmm... let's see.  My job is full time now! I'm really glad because it was very hard getting by on part time money, but some how some way, I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is in a few days!  I don't know why I should be excited.  I wish I was receiving something shiny from a handsome man.  I didn't say it had to be a diamond, it could be a shiny kitchen aid mixer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what happen to me! My hand mixer that my grandma had for probably 30 years died on me.  How appropo.  The poor mixer over heated when I was making sugar cookies.  It was really sad for me.  The mixer was like a part of my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I have no love life.  Why should I keep hoping that I will meet someone?  This is my 27th Christmas without a boyfriend.  That sounds like the perfect lifetime movie doesn't it?  Sometimes I want someone and then there's times that I don't.  I even confuse myself.  I think I just get lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have all of my presents bought except for a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday we're going to Dallas to see the Neiman Marcus window.  I'm not going to go to any after Christmas sales because I'm going to save my money for Dallas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-3962011229704904492?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/3962011229704904492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=3962011229704904492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/3962011229704904492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/3962011229704904492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/12/stranger.html' title='Stranger'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-1124728591670271505</id><published>2008-11-27T11:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T11:59:43.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Over</title><content type='html'>I haven't had any time to blog lately.  Things have been really busy but not hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma got sick about a month ago and earlier this month she passed away.  She had been in the hospital for three weeks.  I'm glad that she's not still in the hospital or in a nursing home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is going to have a new meaning, probably.  It will chronicle my life on my own.  Yes, I have my own responsibilities and even more since she's not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live with my uncle who come in and out but really has nothing to do around here.  Hey, I'm telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get used to it.  I know that my grandma would want me to take care of her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my little cousins came over and helped me put up the tree.  I think they decorated it even better than I could ever do it! Some how they didn't clump everything together but everything is even spread out.  I told my cousins that they did a great job and that it would have been hard to put the tree up all by myself.  The night before, the littlest one, Allie said that it must be sad to live here all by myself.  I think little kids speak the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon, my stepdad put the lights up on the house! I'm so excited.  Yes, I know it's early but our house looks so nice.  We're going to put more lights up later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-1124728591670271505?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/1124728591670271505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=1124728591670271505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/1124728591670271505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/1124728591670271505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/11/starting-over.html' title='Starting Over'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-1559681724312695746</id><published>2008-10-28T08:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:31:30.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>My grandma's been sick so no blogging for the moment. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-1559681724312695746?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/1559681724312695746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=1559681724312695746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/1559681724312695746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/1559681724312695746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/10/update_28.html' title='update'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-5745156411230762406</id><published>2008-10-28T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:31:19.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>My grandma's been sick so no blogger for the moment. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-5745156411230762406?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/5745156411230762406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=5745156411230762406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/5745156411230762406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/5745156411230762406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/10/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-9069851267469859447</id><published>2008-10-05T16:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T16:46:38.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the...</title><content type='html'>blogger that fell of the face of the blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy with work, photography and life.  How about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With work, we had a festival and an event for my department, so I'm worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With photography, I had an art show exhibition last Monday and a competition on Thursday.  At the competition I won 2nd and 3rd.  It was just mere luck that the person who won 1st, won 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with life, my aunt from California is visiting us for a week.  Tuesday she goes back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lightning got my modem. :*-(  I took my laptop to Circuit City last week to have them check it out.  They ran diagnostics and found a lot of malware and they need to ship my pc off to get the modem checked out.  Since I have no modem, no internet in my neck of the woods, yep, I *still* have dialup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-9069851267469859447?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/9069851267469859447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=9069851267469859447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/9069851267469859447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/9069851267469859447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/10/im.html' title='I&apos;m the...'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-5211041439823279238</id><published>2008-09-14T14:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:54:56.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>I never have big plans for the weekend, but lately, I've been busy! I think all of September will be busy.  At the end of the month, we have the festival at work, then there's like a couple dozen birthday's (ok, I'm exaggerating!)  It will be a busy time around here.  Yes, I know I repeat my self quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I went out.  Yes, I know I had to work on Saturday.  Saturday at my work is pretty slow, which is excellent.  I went to hear a local band that I have seen two other times.  One time it was here and the second was at the same place I went Friday.  When I got there, I thought I was going to meet one of the guys who plays in the bands' girlfriends but she wasn't there.  I wasn't so freaked, but then someone hollered at me.  It turns out to be a girl that works at the school.  I was relieved that I knew someone.  Finally Kari showed up and then soon after that, the girls I first saw left.  I hung out with Kari for the rest of the night.  I still can't believe the guys still knew me.  It's not like they're so famous that they forget who you are the next time you see them.  To tell you the truth, I kind of have a thing for the guitar player.  Who wouldn't? Right?  He's just so cute.  Now I'm embarrassing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw one of my old guy friends.  He's newly single and moved back home.  Don't be getting any ideas, he's almost like my brother.  It's weird how you miss someone and so relieved that they're back.  I try not to mention him to my family so often so they won't get the idea that I like him.  You know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue what I'm going to do for the rest of my remaining days off.  I'll probably work on reorganizing my craft area of my room (it's a mess), embroidery, pics and then work on my quilt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-5211041439823279238?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/5211041439823279238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=5211041439823279238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/5211041439823279238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/5211041439823279238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-7264872445780712256</id><published>2008-09-01T21:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:35:24.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today we had a family dinner and then went to my work.  I didn't have to work, but my some of my family have never been to my work.  We had a great day.  We finished up the day by making the girls lei's from Rose of Sharon flowers.  They liked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's weird, I came in DC 3 years ago last Thursday.  It's bizarre, I tell you.  It seems like I was just there! It's weird how times flies by.  I miss that place, but also am glad that I'm here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-7264872445780712256?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/7264872445780712256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=7264872445780712256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/7264872445780712256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/7264872445780712256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/09/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-843334959394607620</id><published>2008-08-27T08:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T08:49:44.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(un) News</title><content type='html'>I need to go shopping.  I have tons of shirts that I don't wear, I think I'll just wash them and take them to the salvation army.  Someone else will get good use with them.  I also would like some shoes.  What girl doesn't like shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is great.  I still like my job and the home-living-situation is still good.  I'm car-less at the moment.  Once again, my car has been in the shop.  I only had it for a day before I had to take it back to the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy with my crafts on my days off.  I also got a new cellphone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-843334959394607620?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/843334959394607620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=843334959394607620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/843334959394607620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/843334959394607620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/08/un-news.html' title='(un) News'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-8860025389922723547</id><published>2008-08-19T09:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T09:40:17.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here at the library. My car is still in the shop! I'm supposed to get it soon. It's been there for almost two weeks. I have a meeting at 11:00 am, so I rode to work with my mom. Fun times. So after I dropped her off, I went to a diner downtown and had a big country breakfast, minus the eggs. It was so good. I've been wanting a big breakfast ever since Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody keeps asking if I like my job. It's been about a month and a half since I started there and I really enjoy it. I also really like the people I work with, they aren't, let's say like the people I used to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy with my new bookcase! It has all of my craft stuff plus some of my knick knacks (sp). I'll have to post a picture of it soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about what I need, shopping wise.  I want a &lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.do?product_id=5633691"&gt;new tv&lt;/a&gt;, probably a flat screen that doesn't have to be huge and a &lt;a href="http://www.coach.com/content/product.aspx?product_no=11291&amp;amp;category_id=1191"&gt;new purse&lt;/a&gt;.  What I probably need to do is pay my bills first.  Where's Suze Orzman when you need her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-8860025389922723547?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/8860025389922723547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=8860025389922723547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8860025389922723547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8860025389922723547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-rainy-day.html' title='Another Rainy Day'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-8659183009120185283</id><published>2008-08-13T15:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T15:36:00.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement</title><content type='html'>My parents got a new tv! It's like a 45 inch hdtv.  It's amazing.  At first my eyes had to get used to it, for some reason I have to sit in front of it instead of on the side.  Yeah, I know I'm weird.  We watched the baseball and olympics last night and it was cool to watch it on such a big television!  I want to get one for myself.  Would anyone be willing to buy me one? :-D j/k&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-8659183009120185283?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/8659183009120185283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=8659183009120185283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8659183009120185283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8659183009120185283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/08/excitement.html' title='Excitement'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-3554053593299756316</id><published>2008-08-12T13:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:32:54.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Lately it's been raining.  I think it's probably in the lower 70's right now.  It's the perfect weather for August.  I think it's supposed to last for a couple of days.  There's been plenty of August's that's been in the 100+'s.  That's just too uncomfortable for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought some craft boxes yesterday at walmart.  I had been looking for some online and went ahead and bought those that I saw even though they are white.  I painted them black.  I hope that they will actually work and I wasn't wasting my time.  I'm hoping to buy some black magazine files for my room.  Atleast I'm looking to get my room organized.  I've found a book shelf, now I just need to figure out what I'm going to do with my ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garden is still looking good and that's why I'm thankful for all the rain that we've had.  Atleast I haven't had to water the garden in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought an Amy Butler pattern for a bag and some of her material.  Let's hope that it will turn out.  I wish I had my own sewing machine.  My mom has one, but I need my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-3554053593299756316?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/3554053593299756316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=3554053593299756316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/3554053593299756316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/3554053593299756316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/08/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-6135003211673480381</id><published>2008-08-09T22:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T22:24:08.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing</title><content type='html'>I went to my friends wedding this evening.  This had to be the shortest wedding, but it was a great wedding.  I love small weddings.  I don't think I've ever been to a large or even gigantic wedding like those on platinum weddings.  I told my friend Kami that I plan on eloping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new blog.  It's called, &lt;a href="http://www.crafty-christine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Crafty Christine&lt;/a&gt;.  How  appropriate, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired.  I worked today and just got ready afterwards.  It was a good thing that the wedding was later and not at 5 or 6 pm.  I have no idea really what I plan on doing for the rest of the week.  My cousins are now in school, so I can't exactly go over to their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard from the New Yorker lately.  It's been so strange.  I know he's busy, but atleast he could give me an explanation.  I hope he knows that I can definitely see when he's invisible and when he logs off.  Well, it kind of puts new york people in a league of their own, I do say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on my cafepress shop.  I think the address is http://cafepress.com/brown777&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-6135003211673480381?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/6135003211673480381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=6135003211673480381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/6135003211673480381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/6135003211673480381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/08/finishing.html' title='Finishing'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-1546291167169672580</id><published>2008-08-05T09:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:53:57.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's See</title><content type='html'>Why am I a sucker for everything from JCPenney home?  Plus they're having another sale!  I need to pay down that bill before I buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always want to go shopping when I'm near my period being bloated and uncomfortable?  That makes no sense at all.  When I'm feeling fine, I have no effort to buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a wedding to go to on Saturday!  I only wish I had that day off, so I could get my hair fixed and look like a million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the crafty mood.  Right now I'm just organizing everything that I have and seing what I have.  I did make a set of embroderied pillow cases as a wedding present for my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-1546291167169672580?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/1546291167169672580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=1546291167169672580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/1546291167169672580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/1546291167169672580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/08/lets-see.html' title='Let&apos;s See'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-3658122037738132634</id><published>2008-07-30T21:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:55:09.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine hundred and one</title><content type='html'>Today I went to Oklahoma City.  My goal was to organize my closet.  Thank goodness, I definitely need some organization.   When I got home tonight, I cleaned off my bed, it's been full of stuff since Monday.  It will be nice to sleep in my own bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our teeny insy bity town has a snowcone stand! It's a yummy place.  I've waited for 20+ years to get snow cones in my very own hometown.  I hope it stays in business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is tomorrow.  It's pretty good and I hope we have some visitors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-3658122037738132634?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/3658122037738132634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=3658122037738132634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/3658122037738132634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/3658122037738132634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/07/nine-hundred-and-one.html' title='Nine hundred and one'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-1185506014613837530</id><published>2008-07-24T17:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T17:46:58.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting Around</title><content type='html'>I'm installing something and I have 10 minutes left.  How else could I 'use' the time?  Why not write something down then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is post number 900! I can't believe it.  Big deal, huh?  I doubt any fire works will be going off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got back from a short vacation to Denver.  It was a great time for such a short amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going great.  Today we actually had visitors! Some days we don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-1185506014613837530?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/1185506014613837530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=1185506014613837530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/1185506014613837530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/1185506014613837530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/07/waiting-around.html' title='Waiting Around'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-7105150663125441301</id><published>2008-07-14T08:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T08:46:57.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings and all of that</title><content type='html'>I think I've posted the other day.  That's how (un)slow I've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins came down for the weekend and it was full of talk about they don't like the airport or airplanes (they are five) and their obsession with snow cones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took them to the lake yesterday.  None of them had ever been.  We didn't do much, just watch the boats and took them over the bridge that goes over the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I just plan on relaxing.  Today I'm having lunch with my friend at 11 at the store.  Oh, just a glamorous place I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I'm going to Denver! I'm so excited about it.  I've never been.  I think on Monday night we're going to a baseball game. Then the next day we're going to Cheyenne, Wyoming which isn't that far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-7105150663125441301?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/7105150663125441301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=7105150663125441301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/7105150663125441301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/7105150663125441301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/07/happenings-and-all-of-that.html' title='Happenings and all of that'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-6856821197099485163</id><published>2008-07-11T17:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T17:48:36.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here I am at the library trying to upload pictures.  Fun stuff, I tell you.  I miss having higher than dialup internet.  I guess I should just be lucky to have the internet in the middle of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great July 4th weekend.  I went to a small hometown parade that morning and watched baseball that afternoon.  What could get better, I tell you?  The next day I went to my cousins house and just enjoyed the weekend.  Sunday we went to Pop's then to Oklahoma City to Bricktown.  It was a very exciting day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been at my new job for probably three weeks and I really enjoy it.  I bet some people wouldn't like taking care of a 100 plus year old home, but I really enjoy it.  It's not like I'm cooped up inside under a fluorescent light all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Colorado in a few weeks and I'm really excited about that.  One day we're going to explore the area and then the next, we're going to manage to find our way up to Cheyenne.  The rodeo is occurring at that same time, so we plan on going there also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-6856821197099485163?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/6856821197099485163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=6856821197099485163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/6856821197099485163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/6856821197099485163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-here-i-am-at-library-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-9140657285659489</id><published>2008-07-03T22:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:47:27.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>I'm happy.  Jeff Hobbs makes me happy.  Yes, I'm crazy.  Last Saturday I met my friends who are friends with the guys from Jeff Hobbs and the Jacks.  They were great! I really look forward to seeing them again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won the Best of Show award at our employee art show.  I still can't believe it.  I had won honorable mention on the picture that won.  The award was voted on by fellow employees!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-9140657285659489?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/9140657285659489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=9140657285659489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/9140657285659489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/9140657285659489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/07/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-4517015461759632277</id><published>2008-06-22T10:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T10:30:22.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Events</title><content type='html'>This week was the longest week possible.  I had orientation and then I started my new job on Friday.  Since I had orientation, I got Friday off! It was really nice but all we did on that day was wait for the mail to come which didn't until after 4:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was so tired and bored, that I needed to get out of the house.  I would've taken pictures, but I've taken pictures of everything in this lower part of the county.  I went to town and dropped off my books then went to the bookstore.  I finally found a book, it was for my grandma and then I found a digital scrapbook magazine.  The cash register decided to crash, so I left.  I told my grandma that I was sorry for not getting her the book and she said that it's the thought that counts.  I guess I'll have to wait for another day to get those items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss having dsl or cable.  I wish there were some free wifi places in town.  Both the university and public library have wifi but they're not open on Sundays. BTW, it's open in the evening from 4-8 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the people that I'm working with at my new job.  They seem really honest and that's what I like in a person.  I've worked several places where that wasn't always right.  You can ask them anything and they'll give you an answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-4517015461759632277?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/4517015461759632277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=4517015461759632277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/4517015461759632277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/4517015461759632277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/06/events.html' title='Events'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-1287940590971662196</id><published>2008-06-17T23:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:26:19.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn</title><content type='html'>I'm up and it's late.  I should be in bed, but I'm awake! Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my 2nd day of orientation.  It's getting boring.  Tomorrow is the last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend from high school, James and my cousin Steven is in orientation, so it's not so bad.  It could be worse if I didn't know a single person.  I'm going to miss those guys when we all have to start our jobs on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm starting my new job, the company is having an employee art show.  I'm going to enter some a collage and photographs.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-2888224559364154374?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/2888224559364154374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=2888224559364154374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2888224559364154374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2888224559364154374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/06/likes.html' title='Likes'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-7337216869242538796</id><published>2008-06-14T07:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T07:07:48.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence</title><content type='html'>My few and random readers are probably wondering where I am.  I just haven't had time to put fingers to keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I had lunch with a friend and afterwards went to take photographs of wildflowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday my mom and I went to Fort Worth on the train.  I had so much fun.  We spent about 4 hours down there until we had to come back.  I definitely didn't want to come back.  I want to go back very soon.  We were all worried that we couldn't get a bus there, but we found one that went a block off from the Stockyards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my cousins birthday, so we'll be going to that and I have no clue what the rest of the day holds. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-7337216869242538796?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/7337216869242538796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=7337216869242538796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/7337216869242538796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/7337216869242538796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/06/absence.html' title='Absence'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-1407610067992304781</id><published>2008-06-05T12:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T12:18:59.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Day</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my last day of work! I can't believe it.  I really liked working there but I'm ready to go home and start my new job and seeing my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Thursday, my mom and I are going to ride the Heartland Flyer and go to Ft. Worth!  It will be fun.  I know I'll take a lot of pictures on the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got a call from my credit card company and they need me to pay my card off by the 15th.  I panicked at first but now I know I can get the money some how or some way.  I've learned not to get too stressed where it drives you crazy.  I did that too often before and that certainly wasn't fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-1407610067992304781?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/1407610067992304781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=1407610067992304781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/1407610067992304781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/1407610067992304781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-more-day.html' title='One More Day'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-8274177494351734408</id><published>2008-06-03T09:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T09:44:21.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>Last night in bed, I was thinking about how partly sad I am about leaving here.  I loved it here.  I love the independence and fun.  I wouldn't trade this experience for anything.  I learned a lot and the responsibilities were necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I missed home, family and just life in the country.  Mainly, I missed the afternoons of walking from my grandma's house to my mom's house and back again.  I hardly ever saw my little cousins although from here, it's about the same distance to their house.  Hopefully when I move home, my family will realize that I'm grown and don't need to be sheltered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-8274177494351734408?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/8274177494351734408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=8274177494351734408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8274177494351734408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8274177494351734408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/06/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-787888729475899994</id><published>2008-05-29T18:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T18:32:08.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh No</title><content type='html'>I haven't written much, mostly because I have two other blogs and I've been getting all my stuff together to leave this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had the day off, so I didn't do anything.  I worked on making a photo book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got sick earlier and then I had a headache.  Wonderful.  So I took two tylenols and headed to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to go shopping.  Online shopping is great, but sometimes you just want to look and feel of the clothes.  I wound up with a white lacey tank top and a pair of brown pants.  The pants were on sale!  I have some other pants, but I don't know if they exactly fit since I lost so much weight.  Also,  I don't know what kind of clothes I'll need to wear.  I know the tennis' and jeans will be gone. :(  That's the best part about my current job, we got to wear tee's, jeans and tennis shoes!  Atleast this job isn't in an office where you have to dress up every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-787888729475899994?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/787888729475899994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=787888729475899994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/787888729475899994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/787888729475899994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-no.html' title='Oh No'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-3251872554323518463</id><published>2008-05-24T00:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T00:15:19.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholy and Blah</title><content type='html'>I think I have pms.  I just feel blah.  Also, my shoulder, collarbone, etc. have been cracking at every movement and that is irritating.  It's usually around this time of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some funds for iTunes!  Oh what I would buy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a photography blog.  It's &lt;a href="http://brownphotography.blogspot.com"&gt;http://brownphotography.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Enjoy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-3251872554323518463?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/3251872554323518463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=3251872554323518463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/3251872554323518463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/3251872554323518463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/05/melancholy-and-blah.html' title='Melancholy and Blah'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-2844641875037524855</id><published>2008-05-21T14:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T23:18:28.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Figured Out</title><content type='html'>I've figured out that it's much easier to twitter then to blog.  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been taking pictures with my new camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26850169@N08/2511892217/" title="Sisters by brown.photo, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2176/2511892217_f5fa99fd09.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="Sisters" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26850169@N08/2511875815/" title="Kami Thinking About Aaron by brown.photo, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3170/2511875815_41314e5b86.jpg" width="500" height="335" alt="Kami Thinking About Aaron" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26850169@N08/2512682876/" title="Maci and Kami by brown.photo, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2092/2512682876_5928ce360f.jpg" width="335" height="500" alt="Maci and Kami" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a flickr with my pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Start of Flickr Badge --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#flickr_badge_source_txt {padding:0; font: 11px Arial, Helvetica, Sans serif; color:#666666;}&lt;br /&gt;#flickr_badge_icon {display:block !important; margin:0 !important; border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0) !important;}&lt;br /&gt;#flickr_icon_td {padding:0 5px 0 0 !important;}&lt;br /&gt;.flickr_badge_image {text-align:center !important;}&lt;br /&gt;.flickr_badge_image img {border: 1px solid black !important;}&lt;br /&gt;#flickr_badge_uber_wrapper {width:150px;}&lt;br /&gt;#flickr_www {display:block; text-align:center; padding:0 10px 0 10px !important; font: 11px Arial, Helvetica, Sans serif !important; color:#3993ff !important;}&lt;br /&gt;#flickr_badge_uber_wrapper a:hover,&lt;br /&gt;#flickr_badge_uber_wrapper a:link,&lt;br /&gt;#flickr_badge_uber_wrapper a:active,&lt;br /&gt;#flickr_badge_uber_wrapper a:visited {text-decoration:none !important; background:inherit !important;color:#3993ff;}&lt;br /&gt;#flickr_badge_wrapper {background-color:#ffffff;border: solid 1px #000000}&lt;br /&gt;#flickr_badge_source {padding:0 !important; font: 11px Arial, Helvetica, Sans serif !important; color:#666666 !important;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="flickr_badge_uber_wrapper" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com" id="flickr_www"&gt;www.&lt;strong style="color:#3993ff"&gt;flick&lt;span style="color:#ff1c92"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10" border="0" id="flickr_badge_wrapper"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.flickr.com/badge_code_v2.gne?show_name=1&amp;amp;count=3&amp;amp;display=latest&amp;amp;size=s&amp;amp;layout=v&amp;amp;source=user&amp;amp;user=26850169%40N08"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td id="flickr_badge_source" valign="center" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="10" id="flickr_icon_td"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26850169@N08/"&gt;&lt;img id="flickr_badge_icon" alt="brown.photo's items" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3131/buddyicons/26850169@N08.jpg?1211338967#26850169@N08" align="left" width="48" height="48" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td id="flickr_badge_source_txt"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Go to&lt;/nobr&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26850169@N08/"&gt;brown.photo's photostream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End of Flickr Badge --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-2844641875037524855?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/2844641875037524855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=2844641875037524855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2844641875037524855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2844641875037524855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-figured-out.html' title='I&apos;ve Figured Out'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2176/2511892217_f5fa99fd09_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-3032871364610147407</id><published>2008-05-15T12:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T12:47:59.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Clue</title><content type='html'>I have no clue why, but I've been drinking coffee like crazy.  It's caffeine in the morning and decaf at night.  I'll usually make 4 cups which equals to really 2 coffee cups.  I bought some cinnamon bun coffee creamer.  It is sooo good.  I think I'd be drinking the coffee even if I didn't have the creamer.  Maybe it's just like comfort food.  I guess it's better than drinking alcohol or sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to laugh on Monday.  I went to my grandma's preschool.  She's a foster grandma.  She had always wanted me to come down there, but I waited until the last week of school to come see them.  I had Monday off, so I told my grandma that I'm coming up there to see her.  Those kids were practicing for their end of school program.  It was really cute.  I'm glad that I got to see them since I heard so much about them.  I had lunch with my grandma and the kids.  We had spaghetti, cheese sticks, bread and fruit cocktail.  After lunch, I went back to the class with the kids.  They danced for me, I think that's what one class is known for.  When I left, all of the kids were asking why I had to leave.  I told them I had to go to town and they asked if I really had to go up there.  One of the teachers said that the kids loved the attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When grandma and I were at lunch.  We were eating our fruit cocktail and she said that she had some strawberries at home but hid them because of her company.  I thought it was really funny because I couldn't believe that my grandma would do such a thing.  I guess she knew that if she left the strawberries in plain sight, that they would be gone in no time.  I wished she had told me because my mom had some whipped cream.  I could've made some homemade pound cake.  Hopefully the strawberries haven't ruined by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I called my grandma to check on my plans.  Right now, I have squash, green beans, watermelon and cantalope.  I have some seeds growing of cucumber, okra, radish and squash.  I don't know what I'm going to do with them all.  All together, I have 14 watermelon and cantalope plants.  I'm going to wait until the plants get bigger and then decide where I'll put the plants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got paid! I'm not in the red.  I think I'll go buy myself something.  I don't know what I'll buy.  Something from bath and body works sounds really good.  It could be an, To: Ace From: Ace kind of present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-3032871364610147407?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/3032871364610147407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=3032871364610147407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/3032871364610147407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/3032871364610147407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-clue.html' title='No Clue'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-353607427885975561</id><published>2008-05-14T13:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:47:12.462-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mothers Day'/><title type='text'>Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZNqpB8tegE/SCs1TxY4DVI/AAAAAAAAADc/is1YW05w1vc/s1600-h/DSC_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZNqpB8tegE/SCs1TxY4DVI/AAAAAAAAADc/is1YW05w1vc/s320/DSC_0159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200308808520830290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what I made my mom for mothers day.  I just emptied a fruit can and then washed it.  I print off the picture of the horses and then taped it to the can.  I got the wildflowers outside.  I put a plastic sandwich bad inside the can so that my mom could just the can for a pencil holder.  She really liked that.  I came up with the idea because I didn't get her anything and I really didn't have the money to buy her anything.  I told my grandma that I didn't get my mom anything and that I'd just make her something, this was on Saturday.  So I got my can on Saturday evening and made the whole thing on Sunday.  I think this is the best present I made her.  I also made her stuffed pork chops with ricotta, spinach and tomatos inside.  We also had squash and potatoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-1167286979057337466?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/1167286979057337466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=1167286979057337466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/1167286979057337466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/1167286979057337466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/05/thinking.html' title='Thinking'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-2855581486048541751</id><published>2008-05-12T15:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T15:39:29.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth</title><content type='html'>Earlier, I got an instant message from Jack.  I hadn't heard from him since February.  He had just up and disappeared.  Although I shouldn't have, I told him that I wasn't mad at him for his disappearance.  Now, if I didn't know what was going on, I wouldn't have told him.  He said that his life has been pretty messed up since then.  He got his friends girlfriend pregnant in February.  He said that he was sorry for the mistake that he had made.  I told him that everyone makes mistakes.  He said that the girl is living with him now.  He said that probably won't stay together for long, I don't know if she's just staying there or they're 'together-together'.  He basically said that everyone is mad at him for this situation.  I told him that I was glad that he was honest with me and he could've acted like nothing happened, but he chose not too.  As you can see, on my twitter, I didn't know exactly what to say to him.  It was all a shock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-2855581486048541751?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/2855581486048541751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=2855581486048541751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2855581486048541751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2855581486048541751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/05/truth.html' title='The Truth'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-1881501212774418321</id><published>2008-05-09T09:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T09:42:33.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tgif</title><content type='html'>One interview down and another one to go! The first interview(well it was the second) went well.  I met with the boss, his assistant(I had the first interview with her) and then 2 other people in the office.  They just asked me about myself.  I was relieved, I was worried that they would grill me with work questions.  You know them, like "what is your weakness?"  For that question, I would have to say, "carmello candy bars."  I don't think that's what they would really expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my second interview, I'm going to meet my friend for lunch.  I have no idea where we're going.  I definitely don't want mexican because I have to work this afternoon and I will be sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea if I'm coming back here tonight.  I really don't have any plans for the weekend.  We were going to have that picnic, but now we're not.  School is out, so maybe tonight I will read and then do nothing tomorrow.  I would love to stay home and watch the nyc fox station to watch baseball.  The fox station up north plays the cards or whoever is playing on the central stations.  It's kind of like when I was in DC, they played the phillies or some other team instead of the Mets and Red Sox, like I had been used to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-1881501212774418321?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/1881501212774418321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=1881501212774418321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/1881501212774418321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/1881501212774418321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/05/tgif_09.html' title='tgif'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-8565106108861719230</id><published>2008-05-08T11:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:25:09.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why a Title?</title><content type='html'>So I have a non-vanilla blog somewhere in the blog universe.  I'm trying to keep both of them updated.  That's a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight after work, I'm planning to go home.  I have a job interview tomorrow morning and then I have a lunch date with my friend K! I haven't saw her in a long time.  When I didn't have a job, we'd go to lunch every friday during that one summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is officially over tomorrow! I'm so relieved and excited.  I wish there was a great way to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when exactly I'll go home for the weekend.  We were supposed to have a picnic on Saturday, but my grandma has company.  So maybe we'll have our picnic next Saturday.  We have to have a picnic before the weather gets to hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-8565106108861719230?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/8565106108861719230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=8565106108861719230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8565106108861719230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8565106108861719230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-title.html' title='Why a Title?'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-3942471191861099693</id><published>2008-05-05T15:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T16:03:14.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaks</title><content type='html'>This has been a mini vacation. About 2 and a half days of rest and relaxation without a thing to do. Well, I did have an interview and need to plant some tomatoes. I feel like taking some pictures. Maybe I'll drive down some country road and take some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roasted almonds are fantastic. Thought I should just tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until I get my own place. I'll have to wait and see where my job is and then I'll see if I'll stay down here or move to town. Decisions, decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a postcard from Planet Hollywood.  We're high roller there, ya know.  Anyway, my mom is looking to see when we can go.  Hopefully it will be soon.  I need a vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to go to new york, as I have been saying for months.  I'll have to wait until I get this dang credit card paid off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-3942471191861099693?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/3942471191861099693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=3942471191861099693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/3942471191861099693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/3942471191861099693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/05/breaks.html' title='Breaks'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-5257931736988413677</id><published>2008-05-04T12:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T12:52:32.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Colt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26025146@N07/2463983009/" title="The Colt by _brown_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2341/2463983009_46cca2d6c8.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="The Colt" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in the lot with his mom, but she left.  I got the chance to go in there and pet him.  He is so pretty.  I'll post a link to my other pictures of him.  Finally after running back and forth and bucking, he found his way out.  Yesterday he was a week old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-5257931736988413677?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/5257931736988413677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=5257931736988413677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/5257931736988413677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/5257931736988413677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/05/colt.html' title='The Colt'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2341/2463983009_46cca2d6c8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-8374007559904442268</id><published>2008-05-02T10:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T11:01:46.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Why does the morning fly by?  Well for me it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one paper finished and one more to go.  The other one is due tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the town where I work, we have a parade tomorrow so our library is going to be in it.  So, I'm staying here tonight and hopefully going home tomorrow afternoon or even Sunday.  I have a job interview on Monday, so I'll eventually wind my way over there sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my stimulus payment today! I was really excited.  It *all* went to pay off bills.  I was really excited about it because my charge cards were getting high and this definitely helped.  Atleast I have one more card to get down and then I'll be really happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-8374007559904442268?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/8374007559904442268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=8374007559904442268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8374007559904442268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8374007559904442268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/05/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-5498567547387564299</id><published>2008-04-30T21:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:33:17.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>L&amp;O</title><content type='html'>I'm watching Law and Order.  I have a new crush, it's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeremy_Sisto"&gt;Jeremy Sisto&lt;/a&gt; who plays Cyrus.  I would post a picture, but none of them serve him any justice. You just need to watch him on Law and Order on Wednesdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-5498567547387564299?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/5498567547387564299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=5498567547387564299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/5498567547387564299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/5498567547387564299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/04/l.html' title='L&amp;O'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-6862218761851119271</id><published>2008-04-29T10:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:47:12.708-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Colt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZNqpB8tegE/SBc4e9Uj12I/AAAAAAAAADU/4lXf24M139g/s1600-h/2443202929_33298efa68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194682799703185250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZNqpB8tegE/SBc4e9Uj12I/AAAAAAAAADU/4lXf24M139g/s400/2443202929_33298efa68.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is our new colt with his mom, Sugar.  He doesn't have a name yet (or they haven't told me yet).  He was born last Saturday morning.  He's so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-6862218761851119271?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/6862218761851119271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=6862218761851119271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/6862218761851119271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/6862218761851119271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-colt.html' title='The New Colt'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZNqpB8tegE/SBc4e9Uj12I/AAAAAAAAADU/4lXf24M139g/s72-c/2443202929_33298efa68.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-5238414855540248529</id><published>2008-04-29T09:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T09:47:06.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twos-dee</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired.  I can never sleep late, well I did sleep hard and didn't hear when my roommates left.  I went to bed around midnight and woke up a little after 8.  I made some coffee, but that doesn't even seem to be helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I mentioned this yesterday, but I have a job interview on Monday! Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it bad when you know journalist at a press conference?  As I said before, I grew up with two tv channels, so I got used to watching the world and local news.  When I'm bored or really busy, I'll just turn the tv on to cnn or msnbc, when I want something really radical, I'll turn to fox news to see what aliens have appeared in Kansas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew how to make that shaken lemon iced tea from Starbucks.  If I could afford it, I would get it all of the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-5238414855540248529?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/5238414855540248529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=5238414855540248529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/5238414855540248529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/5238414855540248529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/04/twos-dee.html' title='Twos-dee'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-2914878102370419618</id><published>2008-04-28T10:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:58:16.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Should Be</title><content type='html'>Working on something but I'm here being slow. Atleast I have one page written! I also need to work on another paper. Lovely, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no word on the job. I looked at the website for the company and it said that the position is still open. Hopefully I'll hear something soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get some new dress clothes, as I have mentioned before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was working on my new-not-so-vanilla blog. I probably won't list the blog here or give any details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;edit:&lt;/em&gt; I went shopping and wound up getting two shirts. No skirts. I need some skirts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skirts that they had were all pretty, but I was looking for a light or linen black skirt.  I have a linen black skirt but it's the size I used to wear, so I don't know if it fits or not.  I thought I might have an interview this week but it's not until Monday.  Well, when I can wear anything except black, I'm going to go buy some skirts.  I need to make them myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-2914878102370419618?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/2914878102370419618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=2914878102370419618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2914878102370419618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2914878102370419618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-should-be.html' title='I Should Be'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-6440912619361572627</id><published>2008-04-26T11:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T11:49:02.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Runaway</title><content type='html'>I'm really restless.  I just need to get away for a while.  I have no idea where, I just need to escape from this place.  (I think this mostly comes from the way I feel, it's that time of the month and I'm all jittery and just need to r.e.l.a.x.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is due next Saturday.  I think that's why I feel so cluttered up.  So I'm here at the library where I can not spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I got my camera! So hopefully I'll find some articles, save them and then go home and take some pictures or figure the camera all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planted the vegetables that I planted last week.  On the green bean packet it said that they sprout in about 8-16 days but they grew about 4 inches in exactly a week! I have no clue where I'll plant them, but I already planted about 8 or so squash plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm brainstorming something over here.  I think after I finish all of my papers, I'm going to start on a blog project.  I can't say what it is or what it will be about.  Let's just say it won't be vanilla such as this blog.  I just need a way to vent or express feelings that I don't want to be known on here.  Does that make sense?  I hope it does, because that is how I am in real life.  You see my as the nice and quiet girl but there's just something missing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-6440912619361572627?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/6440912619361572627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=6440912619361572627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/6440912619361572627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/6440912619361572627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/04/runaway.html' title='The Runaway'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-8198203551390150829</id><published>2008-04-24T17:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T17:24:09.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unmotivation</title><content type='html'>I can't get myself motivated to do any work, well school work that is.  I have about a week to finish and complete two papers.  I didn't know that they were due around the same day, but of course, they are.  Actually, they're due on the 3rd.  Fun stuff indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh it's been a hot day.  Welcome to summer.  Where did Spring go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had the day off so I did some shopping.  I need to buy some new (my size) work clothes.  I have some but they're from about 8 months ago +.  The weird thing is that in pants I wear a size smaller but in some shirts/blouses and dresses, I still wear the same size!  That's just not fair.  I wound up getting two shirts and a pair of black capri pants.  I didn't wind up with any "work" clothes anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted some mexican food, so I went and got some.  It was pretty good and I'm still full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I took a nap. I wasn't that sleepy, but I didn't sleep good last night.  After I woke up, I ate the rest of my ice cream.  I had to go get some gas because I certainly didn't want to when I got ready to head home tomorrow afternoon.  I should've went earlier today because it was about 94 degrees outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, anonymous searchers pray tell me who you are, pretty please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-8198203551390150829?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/8198203551390150829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=8198203551390150829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8198203551390150829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8198203551390150829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/04/unmotivation.html' title='Unmotivation'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-7471340616216810358</id><published>2008-04-23T14:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T14:23:35.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anonymous</title><content type='html'>Who are ya'll anonymous people? Please leave me a comment, pretty please with a cherry on top.  I won't tell, I promise!  I just want to know who you are. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-7471340616216810358?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/7471340616216810358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=7471340616216810358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/7471340616216810358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/7471340616216810358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/04/anonymous.html' title='Anonymous'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-8778576333431315484</id><published>2008-04-18T09:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:22:40.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>I don't really like Friday's.  They're so anti-climatic.  I guess for some people they are but not for me.  I think a part of it is that I never do anything on Friday nights plus I have to pack my stuff up to go home for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got stuck in a rain storm! I always get in one, well either that or my grandma and I do.  I found a car wash thankfully and parked there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in the morning I made pumpkin muffins with Splend@.  They are really good! I think I'm going to give some to my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night is my friend Mandy's son's third birthday.  Mandy said that we're all going to act like it's the birthday we never had.  Oh the fun we'll have.  I still haven't bought a present.  I'll do that tomorrow.  She gave me a list of what they got him and what he likes.  I was going to ask my little cousin Kobe but I thought he might think I'm going to buy it for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got all of my supplies together to make a scrapbook page for my friend Kezler.  It's a few of her wedding photos that I took along with her wedding colors.  I put the page in one of those 12 x 12 inch album frames.  I think they're both love it.  When I was going through my supplies, I couldn't find some.  I have no clue where those things went.  I need to go through the box because all of the ribbon is everywhere and anywhere, it's really a mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-8778576333431315484?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/8778576333431315484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=8778576333431315484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8778576333431315484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8778576333431315484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/04/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-6845635025158326256</id><published>2008-04-17T08:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T08:45:27.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>I found this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Bleu Cheese? Really good Bleu Cheese, not the Pizza Hut variety&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a gun? No&lt;br /&gt;What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic? So many things to choose.  Sonic Sunrises&lt;br /&gt;Do you get nervous before Doctor's appointments?  Depends on the doctor&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of hot dogs? I haven't had one in forever.  There's a gas station on the way to the Lazy E and they have the greatest hotdogs on those rotating things.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Christmas Song?  LeRoy the Redneck Reindeer&lt;br /&gt;What do you prefer to drink in the morning?  All sorts of things.  Juice, water or coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Can you do push ups?  Like two.&lt;br /&gt;What do you order at Starbucks? If I just need some caffeine than half regular and half decaf coffee.  &lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite piece of jewelry?  I'd say this tres expensive ring I never wear or have the opportunity to wear.  It's a buble, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite hobby? Making videos with my camera.  Embroidery and then photography.&lt;br /&gt;How do you eat your eggs?  boiled&lt;br /&gt;Do you have A.D.D?  Nope. &lt;br /&gt;What's one trait that you hate about yourself?  I'm a procrastinator&lt;br /&gt;Middle name?  Ladon&lt;br /&gt;Name three thoughts at this exact moment.  What did I buy yesterday, I hope I don't get sore sitting on this position and I'm not hungry&lt;br /&gt;Name three things you bought yesterday.  Salad from Panera&lt;br /&gt;Name three drinks you drink regularly.  water, coffee and juice&lt;br /&gt;Current worry right now?  No worries&lt;br /&gt;Current hate right now?  School&lt;br /&gt;Favorite place to be?  On the patio&lt;br /&gt;How did you bring in the New Year?  with myself.  I went to bed early though&lt;br /&gt;Where would you like to go? On vacation anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Do you own slippers?  Like 3 pair&lt;br /&gt;What shirt are you wearing? teal pajamass&lt;br /&gt;Do you like sleeping on satin sheets?  no, wouldn't you slide off?&lt;br /&gt;Can you whistle?  barely&lt;br /&gt;Favorite color? green&lt;br /&gt;What songs do you sing in the shower?  don't sing there&lt;br /&gt;Favorite girls name?  clementine&lt;br /&gt;Favorite boy's name? henry&lt;br /&gt;Whats in your pocket right now? don't have pockets&lt;br /&gt;Last thing that made you laugh? something my roommates and jeff did &lt;br /&gt;Best bed sheets as a child?  i don't remember&lt;br /&gt;Do you like where you live?  sorta but ready for a change&lt;br /&gt;How many TVs do you have in your house?  five&lt;br /&gt;Who is your loudest friend?  i don't know&lt;br /&gt;How many dogs do you have?  one, talulah&lt;br /&gt;Who do you hope has a crush on you?  Oh so-and-so who I ran into last friday&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite book? Great Expectations&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite candy?  Carmello&lt;br /&gt;Favorite sport's team? Oklahoma State University&lt;br /&gt;What song do you want played at your funeral? no clue&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 12am last night?  watching conan&lt;br /&gt;What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up? How will I feel? &lt;br /&gt;Snow or Rain?  Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of the camera's I'm considering to get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adorama.com/INKD40XR.html?searchinfo=nikon%20d40x&amp;amp;item_no=2"&gt;http://www.adorama.com/INKD40XR.html?searchinfo=nikon%20d40x&amp;amp;item_no=2&lt;/a&gt;.  It's just the body of the camera but no lense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this D6O with the lense &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Nikon-10-2MP-Digital-18-55mm-3-5-5-6G/dp/B0012OGF6Q/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=photo&amp;amp;qid=1208439322&amp;amp;sr=1-7"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Nikon-10-2MP-Digital-18-55mm-3-5-5-6G/dp/B0012OGF6Q/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=photo&amp;amp;qid=1208439322&amp;amp;sr=1-7&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This camera includes two lenses but it's more, of course. &lt;a href="http://www.crutchfield.com/App/Product/Item/Main.aspx?g=309150&amp;amp;i=054D602L&amp;amp;search=nikon+d60&amp;amp;tp=263"&gt;http://www.crutchfield.com/App/Product/Item/Main.aspx?g=309150&amp;amp;i=054D602L&amp;amp;search=nikon+d60&amp;amp;tp=263&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom wants me to make a list of all of these sites with the price.  Hopefully I will get one soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-6845635025158326256?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/6845635025158326256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=6845635025158326256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/6845635025158326256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/6845635025158326256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/04/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-2090810589479311629</id><published>2008-04-13T09:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T09:54:57.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a..</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;News junky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Traveler&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worlds greatest person (voted by me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so in need of a vacation. Anywhere would be great. Right now a weekend in Las Vegas sounds great. I just need a break. Sometimes I want to go to New York or Jackson Hole. You never know where I'll wind up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's up with men (preferably tall) who like petite women? I think they should look at taller people. It's just not fair. The reason why I'm ranting is that I'm tall and I hate finding men who only like short women. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday I got my hair cut. I'd show you all but my camera's batteries are out and my web cam on my laptop isn't even working. I don't know why it's not working. It's probably those dang ms updates. I really needed to get my hair cut. The lady who cuts it didn't, but this other lady did and she did a great job! I'm really pleased with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The reason why I said I'm the worlds greatest person is that yesterday I saw my old teacher from high school at Wally world.  She was looking for those hooks that you screw in to hang potted plants.  I think she had searched all of the lawn and garden section and didn't.  I was showing my grandma these brightly colored ceramic pots and I found the hooks! So I went to go find her and she was so happy.  I'm glad that I did find them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday night I told my mom that I needed a new digital camera, well one that looks more professional.  My mom said that she had a camera book but left it at work.  (Why was it at work?)  I still haven't showed her my wedding photo's from Kezler's wedding.  I guess I can put it on a disk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ryan Bingham was on Leno, Friday night! I bet it wasn't the best night to be on there but it beats not being on there. I've liked him since probably January! I was so happy that he was on there. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-2090810589479311629?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/2090810589479311629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=2090810589479311629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2090810589479311629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2090810589479311629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/04/im.html' title='I&apos;m a..'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-2219305108973058480</id><published>2008-04-08T12:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T12:15:47.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic</title><content type='html'>These past two days have been much better than the past weekend.  I'm relieved that it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XM has a total George Strait station!  It's called 'Strait Country.' I listened to it all the way back here.  There were some songs that I had never heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend who I used to chat with all the time, well he's MIA during the day.  They told him he couldn't chat at work, go figure.  So, I just have to wait till he gets home to chat.  I think we'll all have to get used to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some homemade mac and cheese for my lunch.  It was really yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking for jobs but haven't saw any recently.  Hopefully something will come up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-2219305108973058480?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/2219305108973058480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=2219305108973058480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2219305108973058480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2219305108973058480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/04/fantastic_08.html' title='Fantastic'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-5712844250010937713</id><published>2008-04-07T08:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:42:09.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivated</title><content type='html'>Here I am on the couch at my grandmas's watching the morning news.  She already left for work before I got up.  It's cloudy and probably muggy outside, that's spring for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly know what I want to do today.  I don't know if I want to get dressed and leave or stay around here.  Don't you hate those types of days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the reason is that I went to bed around 12:00 am last night.  I was sleepy about 9:40 but that went away when I went to bed.  All the caffeine that I had was a dr. pepper for lunch.  Maybe I just couldn't sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night as we were watching TV, it felt so great being home.  I guess the reason it doesn't feel that way in Norman, because it feels so lonely.  I don't have any friends up there, so it's basically just me.  Like I was telling someone yesterday,  it's so hard to meet new people in a place like there because it's so small (even though it is much a larger than here).  I thought the selection would be much better, but to tell you the truth, it isn't.  Maybe for some people it's easy to find someone, but I've lived there since August and still haven't been successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere, I have a quote, from &lt;a href="http://onelifetaketwo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jefferson's&lt;/a&gt; blog.  It goes like this, "I’m glad to be a good lay, but these days, I can only satisfy people who are good enough to be good."  I posted on his blog that he couldn't have said that better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had someone to make me pancakes or even better, waffles.  I can only wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-5712844250010937713?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/5712844250010937713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=5712844250010937713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/5712844250010937713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/5712844250010937713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/04/motivated.html' title='Motivated'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-2450619610934705320</id><published>2008-04-04T20:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:56:57.047-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McCain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schilling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Don't hold it against me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5s0lBziVcQ4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5s0lBziVcQ4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-2450619610934705320?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/2450619610934705320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=2450619610934705320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2450619610934705320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2450619610934705320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-hold-it-against-me.html' title='Don&apos;t hold it against me.'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-7926118428861175790</id><published>2008-04-03T22:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T23:02:31.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic</title><content type='html'>The weatherman cut off Hillary on the Tonight Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got in.  My mom and I went to a party that's held every Thursday before the bullfights in town.  These types of bullfights are American freestyle fights, not the Spanish kind.  We don't usually see these people like every 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'll go friday or monday night.  We shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-7926118428861175790?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/7926118428861175790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=7926118428861175790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/7926118428861175790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/7926118428861175790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/04/fantastic.html' title='Fantastic'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-5533919636667983772</id><published>2008-04-01T19:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T19:23:54.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Wanna</title><content type='html'>Ever get in that mood where you don't want to do anything?  Well that's my middle name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home today from work and ate an apple. That was better than eating a candy bar, isn't it?  I watched the news, did my thing and then decided I better cook something to eat or I'd be snacking all night long.  How come something like a fried egg can taste so good at night but in the morning it isn't so good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rem was on the today show this morning and I saw someone that looked like the New Yorker.  How bizarre can that be?  I bet it wasn't him anyway and I don't plan on calling him to ask if that was really him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm watching ncis.  I love me some Ziva David.  She's so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like some coffee right now, but don't really want to stay up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-5533919636667983772?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/5533919636667983772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=5533919636667983772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/5533919636667983772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/5533919636667983772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-wanna.html' title='Don&apos;t Wanna'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-4360650726717614222</id><published>2008-03-29T23:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T23:47:42.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>There's a mouse in the den! I'm in the sticks, so I'm sure it's just a field mouse that found it's way inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get online all day and that felt great.  Sometimes I just don't want any contact with you people. :)  I'm sure you get that way yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning AMC(I think) movie was Sagebrush Trail that had John Wayne when he was about 23.  At lunch, we figured out that he had to be somewhere around my great grandpas age.  I'll guess I'll have to imdb John Wayne when I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're searching my blog anonymously, please tell me who you are! Pretty please.  I won't tell, heck, I can keep some pretty good secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was wonderful.  I stayed in bed until 10.  I really planned on staying home until my grandma mentioned enchiladas.  I was all set to make homemade mac &amp; cheese with commodity cheese, but I put that on hold.  I'll have to eat that another day.  So I threw my clothes on and went to town with her.  We met my uncle at the best mexican place in town and it was delicioso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hate to miss people that you shouldn't miss.  Don't worry, it's not the New Yorker (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wait, I just figured out something, I hope people haven't thought that J. IS the New Yorker, because he certainly isn't by any chance.  If he truly was, I'd said so.  Maybe that solves the anonymous stalkers, eh?&lt;/span&gt;) Back to the missing-person, I always don't know exactly how to tell him that I miss him.  Yeah, the distant is long, so it's not like I can say, hey, wish I could stop by next week and see you or say, well I hope to see you soon (that seems stalkerish to me and I by no means want be to stalkerish).  Guess I could send him some cheesey card, but i don't want to be cheesey.  I'll figure out something someday. (Yes, I can ramble on and on about something that would probably take a sentence to say.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma and I came home in time to watch OSU play LSU and sadly, the lady pokes lost. :(  I don't know if they were nervous or not, but Andrea Riley was the only player it seems on the Orange team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we were watching one of those synonymous lifetime movies.  My bestest guy friend Max calls at the end of the movie on my cell phone and I eventually call him back.  My mom also calls too at the wrong time (which she always seems to do).  I didn't say much because the movie was getting good.  I kind of feel bad because I didn't say anything.  Back to Max, he just moved back to Texas from northern New York.  I knew he was tres busy with the move and all, so I didn't call him and just waited for his call.  He seemed really happy back in his home state.  That guy cracks me up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-4360650726717614222?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/4360650726717614222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=4360650726717614222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/4360650726717614222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/4360650726717614222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/03/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-3544487199094408571</id><published>2008-03-27T20:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T20:22:41.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getaway Bag</title><content type='html'>So I have on my bed, my getaway bag, that's what I've named it.  I keep it full of stuff that I may need.  I looked in it and there's: feminine products, marshmellows, a bloomindales bag all folded up, Richard Simmons book, a checkbook, a jewelry bag with my charm bracelet in it, pair of socks, underwear and my embroidery stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate came home today to mow.  She probably hates me for not asking to do it.  To make a confession, I've never mowed in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon/evening, I was extremely bored.  Finally I decided to look at what classes I need to take in the summer and fall.  I should've done it earlier in the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, Celebrity Apprentice is on! Go Trace!  Trace's voice is like buttah. yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to work on two assignments.  I'll do it tonight and eventually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unexpectedly had the day off today! I thought I would've had to work, but didn't!  I did my laundry, made some zucchini bread and then went to the mall.  Oh, I did go to Starbucks for an afternoon break.  At the mall, I bought some black flip flops, a tshirt and a new sleep shirt.  I needed a new sleep shirt because my old one was so warn out and huge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I forgot the water at the store! I hate this city water.  I was so used to drinking fresh spring well water and this is really nasty.  If I were to make tea, like my roommates do daily, I would use the bottled water over tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spring fever, hence the boredom from this afternoon.  Today it was around 83 degrees but tomorrow it's supposed to be in the 50's.  That's this kind of weather we're used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennessee women play in the city on Sunday in the Sweet 16.  My mom wanted to go but I looked on ticketmaster and they are all sold out.  I think she's going to look around for some tickets.  I hope she can find some.  Even though I'm not a women's basketball fan (well, I like OSU), I'd like to see Tennessee women play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-3544487199094408571?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/3544487199094408571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=3544487199094408571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/3544487199094408571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/3544487199094408571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/03/getaway-bag.html' title='Getaway Bag'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-5533456957556776392</id><published>2008-03-26T22:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T23:12:56.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning</title><content type='html'>I wish I had the funds to go on a trip. Yes, I know I'm a week late(since spring break was last week). I'd love to go anywhere right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening I went to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble to read some free magazines.  I just needed to get out of the house and do something different that didn't involve buying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finished my book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0345460405/ref=nosim/librarything08-20"&gt;The Saints and Sinners of Okay County&lt;/a&gt;.  It was an amazing book.  I guess I got the book last Thursday, so it took a week to read it.  My cousin picked it up Saturday and read most of it but she skipped sections.  I'm surprised that she actually liked the book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do I have people on my yahoo pager that I don't even know? I definitely need to clean up that list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got a call for a job, but the job is near here, not close to home.  So, I'm not even going to interview for it. Hopefully I'll hear something from Ad@.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-5533456957556776392?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/5533456957556776392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=5533456957556776392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/5533456957556776392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/5533456957556776392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/03/planning.html' title='Planning'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-713683884424611987</id><published>2008-03-26T15:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T16:00:43.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>This week has already flown by!  Well, it is Wednesday anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was Easter and we had a great time.  We didn't have Easter dinner unless you count Pizza as the official dinner.  There wasn't an easter egg hunt on Saturday but the stores on Main Street were handing out plastic eggs to the kids.  Not very many stores participated, but we still had fun and walked about 10,000 miles, which was 3 blocks up and down really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought some pansies for the kids to plant and we had fun with that.  My cousin and I also hid eggs for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad to report that spring break is over and back to hitting the books.  I really enjoyed having a week off from school even though I had to work.  Hopefully, I will try harder with this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember what I said the last time I actually wrote something.  My grandma got a rental truck and it turned out to be a big/huge 2008 Dodge Ram extended cab.  I absolutely fell in love with it.  I drove it up and down the road.  I wish I had one for myself.  Did you know that truck is actually bigger than a H3 Hummer!  By the way, I would so love to have an H3.  Maybe I'll get a job at home and then buy one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-713683884424611987?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/713683884424611987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=713683884424611987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/713683884424611987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/713683884424611987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/03/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-3396835637686942806</id><published>2008-03-18T09:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T09:45:51.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>As you all may know, this week is Spring Break!  I have to work, so I'm not actually going anywhere, well this weekend I'm going home because it's Easter.  Tomorrow I have to work in the morning, so I think I might go visit a few people back home and possibly spend the night, so I don't know if that actually counts as a Spring Break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great day yesterday.  I've been trying to get caught up on counted cross stitch mousepad that I started a long time ago.  It felt like Tuesday for some odd reason.  I was all set to watch Jericho but then realized that it wasn't Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking for jobs.  As you may know, I've applied to a couple and hoping for more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading everyone's twitters.  It sounds like they have more exciting times than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I didn't go to the casino just because you get $10 in free play.  I just didn't feel like getting smokey and didn't feel lucky.  The first two times I went, I won $180 but ever since then, I hadn't won any.  Can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining and it's making me so sleepy.  I wish I had someone to stay in bed with all day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may know, from reading this blog.  The result of my weightloss wasn't because of some super successful diet, but it was because I was overdosed on this diabetes medicine for pcos.  I quit taking the extra medicine and now taking the dosage that I was supposed to take in the first place.  Now, I'm really having to  watch what I eat so I don't gain the weight back.  That's what I fear the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-3396835637686942806?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/3396835637686942806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=3396835637686942806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/3396835637686942806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/3396835637686942806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/03/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-4528266367380456191</id><published>2008-03-16T16:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T16:37:29.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic</title><content type='html'>I ran across this post titled, &lt;a href="http://www.philosomatic.com/?p=664"&gt;The Small Pleasures in Life&lt;/a&gt;.  Who knew those red plastic cups were world known?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to my grandma's church (or mine) and I got to listen and meet my grandma's new pastor, Pastor Greg.  He is funny and smart, which is great.  He is a former assistant district attorney and he's trying to bring more youth into the church which the church needs.  Most of the people in the congregation are on the older side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-4528266367380456191?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/4528266367380456191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=4528266367380456191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/4528266367380456191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/4528266367380456191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/03/classic.html' title='Classic'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-8125907710423696064</id><published>2008-03-15T14:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T16:42:15.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden</title><content type='html'>So, I'm here at my mom's house hiding out.  My uncle's exwife and kid are here for the day.  I just don't like them.  You know how it is.  Please don't tell me that there's not someone in your family that you just don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was great because it was just my grandma and me.  We watched westerns and just had a great time.  I was so lazy this morning and finally decided to get dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some cd's here at my mom's house and I need to upload them.  There's a lot of cases but no cd's.  Somewhere, I bet there's an abyss that only collect missing cd's and pens.  Don't ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this morning, I did my work for my class. I thought about doing it last night, but was too sleepy. Ever get like that?  So I got up at 7:45 and started working and it took about an hour to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no word from the New Yorker and I'm really not fretting over it.  It's been about a week and I've stopped counting days.  It's his loss really, he should've realized what he did and I'm glad I found out how he trually was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my little cousin Kobe! I never see him, but they've been in California since Wednesday or Tuesday visiting our aunt.  Everthing reminds me of him.  It's sad. :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-8125907710423696064?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/8125907710423696064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=8125907710423696064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8125907710423696064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8125907710423696064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/03/hidden.html' title='Hidden'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-5309665657513997573</id><published>2008-03-13T22:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T16:42:27.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No News</title><content type='html'>No news is good news, they say. Let's all believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for the weekend and don't have any plans. :-) Well, read and read some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was still basketball season. Don't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-5309665657513997573?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/5309665657513997573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=5309665657513997573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/5309665657513997573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/5309665657513997573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-news.html' title='No News'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-743652937396507386</id><published>2008-03-12T22:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T00:36:11.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to have a vacation in a while. I think the next big weekend is going to Ft. Worth. The Stockyards are so much fun! &lt;a href="http://www.maverickwesternwear.com/"&gt;Maverick&lt;/a&gt; is a really cool store. It's sort of high end but you can find some great things in there. That's where I got my address book 8 years ago when we went there after my high school graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I can go to New York anytime soon, like I had planned. If you don't remember, the New Yorker was going to pay for the ticket, but since he went psycho, that's not going to happen. I sort of didn't want to go, mainly because I didn't have the spending money. Who is really going to go to New York without any money? Some people probably do, but I want to enjoy myself. Maybe I'll get a windfall, where I'll get a chance to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few things I want to do, that I didn't get to do when I was there 6 years ago for about 11 hours (seriously).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to central park&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;see the top of the empire state building&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go have some frozen hot chocolate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;purl, the knitting/fabric place&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shop and shop some more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want to go to the moma and the met&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go see conan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;maybe snl, if i'm lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how could i forget, go see yarn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and last but not least, go see &lt;a href="http://onelifetaketwo.com/"&gt;j.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found the cutest house in Ad@! I doubt I'll buy a house since I don't have any money. It's all tied up (there ain't any, really). I think the price of the house is $99k-something and is a 3 bedroom and 2 bath, I think. I'll hire Nate Burkus to help me with the decoring. I so want a Pottery Barn living room but good and well know that I couldn't afford something like that. Of course, I'll have a western kitchen. My house will be all around goodness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need to apply to some more jobs. It's just a task I don't want to do, but I need to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My cousin and her son and neice are in California for a few days. My grandma was going to go with them, but she got sick and couldn't go. I bet they're having fun there. I wished they'd ask me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mom got service excellence for last month. It's not employee of the month, someone just said that she had done something good. A few years ago, she was employee of the year. I joke with her and tell her that she's the employee of the millenium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pOK5FQhfcTg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pOK5FQhfcTg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-743652937396507386?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/743652937396507386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=743652937396507386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/743652937396507386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/743652937396507386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/03/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-5449373166172041152</id><published>2008-03-12T15:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T16:05:52.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got Me One</title><content type='html'>I got an ipod nano! Right now it's uploading my pics and music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I need a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-5449373166172041152?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/5449373166172041152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=5449373166172041152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/5449373166172041152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/5449373166172041152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-got-me-one.html' title='I Got Me One'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-7570045267207551145</id><published>2008-03-11T12:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T12:41:57.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Well, I finally made it back.  This has been one long great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma got out of the hospital today!  I bet she's so ready to come home.  I know my dog misses her.  When my grandma was in the hospital with her cancer, the dog stood up on the car looking for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made french toast last night for supper.  I usually never eat it, but it was much better than dragging the waffle iron out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no word from the weirdo, which is good.  I'm out enjoying life while he's all being bad at me for no reason.  I really don't care if he comes around any, if he does, he'll have to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here on my laptop at work, way in the back. It would be horrible if I fell asleep, since I have to "go" to work at 1.  There are some sites I can see and some are blocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want an ipod but I don't have the money to buy one.  Will someone buy me one?  Pretty please. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-7570045267207551145?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/7570045267207551145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=7570045267207551145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/7570045267207551145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/7570045267207551145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-tuesday.html' title='Happy Tuesday'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-7328405097204512715</id><published>2008-03-10T10:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T10:30:56.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing a Million Things at Once</title><content type='html'>I want to go to New York City and see &lt;a href="http://yarnmusic.net/index.cfm"&gt;Yarn&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to do my paper that's due tonight.  Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After while, I have to go to the hospital and check on my grandma and hopefully get a free lunch with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I didn't sleep good.  I think it was because of the pillows and the shaken lemonade tea (which was greatness along with the pumpkin bread I had)  I drank yesterday afternoon.  Shame on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I also had the whole house to myself! It was greatness (my word of the day).  I made some popcorn and watched Law and Order.  How bad could that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really getting used to firefox.  IE is starting to feel like the dark ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no spring break, but I'm ready to runaway.  Is anyone else planning a great escape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally need a personal assistant.  Someone to call people (for lunch) and look for jobs and the like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-8365160730269583230?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/8365160730269583230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=8365160730269583230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8365160730269583230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8365160730269583230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/03/updates.html' title='Update(s)'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-4214385233175378907</id><published>2008-03-08T09:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T09:32:11.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding='5' style=''&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;       &lt;h2 style="margin: 0pt 0pt 5px; width: 560px; float: right;"&gt;The Dirty Little Secret&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h3 style="margin: 0pt; width: 560px; float: right; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Deliberate Gentle Sex Master (&lt;span style="shmolor: red;"&gt;DGSM&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;img border=1 src="http://panther.is0.okcupid.com/graphics/persons/DGSMf.gif" alt="The Dirty Little Secret" style="float: left;"&gt;    &lt;div id="text-n-opp" style="display: block; width: 560px; float: right;"&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 10px 0pt;"&gt; Innocent but fundamentally sexual, like the word "finger". You are the &lt;strong&gt;Dirty Little Secret&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 10px 0pt;"&gt; Few women have the confidence for sex mastery, and among nice girls, like you, it's almost unheard of. So congratulations. You've had plenty of adventures, but you've remained a kind, thoughtful person. Your friends appreciate your exploits. They even live vicariously through you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 10px 0pt;"&gt; You seek pleasure, but you're not irresponsible. You are organized and cautious, and you choose your lovers wisely. One, you don't like dirtbags. And two, you like to maintain control. Or at least lose it selectively. You might notice that older men single you out. They have an eye for your sensual nature. Take it as a compliment. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 10px 0pt;"&gt; You enjoy making people happy, and it's inevitable that many guys will fall harder for you than you for them. You're not completely comfortable in a serious, long-term relationship right now. Our guess is that the key to extended happiness will be finding a responsible, but kinky, mate. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;div id="exact-opposite" style="border: 1px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); margin: 0pt 30px 0pt 0pt; background: rgb(238, 238, 238) none repeat scroll 0%; float: right; width: 220px; text-align: center; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 90%;"&gt;    &lt;p style="margin: 10px 0pt 0pt; width: 220px;"&gt;Your exact female opposite:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="width: 220px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Wild Rose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;img border=1 src="http://panther.is0.okcupid.com/graphics/persons/RBLDf_thumb.gif" alt="The Wild Rose" style="border: 1px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;    &lt;p style="margin: 10px 0pt; width: 220px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random Brutal Love Dreamer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;p id="avoid" style="margin: 25px 0pt 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase; shmolor: red;"&gt; Always avoid: &lt;/span&gt; The Hornivore (RBSM), The Manchild (RBLD), The Last Man on Earth (RBSD)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p id="consider" style="margin: 25px 0pt 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase; shmolor: blue;"&gt; Consider: &lt;/span&gt; The Bachelor (DGSM), The Backrubber (DGSD)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link:  &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Online Dating Persona Test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;OkCupid&lt;/b&gt; -  free online dating &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My profile name: : &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=escharlie'&gt;&lt;b&gt;escharlie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-4214385233175378907?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/4214385233175378907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=4214385233175378907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/4214385233175378907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/4214385233175378907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/03/too-funny.html' title='Too Funny'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-4167351001998574655</id><published>2008-03-06T09:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T17:06:00.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Goodness</title><content type='html'>I just met Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had the weirdest online experience. This morning I had an offline message from the New Yorker that said, "hi, looks like you really didn't go to sleep like you said you did." When I read it, I didn't know what he had meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning, I get this pm from him that says, "so...I saw you were online (on a dating site) when you said you were too sleepy to stay up." I told him that I wasn't, but was on earlier that night. He kept insinuating that I was online when I had told him that I wasn't. Geez, we're like 1600 miles away, I didn't think he'd be so serious. I kept telling him that I wasn't. Here's what he said " given that the night before you intrerrupted me mid conversation to dump out of our conversation because presumably you had someone else you wanted to talk to .. you can understand why I would be suspicious." Why would he be suspicious? "Not that I care that much but I am honest with my friends and assume the same. Sometimes naively." I told my friend Kremti that I didn't tell the New Yorker about the guy that I've went on a few dates with. I thought we were just friends and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said "if you were me and after being dumped off a call becuase you said you were too sleepy to talk anymore I see you on "the site". You say you weren't actually on .. but last night to me it looked like you were on so yeah that made me pissy." Well, the other night, I told him that I didn't mean to end the conversation so short, I just knew he didn't feel to well and thought he might've not wanted to talk. He said, "if I told someone what they thought was a complete lie to get out of a conversation with them I would expect to call me on it because that is totally disrespectful to them.well okay I guess I will jsut keep that in mind when we talk ... that I will just tell you whatever I want whether it is true or not." I didn't lie in the first place, I think he just jumped to conclusions. Later he said, " I'm not trying to pick a fight honest ... but we do seem to have very different points of view of what we expect from our firends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm still kind of puzzled over the whole situation. This experience showed a whole different side of this person. Maybe it's because I'm naive? If not, I sure feel like it. Also, why bring this up at 8:30 in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to quit doing anything just because someone doesn't like it.  I'm not that kind of person and if he wants that type of person, he needs to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can think of is that he can get glad in the same pants that he got glad in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-4167351001998574655?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/4167351001998574655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=4167351001998574655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/4167351001998574655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/4167351001998574655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-my-goodness.html' title='Oh My Goodness'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-7866631960561761081</id><published>2008-03-05T19:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T19:18:15.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting facts and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Red Sox play in June in Houston! September in Arlington! :-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's supposed to snow tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want a place of my own.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Looking for a job back home (if you know of one where I used to live, let me know.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm back in the traveling mood.  Now, I just wished I had the funds for it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want an amazing kiss followed by...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brett Favre retired. :-(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish a certain person didn't live twenty million miles away, like everyone else does.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm so over J.S.  He's a fool and lost his chance. :-)  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Louie's going on a cruise at the end of the week and I'm not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going home this weekend and hopefully dinner in McAlester!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm broke.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twitter was cool for about 2 weeks and now it's kind of dull.  Maybe it's just that I don't want to feel stalkerish.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss my friend Max who moved back to Texas via New York (not the city, btw).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's funny how when you're in a suburban area, such as where I live, people drive fancy foreign cars, but in the sticks we're too poor to even look at one.  Oh, but we'd pay $50,000 or more for a new dependable truck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Looking back, when it was that time of the month, I so missed Marcus Aurelius.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tonight, Law &amp;amp; Order is on at 7 pm! Gosh, I wish it was on at that time many years ago.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As said in the first thing I said, I'm so ready for baseball season.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OU and OSU play basketball tonight, 'go pokes.'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-7866631960561761081?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/7866631960561761081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=7866631960561761081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/7866631960561761081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/7866631960561761081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/03/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-2314635649212520097</id><published>2008-03-03T19:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:29:11.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Mood</title><content type='html'>I'm not in the mood to blog.  As you know, this is a place for me to vent, but I really don't have anything to vent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-2314635649212520097?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/2314635649212520097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=2314635649212520097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2314635649212520097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2314635649212520097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-mood.html' title='No Mood'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-2606349629735073586</id><published>2008-03-02T15:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T16:20:42.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloudy Skies</title><content type='html'>I'm much better than I was yesterday.  I went and talked to my mom last night.  She's fine with anything that I do.  I just didn't want to feel like a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been craving waffles.  I don't like to make them myself because they're too greasy.  They're much better if someone else makes them.  I didn't want to go to ihop or the waffle house by myself.  So I got dressed and went up to the city and went to the Cheesecake Factory.  I had a gigantic waffle with strawberries, pecans and whipped cream.  Oh my gosh, it was the best thing.  This is a side note, but we were going to a a rodeo in Indiana and stopped in Kentucky - we were coming from Knoxville - I don't even know where this town is or the name, but this little restaurant had the best waffles and iced tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had my brunch, I went to the mall.  We have a mall here, but it's fun just to browse.  My favorite store is Pottery Barn.  I have all these ideas for my future house and that's the perfect place to window shop.  I could've bought a lot, but I don't want a lot on my credit card.  Why would I want a new Coach bag if I knew that I couldn't really afford it?  I guess that's why people have so much debt.  I do have a coach bag, but I bought it when I had a nice job.  I've never been a person for showing off things.  I like nice things, but try to tame it down.  I bet everybody says this, but all of my life, I've had people be jealous of me (especially family that I found out about a couple years ago).  So that's why I haven't been so "flashy," like some other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am this way because my mom is so non-designer, with the exception of Ralph Lauren.  Weird isn't it?  My grandma always taught me about the quality of everything, so I know what is worth something and what isn't and is just marked up.  Also, when I was in school, I was in 4-H and one of my projects was consumer education and all of my electives was business class - how I got to this, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent an hour I think in Sephora looking for the right lipgloss and I finally found it!  I wanted something sheer but not too light.  A lot of the lipglosses were just too sheer and you couldn't tell that I was wearing anything except my lips were shiny.  I also bought some hair products which I had heard about on tv.  I really felt like a country bumpkin because Sephora is soooo cool.  I could look at everything for hours. (That sounds really cheesey.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to read travel &amp;amp; leisure and found my next european trip. *yeah right*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-2606349629735073586?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/2606349629735073586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=2606349629735073586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2606349629735073586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2606349629735073586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/03/cloudy-skies.html' title='Cloudy Skies'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-1885546027957599698</id><published>2008-03-01T11:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T11:17:26.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Between a Rock and a...</title><content type='html'>Gosh, I'm aggrevated.  This one class that I'm taking, it's just driving me crazy.  It's an online class and I think it would be better understood if I took it in real person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'm going to go see my mom and talk with her about it.  I hope she's working over here this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever reads that, just pray for me that this will all get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-1885546027957599698?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/1885546027957599698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=1885546027957599698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/1885546027957599698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/1885546027957599698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/03/between-rock-and.html' title='Between a Rock and a...'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-8483928942394284661</id><published>2008-02-29T18:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T18:42:54.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to Do</title><content type='html'>Gosh, I'm tired.  After I came home, I mopped the floors.  My bed's covered with junk, so here I am sitting on the couch typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On twitter, I found this site, &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/library_mofo/"&gt;http://community.livejournal.com/library_mofo/&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://thesexcarnival.com/"&gt;Viviane&lt;/a&gt;.  I had just read some of it and told her that sounded like my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, my parents are going to the church's dinner.  I hope they remembered.  I didn't call my grandma to see if she was going with them, she's antisocial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always keep forgetting to ask this when I'm home.  I want to learn how to photograph with the fancy digital camera.  Watch it, they'll make me use the old camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google/blogger ain't working but of all things, I'm here typing this blog, go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really hungry.  I had chicken fried rice for lunch and that stuck with me.  I didn't even take a break this afternoon.  Bizarre, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at the game, I was going to take pictures of me and Kesler, but the battery of my camera died! I think it was because I took videos and then keep deleting pictures on the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go somewhere during the summer, somewhere preferably warm with no humidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo@a person that lives on the east coast that works late but I haven't heard from him this week.  Just boo at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that aggrevates me is when someone says that they will buy you something. Maybe it's that I don't trust the people.  I think by saying that ranks up there with, "do you live on a farm? (that's what city people ask little old country me)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so random, but I think I'm the only girl that never blowdry's her hair.  My hair is just too thick to dry it, so it dries naturally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-8483928942394284661?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/8483928942394284661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=8483928942394284661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8483928942394284661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8483928942394284661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/02/things-to-do.html' title='Things to Do'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-3855455516604838304</id><published>2008-02-28T22:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T08:44:49.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning</title><content type='html'>Basketball season is now officially over.  We went to the game last night and our neighboring school lost.  They really didn't play that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to rearrange my room but have no idea where to start.  I also need to buy some curtains because since the sun has been rising earlier, that means I've been getting up earlier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting waffles.  My mom said that I should go to some motel/hotel in the morning and go while they are serving their continental breakfast and eat me some waffles.  How sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that some things that aren't seen in IE are seen in firefox?  Bizarre, ain't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-3855455516604838304?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/3855455516604838304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=3855455516604838304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/3855455516604838304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/3855455516604838304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/02/should-be-sleeping.html' title='Morning'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-2000526699362914950</id><published>2008-02-28T08:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T09:18:42.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Information</title><content type='html'>I woke up too early and of course, in an uncomfy bed.  I feel that if I take a shower, I'm going to collapse from relaxation, that I won't be able to get up.  That's why I prefer to take my showers at night, so I won't be dragging afterwards.  I guess for some people, it wakes them up, but then for others like me, it makes me sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm im'ing on google with my friend k. (not kesler).  I'm telling him the secret to my 'poor man nachos.'  I hope he doesn't give out the recipe, it's oh so secret.  The poor guy's heart was smashed by some girl that took advantage of him.  The girl should've been aware that she was the rebound and now she's busy with school and just wants to be left along. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Note to self: Always be aware of these situations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday he told me to get a rent-a-boy, well if I were rich.  I told him that I knew of one but he lived like 1400 miles away.  This morning, it's still like a running joke.  He said that he was going to look through his paper and find me one and I said, that'll come here!  I told him that he should look for one and he sadly replied that he wouldn't because it wouldn't be Ann, the girl who crushed his heart.  So much for me helping. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the weekend after next we're going to go eat Italian food in McAlester!  I've probably mentioned this before, but I can't wait.  It is oh so good!  We went there last in September, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew Peterson scares me.  Last weekend my uncle told me to call him and he said I'd likely get a response to go on a date a taco mayo. :-(  How scary is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a male friend tell me that they would be scared to scale to that summit of that mountain/hill way back behind us.  Isn't that silly?  At first I thought it was because it was in the middle of nowhere and there are probably mountain lions and rattlesnakes back there, but it was because of the height of the mountain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's like last night driving home in the middle of nowhere.  I thought to myself, I want someone that can at least attempt to fix a fence line, knows how the electoral college process works and everything in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. just said, "just find someone not so...dumb." hahaha That's classic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-2000526699362914950?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/2000526699362914950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=2000526699362914950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2000526699362914950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2000526699362914950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/02/information.html' title='Information'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-2340988787454705723</id><published>2008-02-27T23:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T23:42:05.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward</title><content type='html'>So today, I was talking to the person-I-was-supposed-to-see in DC/VA so long ago.  Yesterday, I mentioned something about the weekend that I went to DC.  I haven't really asked him what happened with him that weekend or the week before and I don't plan to.  What happened, happened.  Anyway, when I got home from work today, he was all wanting to know about my weekend.  I had told him about the Saturday, Sunday and then finally Monday.  Then, I sent him the link to Marcus' blog about the non-breakfast breakfast.  When I was driving home(home), I remembered that I had mentioned something about the weekend in September and wondered if he(the person) had noticed that too.  I'm not really worried about it, that just felt a little weird and awkward to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, I came home this evening.  I don't have to work and hope that the guy at work comes back..he's been sick.  Anyway, I'll be ready if I have to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home this evening and our directv wasn't working! We wound up watching the only local channel that we can get clearly (there), nbc.  We spent the night watching deal or no deal, l&amp;amp;o ci and regular law &amp;amp; order.  I think this is the first time that I've actually watched L&amp;amp;O with my mom.  I've watched it before with my grandma.  I don't have the patience for deal or no deal, but tonight's show was good.  It was probably good because that's the only thing we had on tv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow sometime, I need to go to the bank and cash in my mom's coins at MY bank.  Her bank doesn't have one of those coins for cash machines.  The preacher's wife, Lori, works at the bank and I told mom that I'm going to show her the Dale Jr. Bud bottle that the coins are in. ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on going to the playoff(state) game tomorrow night! My friends are coming up too! It should be a good game even though we're going to see our neighbors, who are arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my mom's she had plain almonds! The other day when I was at the grocery store, I could not find plain almonds.  It seems that all that they had were different flavors of almonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to download my basketball videos.  It's the ones that are on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/elliottsadler21"&gt;my youtube&lt;/a&gt;.  I can save the videos on my mom's computer but not on this one.  I don't know what the problem is.  I could probably figure it out, but as I said before, don't have the patience for it...well at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. o O(I hate not remembering a dang login or password.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, while I was bored of watching one network, I was on the dinosaur dialup looking at maps. I found that one of the hills way behind our house is actually a mountain and I guess is suitable for hiking.  I doubt anyone around here even knows the name of the hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to read other people's twitters.  I'm not nosey (seriously) but I like to think and this is the truth, that other people are living more exciting lives than I am.  The people that I'm thinking this about, probably think the opposite.  You decide, it's only a matter of opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-2340988787454705723?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/2340988787454705723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=2340988787454705723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2340988787454705723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2340988787454705723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/02/awkward.html' title='Awkward'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-6246559374979772976</id><published>2008-02-26T09:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T10:42:20.372-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Sweetest Words</title><content type='html'>Last night, I looked at my telephone because I hadn't got the usual nightly "what are you doing?" phone call from my mom. It was around 9:12 when I looked to see if I had any missed calls. I had seen where my grandma had called at 7:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her back, wanting to know what she was up to. She doesn't usually call me often and I'm usually the one that calls her. I don't call her often because it makes me sad because she misses me. She had said that she had talked to my friend Kesler's mom at her work, (they work together), my friend's mom had said that she was so glad that I had went to their church on Sunday. My friend had told her mom that she wished that she had a friend at church, the way that her mom does. I had no idea that she needed a friend like that. They were so surprised to see me and now I know why. It must have been an answer to a prayer because there I was. When my grandma told me, I started crying. It touched my heart. I don't think anyone's said something that sweet to me before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I have felt that I didn't have any friends because everyone has moved on, got married and had kids. Well, I was wrong. Everybody still need friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I had called several people on Sunday and hadn't heard back from any, well one I did.  Then another sent me an offline message this morning.  He had said that he was unusually busy with work this week and probably wouldn't be online any this week.  He had said that hopefully it would all be over by the weekend.  Let's only hope.  I hadn't heard from him since Thursday night, probably and he usually calls me sometime during the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-6246559374979772976?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/6246559374979772976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=6246559374979772976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/6246559374979772976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/6246559374979772976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/02/sweetest-words.html' title='The Sweetest Words'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-5656860389299269373</id><published>2008-02-25T13:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T14:00:07.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New Day</title><content type='html'>Last night/this morning, I went to bed at 3 am this morning! Last night at dinner, I drank two glasses of pop.  I got a lot of things accomplished in this very long night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 8:30 and did my homework that's due today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's because of the hot food I ate last night, but my sinus isn't even bothering me! My shoulders aren't either.  I think this afternoon, I'm going to crash, due to the lack of sleep from last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had finished my assignment, I got ready and went to the mall.  I didn't plan on buying anything, so I didn't. :)  I'm so glad that every place is getting their spring clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is warm! But, I think it's supposed to get colder as it gets closer to tonight.  Atleast it was warm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to Walmart and buy some stuff to start my garden.  I need to buy some seeds and potting soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people that I called last night, well I still haven't heard from them.  Maybe they fell off the face of the earth?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-5656860389299269373?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/5656860389299269373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=5656860389299269373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/5656860389299269373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/5656860389299269373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/02/brand-new-day.html' title='Brand New Day'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-7240479116198264845</id><published>2008-02-24T10:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T01:22:55.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Me Some</title><content type='html'>With our basketball season over, I wasn't really in the mood for March Madness since OSU isn't so fabulous. But yesterday, they changed my mind. They played #5 Kansas at Gallagher-Iba and beat KU by 1 point. Yes, 1 point! This was a great game! Hopefully OSU will be on a roll after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was pretty good. It was sunny for the most part of the day. When I had left up there, it was about 33 degrees and when I came down here it was 44 and partly cloudy, what a change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this afternoon, I have no clue what I'll do. I need to work on one assignment and I need to dry and wash some clothes. I think I might make some brownies, yes my world famous brownies. I like cooking here better than there because I know where anything is and I'm not afraid to make a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilco is going to be on saturday night live next week! I wish I could just fly up there to see them. Also, I want to see Yarn when I go (if ever it seems) to New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found out that my favorite coffee cup has a chip and crack in it. It's probably because my grandma leaves in the microwave for so long and the coffee is boiling hot, literally. I hope I can find one like this. So if anyone knows where I can find a pink paisley Pank Tobin cup, let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~That was from this morning.  This is from then on.~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;I went to my friends church.  I didn't know that they had a group singing today.  The group was really good.  I was so excited to see my friend.  Since basketball season is over, I never have a chance to see her. (Yes, I know the season just ended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I came home, folded clothes and got all of my belongings together and made the trip back up here.  I stopped by my mom's work and waited until she was off and we talked for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got up here, my hopes were to call someone that lives in this town.  I had spoke with him the night before and he had said to call him to see if he wasn't doing anything, so I did and I didn't get an answer.  I also called several other people who don't even live around here, they were unavailable too.  What's up with that?  Maybe they had all tried to call me when I was in the sticks with no cell reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I didn't wait by the phone.  I needed to go to the store, so I did that and then went to eat.  What I had for dinner was very good!  It was well worth it.  I also made the mistake of drinking two glasses of Vanilla Coke.  It's a good thing that I don't have to work tomorrow!  So, that's why I am up at 1:14 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had went to bed at twelve or around there, I tossed and turn and realized that I wouldn't be able to sleep.  So I turned the tv back on, put my tunes on shuffle and decided to write a few cards.  I prefer this old type of communication, rather than calling someone.  When you call someone, you have to already be prepared of what you are going to say.  With writing, everything tends to come out in whatever is in your head for that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad that I went home this weekend, even if it was overnight.  I wouldn't say that I got homesick, it was just that I felt that's where I needed to be.  Sometimes, there's those weekends were I get so bored at home, but this time I felt fine there.  Maybe overnight is my limit now.  Another thing is that I got tired of this town.  For the past week, it's been sunny, when I work, but yesterday it was 33 degrees and cloudy.  Definitely not the weather for me.  As I was driving south on the interstate, the temperature kept rising until it was 44 degrees and the sun was shining.  The sun definitely makes a different.  Later on in the day, it started to rain, but I didn't mind it one bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-7240479116198264845?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/7240479116198264845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=7240479116198264845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/7240479116198264845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/7240479116198264845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-love-me-some.html' title='I Love Me Some'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-5354828717519775433</id><published>2008-02-22T08:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T12:32:52.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*yawn*</title><content type='html'>Gosh, I feel like I've been ran over by a freight train but lived to tell about it. In the middle of the night, I was awaken by the lovely cramps. I should've taken an ibuprofen before I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, both the boys and girls lost. I'm sad. I know they played their hardest. Now my tuesday and friday nights will be incomplete, especially since there aren't any new Friday Night Light episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to stay here for the weekend. I need a weekend of a good nights sleep. At my grandmas house, I just don't sleep as well, since my old bed is here. I don't like the new bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thinking about it, I think I'm going to stay here tonight and work on school work and then maybe-maybe go home tomorrow sometime.  Maybe they'll throw me a part. (Yeah right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Oliver is on the Today show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ready for spring.  It seems like groundhog's day, over and over again.  Today is weird because I have to go to work at 2:00 instead of 1:00, even if it's an hours difference it feels unusual.  So here I am waiting around to leave.  I am usually packing my bags to head home after work is over, but I'm not doing that today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-5354828717519775433?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/5354828717519775433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=5354828717519775433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/5354828717519775433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/5354828717519775433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/02/yawn.html' title='*yawn*'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-2789167343310849325</id><published>2008-02-20T17:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T12:10:04.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now</title><content type='html'>I've been lazy this morning.  I did do some homework, but I spent the rest of the morning in bed.  It was great.  I did "wake" back up before my alarm went off.  I got dressed and made my "dinner."  I made my sandwich because I have to work this evening.  *Yawn*  That's what I'll be doing tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of cold weather, especially if it's cloudy! It just brings me down.  I can't wait until it's like 75, sunny with no or little humidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when the weather gets better, my shoulder will get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the ballgames this afternoon and evening.  Since I'm working, there's no way that I can go.  I really hope that they win, so that they can play and win tomorrow and then play Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hook 'em horns!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-2789167343310849325?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/2789167343310849325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=2789167343310849325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2789167343310849325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2789167343310849325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/02/bangs-get-out-of-my-face.html' title='Now'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-2223319255313103076</id><published>2008-02-19T09:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T10:41:06.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Day</title><content type='html'>After having a couple of bad days, I think that today is going to be pretty good.  I woke up and my shoulder didn't hurt and even thought I went to bed at twelve, I felt rested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just only wish that my ink didn't run down.  I just put it in there Sunday night.  Maybe I need a better printer?  One that can handle all of this printing that I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was horrible.  My hormones were taking control and not in a good way.  I started missing someone that I shouldn't.  I know that it's alright to miss someone, but how could I tell that person without sounding needy/clingy?  I just hate not knowing what I should do.  I'm not a phone person (I don't have his number by the way.)  I know I could've just sent an email, saying "Hey, just wondering how you are doing, and I hope you're doing great....blah blah blah."  Sometimes there's a right time to send and email to say hello and then there's a time not to, I just felt like it wasn't the right time, although I know he'd be glad to hear from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-2223319255313103076?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/2223319255313103076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=2223319255313103076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2223319255313103076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2223319255313103076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-day.html' title='A Good Day'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-8104917344747034320</id><published>2008-02-18T19:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:22:56.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Love in the Middle of Nowhere</title><content type='html'>So the New Yorker is supposed to be back tomorrow or Wednesday. He was sweet. He actually called me Saturday from Canada. He also texted me. I called him back, then yesterday among my many naps (3 by the way) he called to see how I was doing. It was a very vanilla conversation. He just asked me how the week and weekend was. I thought it was sweet that he actually called to check on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I'm no longer in the mood to go to New York. Don't ask me why. I think it's because all of this month it has been jam packed with stuff, other months are usually so dull and boring. Plus, I'm stressed out and still tired from whatever I had. For you all wanting to know when, I was wanting to go to the first of next month, but I have no clue really. I don't have any plans for next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My documents pasted upside down, so I'm having to print the pages upside down. I'm pretty talented, ain't I? I hope it's just a one time thing. (It is and I'm printing off millions of pages.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning while I was getting ready, I spilled cereal on my printer. When I got home, I had to print some things off, so they printer was acting all crazy. When I got back from the work thing I went to tonight, I cleaned it off with a wet paper towel and it's better, but not as crazy as it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I uploaded all of the songs I have. I'm thinking about getting an ipod. I have no clue on what kind to get though. I asked my friend Louie. I hope he'll say, "well, I'll just buy you one." Yeah right, like anyone would buy me one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought all of my jean buying was over. I need a pair of slim fit Cinch jeans. I told my mom when I get "slim" that I was going to buy me some. I think they are the black label. There's not a western store in this town. Can you believe it? I guess one day, I'll have to trek to Oklahoma City to find my perfect pair of jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I uploaded my videos on youtube! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/elliottsadler21"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/elliottsadler21&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, both love and sad songs are horrible and should never be made or even played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I *heart* Dean Martin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-8104917344747034320?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/8104917344747034320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=8104917344747034320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8104917344747034320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8104917344747034320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/02/lack-of-love-in-middle-of-nowhere.html' title='Lack of Love in the Middle of Nowhere'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-8304242376419923671</id><published>2008-02-17T13:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T13:17:05.093-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><title type='text'>Blah Blah</title><content type='html'>I'm still in a blah mood.  I think it all has to do with the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cramps and then my shoulder hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only plus side in my life is that my hair actually is acting right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-8304242376419923671?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/8304242376419923671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=8304242376419923671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8304242376419923671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8304242376419923671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/02/blah-blah.html' title='Blah Blah'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-7028845325651488307</id><published>2008-02-15T08:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T09:12:45.339-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reckless kelly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vancouver'/><title type='text'>Blahs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the sun went down&lt;br /&gt;You were sitting under someone else’s sunset&lt;br /&gt;And I wasn’t around&lt;br /&gt;And you were wishing that I was a guy that you'd just met&lt;br /&gt;- Vancouver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reckless Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have pms. It's horrible. My uppper back hurts and my shoulders are really tense. Ibuprofen and pain pills are become my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm missing this one person, that I told myself that I wouldn't miss. Does that make sense?  I think it all has to do with that dang pms.  It's too bad that this person lives a million miles away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-7028845325651488307?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/7028845325651488307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=7028845325651488307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/7028845325651488307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/7028845325651488307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/02/blahs.html' title='Blahs'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-2219999322245608203</id><published>2008-02-13T22:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T23:12:12.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you feel like a nut...</title><content type='html'>then sometimes you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should never leave comments when you're doped up on pain medication.  It isn't a good thing and you really don't comprehend anything.  I guess it's similar to drunk dialing.  But, this is the internet and you get to do pretty much what you want and ask anything you want, so it makes perfect sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the big game.  Hopefully the weather will be great, so I can get to the game.  I wish I had a helicopter so I could fly over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I bought a few new things.  I'm glad that I did.  I hadn't been serious shopping in quite a while.  I bought two new shirts, flip flops and a wristlet.  One of the shirts, i'm going to put my transfer on it.  The flip flops are so comfy even though it's not flip flop weather yet.  The wristlet has these black beads on them but one is missing, so I'm going to take the beads off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I had some cereal and then watched the news.  I fell asleep around 6:30 and woke back up around 7:30.  I can't believe I actually slept.  Right now I could go to sleep but that's mainly because I'm taking these pills for my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been printing off papers but I ran out of ink! I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Red Sox don't play in Arlington until September.  Last season, the Sox played in the Rangers opening home game.  I'll be unhappy until alllll the way till September.  I'm definitely going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I had a doctor's appointment.  I found out the main reason why I've lost so much weight.  I was taking two types of medication for my sugar, but mainly for pcos.  When I was prescribed the new drug, my doctor told me that I needed to take it along with the other medicine that I had been taking all along.  After I had finished the bottle of the new medicine, I told my mom that I didn't think I was going to take it any more because I always seemed to have indigestion in the evening, around dinner time.  At my appointment, I told my doctor about my situation and he then informed me that the new medicine also included the old medicine.  That was the reason why my stomach was all messed up, I had been over-prescribed by this certain type of medicine.  Let's all hope that this incident didn't do further harm to my stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I get to see the Kesler's and the rest of the '777's and '265.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-2219999322245608203?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/2219999322245608203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=2219999322245608203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2219999322245608203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2219999322245608203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/02/sometimes-you-feel-like-nut.html' title='Sometimes you feel like a nut...'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-1634874192576102866</id><published>2008-02-11T22:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T23:02:47.830-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>Life in this country...</title><content type='html'>I found out how I've lost so much weight! Well, like 15 pounds.  I was taking too much of one kind of medicine.  I just hope I don't gain it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining! Yipee skippy doo dah! I'm in the living room right now and we have a carport that is sheet metal and that rain sounds so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I really want is a good nights sleep.  Doesn't that sound good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Yorker is going to be in Cana-duh for a week. :-(  I'll keep myself busy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-1634874192576102866?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/1634874192576102866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=1634874192576102866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/1634874192576102866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/1634874192576102866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-in-this-country.html' title='Life in this country...'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-2812239385765079566</id><published>2008-02-11T00:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T00:22:08.289-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jj grey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='janie blooms'/><title type='text'>On a music kick</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TVqyEE9KaWg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TVqyEE9KaWg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a music kick.  I should just go out and buy me an ipod.  I was really hoping for one for Christmas, but didn't get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do need to go to bed. In 6 short hours, I will wake up and head back to a-town.  I totally forgot that I had a doctors appointment in the morning. I was all set to go to bed at 9:30 then I call my mom and she tells me about my appointment. Then on the news, they say the weather is supposed to be bad tomorrow.  Grrr@that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just work on my paper at the good old E.C.U. Then after that, who knows what I'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back up here, I saw some geese flying North! Yippee skippy, that means warmer weather.  They do know more than us educated humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally love this &lt;a href="http://thelatebloomerfinallyblooms.blogspot.com/2008/02/horniness-boyfriend-river-that-came.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, about boyfriends and et al.  As you know, I write way too much vanilla stuff on this here blog, but I don't mind linking to others who aren't so vanilla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-2812239385765079566?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/2812239385765079566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=2812239385765079566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2812239385765079566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/2812239385765079566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/02/on-music-kick.html' title='On a music kick'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-1954185901989603373</id><published>2008-02-10T13:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T13:13:02.975-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>The cat was almost out of the bag</title><content type='html'>I was talking to the New Yorker and he mentioned something about my cafe press site.  I didn't know exactly that he meant that one since he said your site and I automatically thought about this blog.  I was like, which one and he was like, you have more than one?  So, if he's a p.i., like me, then he'll find this, but I doubt it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was so much fun.  We talked about old times from the late 90s to early 00's.  It's great to remember all of those good times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had the largest breakfast.  It was cinnamon rolls, toast, bacon and eggs.  I was telling my grandma about the latest "Las Vegas," which had Terry Bradshaw guest starring.  All of the women were falling all over him because he had the funds.  My grandma was laughing because one of our cousins was in that situation in Mexico.  Then we were talking about what happened to my cousins at Pat O'Briens in NO a couple of years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-1954185901989603373?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/1954185901989603373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=1954185901989603373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/1954185901989603373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/1954185901989603373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/02/cat-was-almost-out-of-bag.html' title='The cat was almost out of the bag'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-3174800577237424906</id><published>2008-02-09T10:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T11:18:37.102-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Papi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baseball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drive By Truckers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>Planning and Overrated Things</title><content type='html'>Love songs are overrated.  Yes, my profile song on myspace could be an example of a love song.  I just love the way the guy sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm planning a trip.  The date's still TBA but I think it will be at the first of March.  I'm so excited about it, but not telling a single soul because things might not go through.  I'll probably work through spring break unless I get the time off (to dig for diamonds).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that the Drive By Truckers were going to be in New York City.  I just checked their schedule and it's going to be March 22 and that's on a Wednesday! I was hoping that they'd be there on a weekend.  They are going to be in Boston on a Saturday either before or after.  I have no need really go to go Boston.  I definitely would if it was baseball season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost baseball season!! Yippee skippy!  I wish I had mlb extra innings, but we don't have dish network.  I'll listen to the games on xm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s194.photobucket.com/albums/z140/Gavo15/?action=view&amp;amp;current=papi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z140/Gavo15/papi.jpg" border="0" alt="BiG PaPi" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on doing nothing today.  I need to go over my groups paper for one class and then start on my paper for my other class.  Tonight, hopefully, I'm going to the basketball game.  I'm also working on a counted cross stitch mouse pad. I need to take a picture of it when it is finished.  It looks like the cross stitched pot holder that I got my mom in Innsbruck. I still have the boot I finished last year here, I don't even think my mom misses it from her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the day would be warm, so I could work outside doing something.  This morning on the Today show, the gardener guy was talking about planting vegetables, more like setting them out.  I need to start some onion seeds.  They are pretty hearty when it comes to cold weather.  I guess I could sit them in the window of the dining room at home.  I think I want to grow tomatoes, onions, peppers and peas.  Squash, like pumpkins sort of take over the place, but not that drastically.  Okra is out of the question because you have to pick it every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a minor vent.  I wish I could run into this certain person that I saw last Christmas(2006).  I think he lives in Texas now.  Why didn't I get his number or something?  I would ask one of his friends but I think she's pretty possessive with him or would be wondering why I want his number.  So, all I can do is hope that I'll run into him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-3174800577237424906?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/3174800577237424906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=3174800577237424906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/3174800577237424906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/3174800577237424906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/02/planning-and-overrated-things.html' title='Planning and Overrated Things'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-8217365113219230005</id><published>2008-02-08T11:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T11:47:59.484-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Finally Friday!</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited! Yes, it's finally Friday!!! Yippee!  I thought this day would never come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I made sugar cookies.  Half of them are pecan sandies and the other are green longhorns!  I made them directly after I got home and after they were all made, I was so exhausted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before work yesterday, I went shirt shopping like I said yesterday.  I found one but definitely need to go back and look some more.  The ones that I do have are getting so old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the whole house to myself, so I chilled in the living room.  I watched my Thursday night shows(well one, Celebrity Apprentice).  I ate some popcorn, that I burnt!  Well, I ate half of it atleast.  Then at nine, I decided to call the New Yorker.  He was sick the day before, so I called to see how he was doing.  He said that he had been on the couch all day resting.  I told him about the popcorn incident and all he did was laugh and told me instructions on how to pop popcorn.  I just told him my excuse was that all microwaves are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After not being able to see my presentations for class, I downloaded fire fox.  I still have ie but I'll probably use it every once in awhile.  After I had downloaded fire fox, it had said that I needed to dl flash, which in ie never told me that I needed to download it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up reading and printing out papers for class.  I think I finally went to bed around one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 5:30 or sometime after the worst dream.  I dreamt that I had forgotten to do an assignment (really, my worst nightmare.)  Thankfully, I didn't.  I decided to read this paper that I was supposed to.  After reading what the people in my group had said, the paper made sense.  I guess it was about 7 when I turned the tv and decided to go back to bed.  I woke up around 8:55 and that was the best sleep that I've had.  I had another weird dream though.  It had Marcus and a few other people I know.  I can't remember what Marcus exactly said, but it sure was something that Marcus would have said.  I'll probably remember it eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to see the Kezler's at the game! I'm so excited.  We always talk on myspace but we'll actually get to see each other.  It's a good thing that the game is tomorrow, because Friday Night Lights comes on tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-8217365113219230005?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/8217365113219230005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=8217365113219230005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8217365113219230005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8217365113219230005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-finally-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Finally Friday!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-8255466533419705186</id><published>2008-02-07T10:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T10:59:14.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>I totally need to go shopping.  I've been buying jeans like crazy, trying to find the perfect pair, but I haven't bought any shirts.  I don't know if I should wait to buy my shirts until it gets more springy or buy them now.  I always hate this time of the year because it's still cold, but spring is on the way.  I know I have posted this before, but I don't know where exactly to shop.  It seems that the plus size is getting too big(which is a good) but I don't know about the smaller sizes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought eggs the other day when I was at the store and haven't used them for.  It's a good thing it's not a dozen eggs but half a dozen.  I'm thinking about making some cookies, I can always freeze what I don't use.  I might just make some sugar cookies and then throw some pecans in a few to make pecan sandies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about making something for the chocolate contest, but I think if I do that, then my Saturday will be jam packed.  I just don't feel like doing a million things and going a million miles in one day.  That's just how I feel right now.  I think it's mostly because I have sinus trouble every night.  I've had this before.  The last semester of my senior year of high school it felt like I had a cold every night and I thought I'd have to go to the doctor in the morning, but by the time the morning came, I would feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I called the New Yorker, but figured that he was still at work.  Then I was going to call him again and then he popped up on my yahoo pager.  We talked for awhile and then he said he was about to crash.  Sometimes you wish you had longer to talk to the person.  Gosh, I wish he didn't live so far or that I didn't.  Like I told him, I tend to like guys who live too far away.  He said that I need to move somewhere else or fly up there.  He's already offered to buy me a ticket there, but this month is short and there is thing happening every weekend(for once).  I told him that it was too early to be going up there(even though I really want to).  If it was any month but February, then I would definitely had went up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Break is next month, but I have no idea what I'll be doing.  I don't know if I'll have to work or what.  I would love to go to Arkansas and dig for diamonds! Who wants to go with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-8255466533419705186?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/8255466533419705186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=8255466533419705186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8255466533419705186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/8255466533419705186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/02/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-6166266619481668785</id><published>2008-02-06T18:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T18:38:42.157-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Rose of Summer</title><content type='html'>Ever since my cold/flu/whatever it was, I've had the worst sinus trouble.  Every day it seems I have a headache.  I needed my mexican fix, so I went to Ted's after I got off of work.  I loaded up on very spicy salsa, it's called like Atomic Salsa, to be exact.  I came home, talked to a few people, read some blogs and had no sense to comment on them.  I was watching E! THS and then I fell asleep and woke back up about 45 minutes later.  The headache was gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied to the paper's I was supposed to for class and now here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to buy some bottled water last week.  I can't stand this water here.  I'm so used to drinking spring water from a well.  I told someone that we got our water (at home) from a spring and I don't think he quite believed me.  I just told him the spring was underground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A popsicle sure sounds good right about now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to think Mike Gundy's hot?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-6166266619481668785?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/6166266619481668785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=6166266619481668785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/6166266619481668785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/6166266619481668785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/02/last-rose-of-summer.html' title='The Last Rose of Summer'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-6473575884404973699</id><published>2008-02-05T09:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T09:30:23.638-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>Today it's rainy and cold where yesterday it was sunny and in the high 70s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I came home and for the most part of the night, my room was hot.  I had put the windows up but there wasn't any cool air, so I tried it again around 9 and there was cool air!  When I got ready for bed, I shut them, but slept pretty comfortable, but kept getting hot than cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for the weather to stay one way and remain that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work from 1pm to 8 tonight.  Fun stuff.  Hopefully it ain't too busy this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today seems like the slowest day on the internet.  I feel like that man on that commercial who has finally reached the end of the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm just afraid that I will run into Simms.  I think I told him the wrong thing yesterday and then sent him an email explaining that I didn't mean what I said even though I did tell him that after I did say what I said.  I think the most part is that I'm worried about his situation, especially him.  He's got himself in a tightspot, but what can I say that will be put in good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I had a case of homesickness.  I'm just ready to go to that boring place that I call home.  I miss my dog.  Yesterday I was wishing that I was laying on the deck getting a tan or underneath the shade on the patio reading a book.  Hopefully the weather will be good, so that I can do that this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the new blogger layout, you can put your labels up on your first page.  I have about eleven million labels describing my different posts.  I guess different bloggers only use a few words to describe their posts, very unlike me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-6473575884404973699?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/6473575884404973699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=6473575884404973699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/6473575884404973699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/6473575884404973699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/02/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-4953410936140431854</id><published>2008-02-04T10:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T11:28:11.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I updated my blog! This is the first time since I've had my blog that I've changed the template.  It wasn't very hard, like it used to be.  You just need to have your template then you drag and droop your links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a phone call around 10 o'clock asking if I could come into work this afternoon.  There goes my free afternoon!  So right now, I'm in the process of getting ready for work.  Before I leave, I hope to go by the craft store and get a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My browser is totally messed up.  One day I get back and it's just not right.  I think it has something to do with vista, so I'm blaming vista even though it probably has nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've registered with Stumbleupon but haven't really used it.  I guess when I get totally bored, I will look more at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5670583-4953410936140431854?l=frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/feeds/4953410936140431854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5670583&amp;postID=4953410936140431854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/4953410936140431854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5670583/posts/default/4953410936140431854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frommissboringtomissbling.blogspot.com/2008/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670583.post-1818193423403693511</id><published>2008-02-03T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:48:28.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>This morning I finally got around about 11-something and went to see my mom.  I really didn't have any effort, so I went as I was.  She's seen me in worse condition.  I think she really missed me.  I finally left around 3:00.  Before I left, one of her co-workers brought us lunch from a drive-in.  It was a chicken basket that contained homemade popcorn chicken, fries, toast and cole slaw.  It was very delicious even though it wasn't warm.  There's probably a drive-in around here but there's nothing like the &lt;a href="mailto:D@iry"&gt;D@iry&lt;/a&gt; Lou at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back and took a nap.  I have no idea why I needed one since I rarely take naps.  I don't know why, but I have to listen to the radio to take a nap.  The tv makes me think and who can drift off and comprehend something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning my roommate said that we were having a few people over for the Super Bowl.  Atleast she warned me.  It was the new guy she's dating and then their mutual friends.  I had no idea that she was dating someone new or that she was finished with the other guy.  I made some pepperoni rolls and I think they were a success.  They ballgame at times were boring but the last part was the best! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have the day off! I have no idea what I'm going to do.  I guess the day is just free for me to do anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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