tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25348066271811632472024-02-20T02:58:14.199-08:00ForeverstrongerA girl that has learned that every day will make her forever stronger...Misskrislynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07702400222407405085noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534806627181163247.post-32516659950479875092011-01-24T11:30:00.000-08:002011-01-24T11:31:18.922-08:00Follow me here!!<a href="http://itskristiecakesbaby.blogspot.com/">http://itskristiecakesbaby.blogspot.com</a><br /><br />My new updated blog following my hopefull side business of making cakes.<br />Enjoy.Misskrislynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07702400222407405085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534806627181163247.post-35125104347703734002011-01-21T13:20:00.001-08:002011-01-21T13:23:55.512-08:00Sweetiepies, Honeybuns & BABYCAKES<div align="center">My two new cakes :) </div><div align="center">They are little ones.</div><div align="center"> </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Randi's Birthday Cake</div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjpRqC5YlGls9ZLJjSS2cVJdf4GbHaSqFBUVoSsKQ6GNAEYnRpapOsJzTE2msAI0jOAVbroZ_g00eYo4hdERmAdQN_bnUqW4I1ttulNiFsSVd880pkW4LUVmXolbzlKMb6C-h7QgtMNZDM/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564752288350577282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjpRqC5YlGls9ZLJjSS2cVJdf4GbHaSqFBUVoSsKQ6GNAEYnRpapOsJzTE2msAI0jOAVbroZ_g00eYo4hdERmAdQN_bnUqW4I1ttulNiFsSVd880pkW4LUVmXolbzlKMb6C-h7QgtMNZDM/s320/photo.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Katelyn's Birthday Cake (Giraffe print)<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkMfqVgg1-LR2M0qSIdr5bOj_vW6t5dxaYw-7Dzy173smbtBvzGMtIBtqddPvAeGjDJczZwGq_2pbWB_9k2P2R1cGG1DN3RC5nUcxEZHRKlcJJa2hxZ5B5tsdf2R37H0jKtyHEy8glFa3N/s1600/katelyn.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564752286739912338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkMfqVgg1-LR2M0qSIdr5bOj_vW6t5dxaYw-7Dzy173smbtBvzGMtIBtqddPvAeGjDJczZwGq_2pbWB_9k2P2R1cGG1DN3RC5nUcxEZHRKlcJJa2hxZ5B5tsdf2R37H0jKtyHEy8glFa3N/s320/katelyn.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center">Red Velvet Cake, fresh <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">butter cream</span> frosting, marshmallow fondant, 6 hours over 2 days, a backache and two food colored stained hands later...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Voila!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I'm much closer to being a fondant professional. Just wait and see, soon enough I'll have that bakery I dream of.</div><div align="center"><br /><br /> </div>Misskrislynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07702400222407405085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534806627181163247.post-5628061666986637832011-01-21T12:41:00.000-08:002011-01-21T13:19:14.712-08:00We live among fools...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAM2UCrkU0jEKWriiZYDRADVeZPZbCGmmOYFJxThxJcb-No3l0C7JOseO9Tq4fOkbMrtBiR1Gs-mpwyoI6uhJaUl1IXOFI94jt05vpQHzYUM9bjdZyIL2TCuRMTmcri9mebRKQMNwv4Mb8/s1600/mlkj.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564751164911815986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAM2UCrkU0jEKWriiZYDRADVeZPZbCGmmOYFJxThxJcb-No3l0C7JOseO9Tq4fOkbMrtBiR1Gs-mpwyoI6uhJaUl1IXOFI94jt05vpQHzYUM9bjdZyIL2TCuRMTmcri9mebRKQMNwv4Mb8/s320/mlkj.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div align="center">We must live together as brothers or perish together as fools.<br /></div><div align="center">- Martin Luther King Jr.</div><br /><div align="center">Interesting how right Mr. King is.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Lately I have been faced with the racism argument. Who is right? Who is wrong? </div><div align="center">No matter what excuse people use to justify it, I still come unglued.<br />Is it really necessary to judge someone by the color of their skin?</div><br /><br /><div align="center">It is really sad to me that I still hear prejudice alive today. Regrettably within my age group... I mean really?? These are the people of my generation!! Teaching their children that it's acceptable to choose how to treat someone based on their ethnic background. That a "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Raghead</span></span>", "Wetback", or "Chink" joke is funny.<br /></div><div align="center">Oh, cant forget the black jokes. Those are the easiest. But it's okay dude...</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>"I was just raised that way. It <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">doesn't</span> make me racist..."</em></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Here we are, supposed to be the most <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">forward</span> thinking generation, making our ways into roles that can make a difference. Changing things, making them right.<br />Were going green, going solo, going gay... And were proud of it.<br /><br /></div><div align="center">I really just hope that one day... we will look at someone and not notice their race and really just see who they really are, as a person.</div><br /><div align="center">I digress.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXT4wV81TPmvGgOoGbRUz8PjNOnDSW8NULVugGiadLK_B5S7jIA8ukF7TD8RkGqJ9qJAknUQe0LRoQ9jqttuNi0uOnR72sW2f8oIGQEFxExI72uB1dMCozibVc6cYvHUGXjpR3af3tPhZ-/s1600/photo.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnDxP-QnbMLBecQ1PxRUED-fydwh8TpinULr2bHhlF9adMmDy8eVd2jitJic9_dVnFgNIVtaILABrA35JfQe-196lA3sWY39uM-TiWRq3BOUGXmfvxO4LDKSlZAqXuCUQKI8x42cvohc_n/s1600/katelyn.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Misskrislynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07702400222407405085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534806627181163247.post-81785514971261696872010-12-09T09:43:00.000-08:002010-12-09T10:05:59.005-08:00Christmas Candy Land at work<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Christmas Cubical Decorating Contest</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">See the game pieces?</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj18UHCCtFhxaFiWgiB4K4yfWGL8OxYDcUC63fmxuwZBHLQp1eRBhwQ1wl4BviHGmmXsyJSjTuk9vlmWH1fyJj-pT6eFf9WlE9mLmjTK1M98wMMpRooq8oD4FkrjHUO5m0DD-Mp3OCu5oDp/s1600/candy8.JPG"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548740990602477970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj18UHCCtFhxaFiWgiB4K4yfWGL8OxYDcUC63fmxuwZBHLQp1eRBhwQ1wl4BviHGmmXsyJSjTuk9vlmWH1fyJj-pT6eFf9WlE9mLmjTK1M98wMMpRooq8oD4FkrjHUO5m0DD-Mp3OCu5oDp/s320/candy8.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><br /></span><div> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">A few bright pieces of foam, some <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Cellophane</span> and glitter...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">A few <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">reindeer's</span>.</span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ySKQBlGwS3eGOAbMpQ1mHiZeFOO2yrK1kUsjLS9JHiyAbTrfaP7hRXP-kA3mjsZXEKU2sYcRU-PtEsIVhRoaRi6CF5dH2ufmaI7FmXl-V2ZgECaivVCobA-ICElj8BbfFyESyibbKlFZ/s1600/candy7.JPG"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548740985547029842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ySKQBlGwS3eGOAbMpQ1mHiZeFOO2yrK1kUsjLS9JHiyAbTrfaP7hRXP-kA3mjsZXEKU2sYcRU-PtEsIVhRoaRi6CF5dH2ufmaI7FmXl-V2ZgECaivVCobA-ICElj8BbfFyESyibbKlFZ/s320/candy7.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><br />Cant go without a couple traditional Christmas trees.<br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb-0aOXDJNxjpFdnnh5Bxomeefw6XWoO9uzBBaOg2u61uOL8dQbFfuRgoYnr446Y-enCqZm124UQ_OLoUWU0Lfkr7O9C-enwyoPLqnXSBhp8sCQeFyge3EZB8FcoC0d1MAa4xwKPFNtxTn/s1600/candy6.JPG"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548740979175729330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb-0aOXDJNxjpFdnnh5Bxomeefw6XWoO9uzBBaOg2u61uOL8dQbFfuRgoYnr446Y-enCqZm124UQ_OLoUWU0Lfkr7O9C-enwyoPLqnXSBhp8sCQeFyge3EZB8FcoC0d1MAa4xwKPFNtxTn/s320/candy6.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mmm</span> Foam and plastic lollipops.<br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzzTd4lsRfvuVG-2fayHTXlaGUlwWbvwsj8gzo9Kl1nBDrOInZXpS8c_C3RU0apDsl3tnwMECAKsMTNm7zry2JoGrtAV1nFIkDWfSxavlfGrVAAgZ65H40pQ7ZYOoiUFrb0te1jHpz-oWv/s1600/candy5.JPG"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548740484890248018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzzTd4lsRfvuVG-2fayHTXlaGUlwWbvwsj8gzo9Kl1nBDrOInZXpS8c_C3RU0apDsl3tnwMECAKsMTNm7zry2JoGrtAV1nFIkDWfSxavlfGrVAAgZ65H40pQ7ZYOoiUFrb0te1jHpz-oWv/s320/candy5.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXXdnEAdQO1zL1M_eHqKUXl2QCkCqLDQTVpueX5bHe9KRdex0LJQqxKfexkSh3V2iWwaH8yCxmdRHAfDDN1MTTtQC8uiDIzCMct-AG51AGwz5ZxZ4FHQdg72qwZG8HvQbZL06Yz7t6xvm-/s1600/candy4.JPG"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548740477721267378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXXdnEAdQO1zL1M_eHqKUXl2QCkCqLDQTVpueX5bHe9KRdex0LJQqxKfexkSh3V2iWwaH8yCxmdRHAfDDN1MTTtQC8uiDIzCMct-AG51AGwz5ZxZ4FHQdg72qwZG8HvQbZL06Yz7t6xvm-/s320/candy4.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><br /><br /><br /><br />Purple is winning.<br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_-neOt2aKsXu2ORsYEf0nU_buqnV7Ym0WJRVagOPBOlIf61dlhczzSTtdBN1n_MxCIHGp5-JUdZ0skaMkMOa5FS4xfMYFpewE97pHQRsmYpi1_nbCGWwP3e_YLXCgzpDX8SiVzxIxa5c8/s1600/candy3.JPG"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548740472979795506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_-neOt2aKsXu2ORsYEf0nU_buqnV7Ym0WJRVagOPBOlIf61dlhczzSTtdBN1n_MxCIHGp5-JUdZ0skaMkMOa5FS4xfMYFpewE97pHQRsmYpi1_nbCGWwP3e_YLXCgzpDX8SiVzxIxa5c8/s320/candy3.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Y8ABlivUJRlXjRqV8LSN0_sLhkPS0ZVC9Z0GMtG9rRS-OcTGhnuUUTNJY-UkAlmbepZyjOYfwUe4SgTxmqX09RAeAdQRQE1h7-xH1XNkfVlFH0tXXvPzrieXfJadKjKSH4Ys0G6euYFY/s1600/candy2.JPG"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548740457749552594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Y8ABlivUJRlXjRqV8LSN0_sLhkPS0ZVC9Z0GMtG9rRS-OcTGhnuUUTNJY-UkAlmbepZyjOYfwUe4SgTxmqX09RAeAdQRQE1h7-xH1XNkfVlFH0tXXvPzrieXfJadKjKSH4Ys0G6euYFY/s320/candy2.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uWzPl-k8EBhR4OEEp9MVw67LE2pO6JGDfM4wDiCYueyxLkkL71nzliIZnnxIpzAGn5K9F2W-J1ISyywjNjAzEe2_Spyy9ET1fDX4KKQ2zeGOtXDIEFwgwKojDhUAePvbM6zyI5nK7hzZ/s1600/candy1.JPG"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548740452999234354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uWzPl-k8EBhR4OEEp9MVw67LE2pO6JGDfM4wDiCYueyxLkkL71nzliIZnnxIpzAGn5K9F2W-J1ISyywjNjAzEe2_Spyy9ET1fDX4KKQ2zeGOtXDIEFwgwKojDhUAePvbM6zyI5nK7hzZ/s320/candy1.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"> Yeah that is my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">desk</span> area. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Ain't</span> it cute? <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rebecca</span> is to my left, and my work wife's desk is on my right.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Misskrislynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07702400222407405085noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534806627181163247.post-71892778526057347832010-10-26T09:20:00.000-07:002010-10-26T09:23:42.574-07:00It's Halloween Month...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwNXmC3Bh1a07zcsiimbKz4k4amFxX5HHmKFIT-bm1SUAzSftAFlsZguBiGappNgQoif6j14j9LbUvgQCTh-ZO4qWWXxMYQ4trGKQ7jRkPzmVxhPcosv4Ux-rnL7XzdYiLFD0vMhGZQiKs/s1600/Copy+of+Halloween+022.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532391112013127426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwNXmC3Bh1a07zcsiimbKz4k4amFxX5HHmKFIT-bm1SUAzSftAFlsZguBiGappNgQoif6j14j9LbUvgQCTh-ZO4qWWXxMYQ4trGKQ7jRkPzmVxhPcosv4Ux-rnL7XzdYiLFD0vMhGZQiKs/s400/Copy+of+Halloween+022.jpg" /></a> What are you going to be?<br /><br /></div>Misskrislynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07702400222407405085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534806627181163247.post-47958448080564826182010-10-19T08:54:00.000-07:002010-10-19T09:01:18.126-07:00Have I introduced you two yet?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFgw6UCUwilU4r5Tmt9h-3OTVPeF5sMyG1nYOgn4w0z3qseAhRJIcU_mkJpPHSuGPf0gUOOHw0nhe0m60ostCp444WvA0G7qsA4bW7qDPMP6J4uE7Jo_6res2t0aPLpeDKqEQSJh6ReAMD/s1600/parker.PNG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529787590075194450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFgw6UCUwilU4r5Tmt9h-3OTVPeF5sMyG1nYOgn4w0z3qseAhRJIcU_mkJpPHSuGPf0gUOOHw0nhe0m60ostCp444WvA0G7qsA4bW7qDPMP6J4uE7Jo_6res2t0aPLpeDKqEQSJh6ReAMD/s400/parker.PNG" /></a><br /><div align="center">Oh, I did?? Well just in case I didn't, This is Parker. My perfect Parker.</div><div align="center">My nephew that I love bunches.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">The end.</div>Misskrislynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07702400222407405085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534806627181163247.post-52538431041560039312010-10-08T09:06:00.000-07:002010-10-08T10:08:23.161-07:00Just the girls.<div align="center">So Gretchen got married :)</div><div align="center">And I threw her a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">bachelorette</span> party fit for a princess.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><br /><div align="center">The Bag I made for Gretchen, as her <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bachelorette</span> gift.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQUZwNj_BlxYCHEYwBIDKgLRNIDi_p50-eJ-k_kzA50cu1RiX1eu25AA-GSRKoYHONLENeL4_aZRv9D_Cm-JIcBQbzleA7pUa2UVDXasJ3Z5MWnV7FMfsjQhbbaXMVPWoOZK9PxrsWL9bz/s1600/bach1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525717372193163714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQUZwNj_BlxYCHEYwBIDKgLRNIDi_p50-eJ-k_kzA50cu1RiX1eu25AA-GSRKoYHONLENeL4_aZRv9D_Cm-JIcBQbzleA7pUa2UVDXasJ3Z5MWnV7FMfsjQhbbaXMVPWoOZK9PxrsWL9bz/s400/bach1.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><br />The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bachelorette</span> herself. Men, back off... she's a taken women now.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr6IiJwpKkbWGXCDbZ0zlBgCyGoWPFMPW_39ADm3tl04f9rGf_gL0zsYpE8aAgYqula6rvC55KNdF5dR789a1WHt0W6nChxleLcZbY3hvPeT9ghqm2Dw3qez8QiIJ5HwdCG87mMtflZwpA/s1600/bach2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525716864762482738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr6IiJwpKkbWGXCDbZ0zlBgCyGoWPFMPW_39ADm3tl04f9rGf_gL0zsYpE8aAgYqula6rvC55KNdF5dR789a1WHt0W6nChxleLcZbY3hvPeT9ghqm2Dw3qez8QiIJ5HwdCG87mMtflZwpA/s400/bach2.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br />The table of goodies for the girls. Including a personalized bottle of wine,</div><div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">coozie</span>, and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">goodie</span> box, and don't think I didn't make the girls wear the</div><div align="center">boas. Because I TOTALLY did.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9lVb0xz7K5F5MftaQE9tQfBul_7MqGZDhhnIg3XgAPY58FF873nlGs8jbSW7_A2oQTUpkK2-xrkoLqGDrEw_-DczZG30fTtxEoUsjB7aMGxRb9MUf2qJwqtY460mM7ERhFTgaGqkDOWPe/s1600/bach3.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525716861302047490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9lVb0xz7K5F5MftaQE9tQfBul_7MqGZDhhnIg3XgAPY58FF873nlGs8jbSW7_A2oQTUpkK2-xrkoLqGDrEw_-DczZG30fTtxEoUsjB7aMGxRb9MUf2qJwqtY460mM7ERhFTgaGqkDOWPe/s400/bach3.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Appetizer time!!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwDVbHnf0jIHScYVX-eLimBJS4Ht5QZQtD9RpouPPepgWMRHju8glu73ssnHcwvouCS7ik5XTbtSSfkhNDMKoHLArVeStAEcEysV1Z3Lc8mHXHGB04JVVWFJ4LaiPK05XdlFHN2jLoBizd/s1600/bach4.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525716855056662098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwDVbHnf0jIHScYVX-eLimBJS4Ht5QZQtD9RpouPPepgWMRHju8glu73ssnHcwvouCS7ik5XTbtSSfkhNDMKoHLArVeStAEcEysV1Z3Lc8mHXHGB04JVVWFJ4LaiPK05XdlFHN2jLoBizd/s400/bach4.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />First shots of the night... And by far not the last.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_69WlAHr1jrkouwYPiiK5WPhpQH9uCQjJ9U-WIdvWzqmzAMbDW6URTBGFz-tFovPimvd6f2JynKaBp2O7cJ2_av4qkH_O-YWev8-Np5Hs7-T7HLybS91_TYJO3WyimcAQ7tWEwXlS5yBW/s1600/bach5.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525716620259655842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_69WlAHr1jrkouwYPiiK5WPhpQH9uCQjJ9U-WIdvWzqmzAMbDW6URTBGFz-tFovPimvd6f2JynKaBp2O7cJ2_av4qkH_O-YWev8-Np5Hs7-T7HLybS91_TYJO3WyimcAQ7tWEwXlS5yBW/s400/bach5.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Drinking game, with my special passion punch.</div><div>(my version of "jungle juice")<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFqEZqf7N-HaO8zHkhr334V-gLprP-3kMYVZxZ6mICEAnpjSdGnxHoapZX6VelG44N1uklbVgwT-5b0y2kE1NhrVB7l1U5Tk7uUnqoh0b_7gIGtbQCxwSLeKuCSNYtBPYqY6bSRVhjpN7e/s1600/bach6.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525716612286661650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFqEZqf7N-HaO8zHkhr334V-gLprP-3kMYVZxZ6mICEAnpjSdGnxHoapZX6VelG44N1uklbVgwT-5b0y2kE1NhrVB7l1U5Tk7uUnqoh0b_7gIGtbQCxwSLeKuCSNYtBPYqY6bSRVhjpN7e/s400/bach6.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You did?!?! No... You never.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3FnXCCiu4csqELKmZuq6Dji-1C_fqfMB6sTL8QFj84CMysiKW348QJQ-7LHwvc4jOcON1PH80Qr-aA1OkmENYqVPXBnZsE6k_iSIaGjGgF0mPWNsKHXS8A8UrQObSxVviFyRfwBr3tdf3/s1600/bach7.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525716612455648434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3FnXCCiu4csqELKmZuq6Dji-1C_fqfMB6sTL8QFj84CMysiKW348QJQ-7LHwvc4jOcON1PH80Qr-aA1OkmENYqVPXBnZsE6k_iSIaGjGgF0mPWNsKHXS8A8UrQObSxVviFyRfwBr3tdf3/s400/bach7.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Stack em up ladies.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj7tJE0C-2Xg-6tRZYErScRCp8Kn_resx38teMBaLC3zuU6K3DbDs4ltdHVnsVGi18nDtH_BYNuwJtZ0gdDfz03bkt7M-fOupQ4yVZdMlf2EcXYMt_SVe_n-SJJMDPXNzn9Q4M-3Meezmf/s1600/bach8.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525716609451265282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj7tJE0C-2Xg-6tRZYErScRCp8Kn_resx38teMBaLC3zuU6K3DbDs4ltdHVnsVGi18nDtH_BYNuwJtZ0gdDfz03bkt7M-fOupQ4yVZdMlf2EcXYMt_SVe_n-SJJMDPXNzn9Q4M-3Meezmf/s400/bach8.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Out and about in downtown.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghNTobJ2yPIV7hmllNWt8wo-VaCmKR2bJsp2OrTIx1AGny3DxgRtUtfW88R2Zygkz_uKRTO1v1u6voXIWvOKj_aDCHuQMM4YIhCW-Q1kOX05T87MwCLb65u8Q7OlkvxkZBR5vVZ6HazcqV/s1600/bach9.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525716603715257922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghNTobJ2yPIV7hmllNWt8wo-VaCmKR2bJsp2OrTIx1AGny3DxgRtUtfW88R2Zygkz_uKRTO1v1u6voXIWvOKj_aDCHuQMM4YIhCW-Q1kOX05T87MwCLb65u8Q7OlkvxkZBR5vVZ6HazcqV/s400/bach9.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Badlands, the most amazing gay club ever.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEharRqvs_7Gaaf112bR7Prsh2-nBkWEdDVFSlFqtOM23CcBc0FQRBnuoAFmekUblnxPzKVBSTU13VAQKWILK8SyPyJdUV9vjdg6fdb77VEb_qWYEOe68-7Ay9AYOLsGnzySIukhiiDbe4OV/s1600/bach10.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525713942904005314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEharRqvs_7Gaaf112bR7Prsh2-nBkWEdDVFSlFqtOM23CcBc0FQRBnuoAFmekUblnxPzKVBSTU13VAQKWILK8SyPyJdUV9vjdg6fdb77VEb_qWYEOe68-7Ay9AYOLsGnzySIukhiiDbe4OV/s400/bach10.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We had such a fun night. These girls are the perfect group of friends to go out with. Everyone is laid back and is just there to have fun. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> so lucky to have such amazing women in my life. I only hope I can get them all together again for a ladies night. I mean, look at them... Who <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">wouldn't</span> want to take them out? Its a good <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">lookin</span>' group of girls.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtatKyF_QqgTYRim37PV4kgO0CuHLIigURcv4wOOtIx-H8sxNDnOGwKaJJmrKgdT9v2fUu5kn7J_vISzozLTm-tXvb4SZBMZc9oZ34hwh9fXIkw_a4uJO4xrRuvxwCzr1LNmnqAFxIGlXk/s1600/bach9.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjde7e0QKFNDUXHMyJRXDnAcaxGxuhA5BCrzrcdTVR0eUHCWCbTMQtVnwpx2lPbbfWnD5MIJgUShMnzNWJlhbCynyQsd3l70D1u_YAV5frk9S01-0z1lqCdhCl2rki_ZelaGgY3sZjU8ifI/s1600/bach8.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhps3zwbo61dL_7_OcEqDRh5CnZluG45F7CABJeLtLpX10zwbHJfs1X28AVkfj_3hIB7WCBspgrfR6AB1UASjUeVwdeZCFfCUtfY9WTby4cJkgoYLnXfGCkb7uT5F1thTnm-QOJNJi0oqBm/s1600/bach7.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfE4tpY8OBggAtYNwzEirKEfISPrsoEZ-a_ysfEzk6oB9a8ViJJ8NR4VZIsCxOxOVnCQ20aREnA7V9fsot79JWaxHOuNYhe8tGS9feJOVO1vewdL4PgJM6Rjt0a8JRC-7_Rl7IdVDD8T2f/s1600/bach6.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Misskrislynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07702400222407405085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534806627181163247.post-69570288835978515832010-08-25T13:22:00.000-07:002010-08-25T13:47:20.996-07:00Company Picnic<div align="center">A few images from our event in Sunnyvale CA.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc-9tv7kLJEPpTyLTRUi_kwYDHCFv-Nbey5CorZeIF4xh25jx1qNps1iXE7Qa8pHMLxqt4aBeWUPtM3QnpI1l8C_fxl33BUVriDckvE-_el6TBo3FS-TmloED0zj3HhqeqX72cXBVmSjMa/s1600/picnic11.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509450654790751826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc-9tv7kLJEPpTyLTRUi_kwYDHCFv-Nbey5CorZeIF4xh25jx1qNps1iXE7Qa8pHMLxqt4aBeWUPtM3QnpI1l8C_fxl33BUVriDckvE-_el6TBo3FS-TmloED0zj3HhqeqX72cXBVmSjMa/s400/picnic11.JPG" /></a> Getting ready to do relays.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwc3bOw0_i2DSzl9GpVx98FBiTonS0hZk0vUB2b2jj9M3paQ_dJRnRABqFwFwsaUkc1CMkInaBdWmRA4s_pbS-5p74mFpDccgntQp81_9XGqtq6dewljpWUzSFlQyWZKbFIAsV-tkOKtyz/s1600/picnic9"></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt7G0BS9I9tdbjZq6gR7uJta_h8_-JnhnkvRqpFzrn6H15ExWCUU4rjw6ch2e06uWsmbyck2iYN1QWMy1y15E192DxSsEZQPIXRrmp7EdRkWSQrN2uVOY7Pmp9-1stIj10zyTtCkU1Bdkx/s1600/picnic"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509449745022603858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt7G0BS9I9tdbjZq6gR7uJta_h8_-JnhnkvRqpFzrn6H15ExWCUU4rjw6ch2e06uWsmbyck2iYN1QWMy1y15E192DxSsEZQPIXRrmp7EdRkWSQrN2uVOY7Pmp9-1stIj10zyTtCkU1Bdkx/s400/picnic" /></a> My Sheldon & I</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509450372985974274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4bbXGJqU5t0n149LXsxakYMAHCmY1HyPMAukejAAsdCYr3whGrDXlJuQQojjpS2RI3m-9zlwm99VG_s70LgIxQ6PIbnsrwMSsS4-sJ2w9Nd1MUnaR90yeK5hDiOCcLHw309s9pdByk3FJ/s400/picnic10" /> Jason, Ben & Jake</div><div>(The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">smokin</span>' hot <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">LISI</span> men)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirpmTTNi9WP8R3absIHpfp8bqmEqWAfGSa2Yr6ZK3jj22ryg0iiQDdeb7cB98XcD0HQFIWw_0hSXdtzuljEgUuJmIjBpCg8Q_jaAENH-K_QSatGbV9OYYIiUGx_-hV6pvaTQG5CH8NZxOf/s1600/picnic5"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzDEUM-83Jen3rfks3f4D820XMx8aYeuac_f3CnC_38TGMZI206-cGU-nwWy_ovwhENwOVdIYxs-fU07dbs-4-V0cYdwICCz3m8LhH4rKeIZJ_ap_x5XXYpxS7HTtp9vBfhXgPHouytPMh/s1600/picnic5"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509449730813392786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzDEUM-83Jen3rfks3f4D820XMx8aYeuac_f3CnC_38TGMZI206-cGU-nwWy_ovwhENwOVdIYxs-fU07dbs-4-V0cYdwICCz3m8LhH4rKeIZJ_ap_x5XXYpxS7HTtp9vBfhXgPHouytPMh/s400/picnic5" /></a> My Manager Denise<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ8LZVtpHyRlBmJLA8mAgO7ZYiEeZYSoIxcn2KHnCuG1-FOtdukjxoZFlB949VfzjcKny1j8_L-uh5Lt90DQAW2HE46yE0C-fstqSRJYjqrtk-SjCCXvmB-TUDmbvN5wYKiojRtY2AfCrb/s1600/picnic2"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509449724346863810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ8LZVtpHyRlBmJLA8mAgO7ZYiEeZYSoIxcn2KHnCuG1-FOtdukjxoZFlB949VfzjcKny1j8_L-uh5Lt90DQAW2HE46yE0C-fstqSRJYjqrtk-SjCCXvmB-TUDmbvN5wYKiojRtY2AfCrb/s400/picnic2" /></a> Jason again (he's one of my favorites)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ0zuv6yQZFxWosHna3by8L2cNLAT5JQwVM6AXhwSO_Q0auQX0FwEKgu-SAid6dzoiXa4ITp1XHwP-c-EArM6dVfRMKP7VTRmHGGvVxc7vmEvpx-oc2CvpB8yjUJktM51zF2Y1acaO-2m_/s1600/picnic8"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509449258125090370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ0zuv6yQZFxWosHna3by8L2cNLAT5JQwVM6AXhwSO_Q0auQX0FwEKgu-SAid6dzoiXa4ITp1XHwP-c-EArM6dVfRMKP7VTRmHGGvVxc7vmEvpx-oc2CvpB8yjUJktM51zF2Y1acaO-2m_/s400/picnic8" /></a> Kicking butt in the relays.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>It was a fun event with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">face painting</span> and kids games, a bounce house that was a hit with the kids as well as the adults. The food was great, and the company was better. It was a beautiful day in the bay area and I am so glad I attended. I was pretty bummed that there were so many people that complained about having to drive too far so they <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">didn't</span> go. I say Bah Humbug. It happens once a year so stop your whining. But the more time I spend with my office the more annoyed I get with the complaining and whining. Oh well... to each their own. Enjoy your <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Wednesday</span>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Misskrislynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07702400222407405085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534806627181163247.post-32890547057188424612010-08-20T09:12:00.000-07:002010-08-20T09:42:15.764-07:00Foreverstronger.<div> <br /><div><div align="center">When I first wrote this blog, it started after a saddening break up. I needed an outlet, somewhere to vent where I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">couldn't</span> be judged (well i guess I can, but you can just close the window if you <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">don't</span> like what <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> writing, the little "X" button in the corner of the screen is a beautiful thing <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">isn't</span> it?)</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center">Back to what I was saying... Never did I know that this blogging community would be such an ongoing interest of mine. I love reading blogs, it's nice to see what people share. </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center">When I titled this blog "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Foreverstronger</span>" I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">didn't</span> know how much that title would come into play. Not every day have I become stronger, some days I feel have made me weaker,older,wiser,sadder... and more <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">disappointed</span> in people as human beings. Above it all, I can look back and truly say that I have become forever stronger. I have learned how to forgive others, forgive myself and make better choices. I have created incredible friendships <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">acquaintances</span> and met new relatives. We had a family reunion at the end of September, that was amazing... meeting so many wonderful cousins.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">And if I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">hadn't</span> mentioned that I got this little man at the beginning of the year. He is 6 months today and it has been the best 6 months I could ever ask for.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507530275007788002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKv5Rwn2VpJPiYY8J4TGqJm21MerxyEgVgkCFc54Qyx2tfmPSlnzappPq3YpLvxoa5_Iuak3uzlYuUOHO4MVrewrINiMrQW6oynY2Ty8ZwxyjdReUNGR-1okhgu5Ol4PYERrCliT88kvNi/s400/summer5.JPG" /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">My little sister came to visit me, and we took her out to her "first club".</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507530261887883074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGg_25XlR3qQfnnNdJOnXTryyha8LJXxyNxpFN_ORyN19u1DcboneoGS6R53DbVxCXMQkrn_sUIjjwQeBeL7AvwWxXR4hDpRCT7GCvUKO-BQL8lmtSLQrGaCV_xf-4lpWZOF3MxyBNTOYl/s400/summer4.PNG" /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Bekki is getting married. She's one of the many of my friends taking the jump this year. We had an amazing cowgirl themed <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">bachelorette</span> party with a mechanical bull and everything. I have video to prove it. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Shhhh</span>.</div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507530244758480082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRFT9Foo6JHkkBuuH1gO2JLopmaisYwom4qvG4DQsgt3hibZWzL4NnEbEZo1PI04oOuo2LQ-spkzrSxC4I2H2BeJ-yfNrnCwbxitA-Uuef-sKYqS9r-6cxX9lL-zmATq3Zx_MUb5h6dm1z/s400/summer2.PNG" /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">A night out with the girls. Ive always had a bucket list for my 20's. This particular night 4 of my favorite friends helped me fulfill #4 on my list. Walk home drunk and barefoot. The barefoot part happened right after we ran <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">thru</span> sprinklers in our nice dresses. I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">couldn't</span> have asked for a better night.<br /></div><div align="center"> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507530251154991458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYi_IQb_tg8xjTejx-dlE35cANuUL-4BQIRqX03cGmwGonlqm2HhvORwP5TVlmkeYx7ewVfM25FcCO1mPrPF9c3b6u11oeQ6u1hh6zjFO38QoRBYaEZYUE1QW4Ru5lRd0jIHaZGacy3l4f/s400/summer3.PNG" /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Summer <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">bbq's</span> at the "brothers palace". </div><div align="center">This is Irina and Megan, pretty much the most chill girls ever.</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507530235262657698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd7A5X1k0d9B9mNk9mK44lLHsrR9RshufZ7bitF3LeWu2PGKTBzdU3yXygajL9Fz0pxoMPxyoiuw7KOzAgo1ESh0VzfALAF9FC2MFDGsoNxyXKkii7w_BnJki7L4eIVrUoJ8LVbURUC9JD/s400/summer1.PNG" /></div><div> </div><div align="center">I live a charmed life.</div><div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> happy.</div><div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> okay.</div><div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> secure.</div><div align="center">And <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> Forever Stronger.<br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div>Misskrislynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07702400222407405085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534806627181163247.post-65337647795153185802010-08-16T14:26:00.000-07:002010-08-16T14:53:22.181-07:00Diamonds & Diapers<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506123812876557330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8rOLxSKhJvlOYAEdcFvbSfZ5cxMkTcOR6WahnqgK0nBbQzJfUm6XKv_ZuXbWU4q5C2wAeuX2hpOPPa-zsFzxVh-xSf5Rz3RZB6PS1cK0dOzTIwKmq8wSMb-c_o1Zde6xszPkn6RhYC-Bm/s400/weddingring.jpg" /><br /><div align="center">Seems like lately more than half the people I know are buying houses, getting married and having babies. Is it weird that now <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> starting to get the itch? More for marriage I guess than kids.</div><div align="center">The whole marriage thing freaks me out on one hand, it's like signing a contract for one person for the rest of your life. Is that what I wanna do?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> Um, Yeah... Kinda.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I always <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">fantasized</span> about the white dress, the flowers, the dance with my Dad.</div><div align="center">Also, I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">fantasized</span> about owning an Ice cream truck when I was 5. Not all fantasies come true.</div><div align="center">Now being married is something I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">didn't</span> start taking seriously beyond my colors and my cake flavor, until about a week ago. It is now that I'm feeling like I would really like to be "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">someones</span> wife", and eventually "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">someones</span> mother".</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I know I would make a great wife. I hope I would make a great mother, and not try to rhinestone my child's arms and legs because I could... but nurture and help grow a beautiful human being... All with the help of my future husband of course.</div><div align="center">Now the house? Probably not going to happen for me any time soon. I seem to always be broke, always be living from paycheck to paycheck, aside from stripping I am not sure how I could stack some cash, without the help of someone investing with me, and that would be a husband, not a sponsor. Sponsor's usually require special favors and I havent become <em>that</em> desperate yet.</div><div align="center">We can revisit that in a year. Ahem. Kidding. <em>Maybe</em>.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I don't know if this is meant for me soon, but I hope it happens sooner than later.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">My name is Kristie and I think I want to be married, and Im lucky to have that right.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Misskrislynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07702400222407405085noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534806627181163247.post-44414979601499494232010-08-11T08:30:00.000-07:002010-08-11T09:39:54.720-07:00Finding My creativity again...<div align="center">Crafting is my passion.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">I grew up with a Father who could make something out of nothing, or fix anything that was broken with a little bit of patience,some kind of tool and some adhesive.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">My mom taught us all the possibilities of glitter and Elmer's glue. She made us dresses, she made us matching bows... My wardrobe up to the age of 7 or 8 was completely made by my Mom.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Crafting has always been my past-time. I love scrap booking (sooo expensive) or making favors.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">I posted some pictures of a few recent projects below.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">My Sisters Wedding Centerpieces<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504187753869172610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrzZqe5LISz4QGz8_ybzvdr6ur0ZM0m3v-7OFBqSRGGUMRuwc4JHPsnRoJGW0isjU8w4qay0-gcNQRBRFSLPlvudn8Ykvvtzoq7XHjrZWPhIsmYSVtlFQMOEQlbHDUCXNQ679cFnhwPmI3/s400/craft3.PNG" /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk6V9Sc7I_YnwA3zFBf5ddWzHrxTxn5OsbC4bCG8I_mz7IeS8dDVJoSGqNsOtvwRPws04ZK4SIbsRSqLBcWXSlPM-ugXwTOE14dpD5aQEdnc3pRQMJdL40x5h6vSKekJ5rzgauLYoG42C7/s1600/craft4.PNG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504185922195376610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk6V9Sc7I_YnwA3zFBf5ddWzHrxTxn5OsbC4bCG8I_mz7IeS8dDVJoSGqNsOtvwRPws04ZK4SIbsRSqLBcWXSlPM-ugXwTOE14dpD5aQEdnc3pRQMJdL40x5h6vSKekJ5rzgauLYoG42C7/s400/craft4.PNG" /></a><br />Constructed our of card stock... Boxes adorned with my coworkers Initial and filled with treats.</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiELJaXnlk-dRwF78Vxpi8a5KY9vVGS8YJaOEaYWeUSJyzX5AjXKeDQyJx9fUTKFse61v1XhKggea36V-PogmzG0Ct59UgqQTgCwKZ-NL2Ajpfmb6bc0oqqkimk3zPvliTTlIhz15DmbL0V/s1600/craft2.PNG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504184582888447010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiELJaXnlk-dRwF78Vxpi8a5KY9vVGS8YJaOEaYWeUSJyzX5AjXKeDQyJx9fUTKFse61v1XhKggea36V-PogmzG0Ct59UgqQTgCwKZ-NL2Ajpfmb6bc0oqqkimk3zPvliTTlIhz15DmbL0V/s400/craft2.PNG" /></a><br /><br />Bridal Shower gift for Erin, A basket of camping supplies.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrk7TndJDOIXaxmbrrsuIaGsJ0aHLc7DAv7YGZDEtOO5AsylAgsczIQUwIhweF6c3ykx70jEvrqhkpXZexro9u5rYgi2u4iR33cq0hrz16CrU1MHpqzxLt2T8UThNjkbEehZeboxG7wB8g/s1600/craft1.PNG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504183764038313154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrk7TndJDOIXaxmbrrsuIaGsJ0aHLc7DAv7YGZDEtOO5AsylAgsczIQUwIhweF6c3ykx70jEvrqhkpXZexro9u5rYgi2u4iR33cq0hrz16CrU1MHpqzxLt2T8UThNjkbEehZeboxG7wB8g/s400/craft1.PNG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div>Then there is my true passion.</div><div>Sugar, Flour and Piping bags.</div><div> </div><div>My love for making cakes started one day when I wanted to make something fun, that I could give to my greatest friend at the time Hayley. I stopped at Michael's and when I walked down the cake isle, my eyes lit up. I just knew that this was what I wanted to do.</div><div> </div><div>Cake making is a craft that you perfect with time. It also requires a lot of tools, a good oven, a better recipe and A LOT of patience. It can get semi expensive when you make everything from scratch, which is what I started doing (Except my first two cakes)<br /></div><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div>My Very First Cake for Hayley's 22nd Birthday<br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504176195934316530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7z7Z0y7qtI-1c0xEM7MxufuI5wOsGfvxGaBm6jm4fPDddkmXq0ojWKAzyJkl2FxgBw2BIH3O8G_y0pwOtnKbSYdvNpPSc9wwSYw2mYnSgsqWKXpTP1QQ0rm5Gi_gsuHBruDFk2jKpvEJf/s400/friendschristmas+011.jpg" /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>My Second Cake - 4th of July 2006</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504176881124279330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHzV6N8MrTbHVfH4r4aWYOFoKic3p5heM1TGn51WLBJ70p7k1Ez4sbg8tA3CBZ6kFaf8unHjMd8GWnXNtTPRCROquvx5cRdG2ePW3A17PeUdlGxuAZeGxl_QtA1hMtA5phGVPkd8c7tOAw/s400/cake3.jpg" /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Birthday Cake for Susie who we nicknamed "Princess" 06'</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504180321367529394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ru4Do_oow1sQFxKxd1Z5lt8TxwL5jLxyB6mF-k98kID5r17OlUEH8IHrZqh1c0nOKfsh6VQ2yFGlhH79DNHwkSWlF4EIXBFh_ppZAEMktPLbtkImXjj-qdarcSLOtd8Yy5cUGO3IefBx/s400/Easter+006.jpg" /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Rob & Jen's Birthday Cake 07'</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwDfg1CxyGG3YywHTTL7NzxpsmP1gcy1yahi_yhLv5fjNWXIJQ_2ZuFgnweega01dpQXgCRTwETo3bWZ0l65r1nd-vj05i2lbQeCB3qmhJiBtAey5SM29F5RLktVmJ0FofQ7kFG4-Gi37G/s1600/ladies24+025.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504176321586733570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwDfg1CxyGG3YywHTTL7NzxpsmP1gcy1yahi_yhLv5fjNWXIJQ_2ZuFgnweega01dpQXgCRTwETo3bWZ0l65r1nd-vj05i2lbQeCB3qmhJiBtAey5SM29F5RLktVmJ0FofQ7kFG4-Gi37G/s400/ladies24+025.jpg" /></a> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>April's Bridal Shower Cake 07' </div><div>Also, this was my first time making fondant.</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504179950219826738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4i7jIO5mtm-yGYYV6jXfPXrMWFYPEbf9KD7Yg-DJ4m65_Qn03XhTAtNUQmQaTQcshk9skTMywa4S0a07ZyU9ldNfi0sf208e1KKjhReo0lzuC9v0mE8X-i_2-39mjUTjNz1q9LcUjljQR/s400/ladies24+032.jpg" /> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>My Sister's Baby Shower Cake 09'</div><div>-Spray food colored stars and black dust make the cake a little dark looking.</div><div>It was "Potty like a Rock star" themed.</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504181447430259218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDfvDR-y9qnTXm75_8sencl3ZLy7SJN1JScdYTTecKUWyh60d1bh-QDwyCGi_b2Hxhg6CiRJD85ydal0wGg2KoGyu_zTxkdvoXHFz3jfUfq0Xh4vsy8u2wd7ic1TYKIzkijAi3T9u6umfL/s400/rr8.JPG" /> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>My Beautiful Baseball Playing Boyfriends Birthday Cake</div><div>2010</div><div> </div><div>Icing a round object was the most difficult thing Ive ever done.</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504182673375291010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw4Sj6ZP3NGEA4yME9EK0N_XSDyKwQ7ZsP-VQVDPu4OmFdoZDuZB-CNPmq6WhJUhxrq6L56XvWlo-KOBPeVHKfg2OxS0fCu3aswq6L3l9bMIsvIW9b2zeruWUA0QBbqLhxx9FReOrLCoBm/s400/cake2.PNG" /> </div><div>These are just a few of my Cake Creations.</div><div>Looking at these cakes makes me want to go home and make one after work :)</div><div> </div><div>Thinking on it last night, I wish I could just quit my job and go to culinary school in Napa. I want to learn the art of baking and pastries. My dream is to own a bakery one day.</div><div>I just don't know if that can ever happen.</div><div> </div><div>I feel like I would need to step out of my comfort zone and go for it, if I ever wanted it to happen... But how do you leave a full time job, when you have bills to pay? How to you really go chase your dream when you have responsibilities, and payments and credit cards and leases... Not forgetting no money in the bank. I was watching Oprah last night and she had a few people who had just chased their dreams and are now living their dream life, with their dream job. These people would just look into the camera and say "Just go for it! Chase your dreams!!" Um, Okay... Ill "Just go for it!" - If chasing my dreams means I may be without a roof over my head or without a car, and in major debt, I feel like its just not worth the risk?</div><div> </div><div>What do you think? How far would you go to reach your dream? I know sitting at a desk from 8-5 is not what I was hoping to be doing at 26. Don't get me wrong, I'm very grateful for my job. I have incredible hours, benefits, counterparts. Not to mention a 401k and no micromanagement.</div><div>Should I just be mediocre? Do I just live with what I have and be happy with that?</div><div> </div><div>*Sigh* Maybe Duff or the Cake Boss will read this, come knock on my door and take me away.</div><div>Until then, I think I better get back to work.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Misskrislynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07702400222407405085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534806627181163247.post-90103961575678295422010-08-09T13:28:00.000-07:002010-08-09T13:37:37.855-07:00If I die young.<p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p align="center">"If I die young, bury me in satin... Lay me down in a bed of roses"</p><p align="center">Each day we wake up and do our normal routines. One thing I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">don't</span> incorporate into my routine is being thankful for each day that I do get to have.</p><p align="center">Ive heard this song before, never really listened to the lyrics but always thought it was pretty.</p><p align="center">Today I looked up the video, and had to share.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NJqUN9TClM&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NJqUN9TClM&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object></p><p align="center">I don't want to forget what a blessing each day is. I know that its easy to get lost in the hustle and bustle of everyday life, a full time job, a commute... chores, finances... All those things that tend to get stressful. Then i think, I would never want my mother to have to bury me young. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> going to be absolutely more grateful for each day, and maybe try to live a little less stressed. Life is a beautiful thing, and I am living another day of it. Thank goodness.</p><p align="center"> </p>Misskrislynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07702400222407405085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534806627181163247.post-78839779480359712582010-08-05T14:48:00.000-07:002010-08-05T14:50:30.772-07:00Not much to say today.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9GbvqGBfH7Xwi3ygcwF-WyeRYFdyqt0NaeHKKlD9Jx0zRU_K1QTuxWW_gaBkw1aqhqaLa4xENPd2GT_2uWu7kTCjq7HuHaovKsX_rz9nIBUex1ZyOKULqMrziYKm1SEZD3XsrspoeXcaA/s1600/Blog+028.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502046248862594706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9GbvqGBfH7Xwi3ygcwF-WyeRYFdyqt0NaeHKKlD9Jx0zRU_K1QTuxWW_gaBkw1aqhqaLa4xENPd2GT_2uWu7kTCjq7HuHaovKsX_rz9nIBUex1ZyOKULqMrziYKm1SEZD3XsrspoeXcaA/s400/Blog+028.jpg" /></a> So I'll just make a funny face.<br /><br /></div>Misskrislynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07702400222407405085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534806627181163247.post-29652925463265135712010-08-04T09:22:00.000-07:002010-08-04T09:25:18.271-07:00My Nephew.<div align="center">He's my perky little perfect Parker.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOsAcEQLlV0qZ8YUcXnLJP8H3cadexJA4u2Dj_rriHGjRoESeE13hTGgLUBEbcautjSM3R9oI2qqI8kqFhENXIe4YbLSDo7ffMicm1iRAXvmJhM-F3SQKiFtEcO8JY0kD-xBXPLJSFKbIJ/s1600/blog10.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501591140319124482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOsAcEQLlV0qZ8YUcXnLJP8H3cadexJA4u2Dj_rriHGjRoESeE13hTGgLUBEbcautjSM3R9oI2qqI8kqFhENXIe4YbLSDo7ffMicm1iRAXvmJhM-F3SQKiFtEcO8JY0kD-xBXPLJSFKbIJ/s400/blog10.JPG" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div align="center">And his smile is the best birthday present ever.</div><div> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgguuroTzZMT2brspZAzVbpPuEMc1_9M-FQAEPr1AvlyQN0N1sI_7VJvUApuGh4MQaqA8-RUUrOQqQ5nkQRcFdZxVRrCSXRuLmMgKLrSXO6QRLmXZgUQQx9End1tQ4XnxVyLF7hWf3G-cKG/s1600/blog9.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501590882697836722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgguuroTzZMT2brspZAzVbpPuEMc1_9M-FQAEPr1AvlyQN0N1sI_7VJvUApuGh4MQaqA8-RUUrOQqQ5nkQRcFdZxVRrCSXRuLmMgKLrSXO6QRLmXZgUQQx9End1tQ4XnxVyLF7hWf3G-cKG/s400/blog9.JPG" /></a> Is it weird I want to just make out with him?</div><div align="center">No <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">tongue</span>... Just lots and lots of kisses all over his face and belly?</div><div align="center">Hes perfect, did I mention that?<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Misskrislynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07702400222407405085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534806627181163247.post-51089406260506461452010-08-03T14:15:00.000-07:002010-08-03T14:37:31.058-07:00Let me tell you 'bout a man...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKj9nrT2R1ic0L-LHi_FYMlmndF37bvsC0dylHDNFU-P_h4y2sa6-p_IC_jpC9IgmhzjxOQ56-uAZ1TtKcHK3M_Wdanban3gyTQS4Wvyd4mbF9vxgBX8fkgWoErg2rdh3aq98r8ID0fpxn/s1600/blog2.PNG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501299449531611266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKj9nrT2R1ic0L-LHi_FYMlmndF37bvsC0dylHDNFU-P_h4y2sa6-p_IC_jpC9IgmhzjxOQ56-uAZ1TtKcHK3M_Wdanban3gyTQS4Wvyd4mbF9vxgBX8fkgWoErg2rdh3aq98r8ID0fpxn/s400/blog2.PNG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipxCMVBN97ng8K26LQsI0Pa2yxxqF4P5c0ajhILZL46USNi4kc_IW7k4w6BQgJdaKadLDCkPMMtIGgGiwhkJQF3XWRjMY0HCuIi9_1g1AT5J6ZneLSOy783f8NfR71JiJB7rc6RrJeGdWY/s1600/blog1.PNG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501299322019440946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipxCMVBN97ng8K26LQsI0Pa2yxxqF4P5c0ajhILZL46USNi4kc_IW7k4w6BQgJdaKadLDCkPMMtIGgGiwhkJQF3XWRjMY0HCuIi9_1g1AT5J6ZneLSOy783f8NfR71JiJB7rc6RrJeGdWY/s400/blog1.PNG" /></a> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> pretty sure he is perfect for me.</div><div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Thru</span> ups and downs, this is the first guy who I feel truly understands who I am as a person,</div><div align="center">and if he <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">doesn't</span>, he makes sure he tries to.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I feel like an adult with him.</div><div align="center">A girl with a purpose.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">He is always concerned, would never turn his back and always has mine.</div><div align="center">We have our ups and downs, but I treat the downs as learning experiences.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> pretty sure he is it for me, In hopes that I don't jinx us... I secretly wish that one day I will marry him, Because you know what? <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> okay with every quirk he has, he eats every meal I cook him with a satisfied smile, he really listens when I talk... And when he hugs me, my stress kinda goes away, just for those few moments.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> a happy girl.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfUY7LaYvcEnBClxCmRfhE6P2Qk15JE6KGtwYSf7bLYOhNBGEakV7DxU3he271fkepIWPjFy5FvTmLu-2KcFwJeUkF71PNTB7wL3XqdGkdgcXIUxXiwdS0QZGDaDI3R37YpUd1k4nml8Ex/s1600/myhoney5.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501295578903663314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfUY7LaYvcEnBClxCmRfhE6P2Qk15JE6KGtwYSf7bLYOhNBGEakV7DxU3he271fkepIWPjFy5FvTmLu-2KcFwJeUkF71PNTB7wL3XqdGkdgcXIUxXiwdS0QZGDaDI3R37YpUd1k4nml8Ex/s400/myhoney5.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Misskrislynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07702400222407405085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534806627181163247.post-81203520649108272092010-07-27T13:09:00.000-07:002010-07-27T13:10:19.488-07:00My blog is a mess. Soon I will fix it. Then I will start blogging on a regular basis.<br /><br />Kisses.Misskrislynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07702400222407405085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534806627181163247.post-61077529185227376902010-06-03T14:13:00.000-07:002010-06-03T14:26:29.728-07:00Family Photos<div align="center">So I have the coolest family in the world. They are the group that keeps me grounded, makes me go crazy and always loves me for who I am. My mom's 50<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> birthday and Mothers day fall right around the same time, so this year we had to do something super special. I drove the 5 hours to her home, and my family & I surprised her with a special day of pampering. Ending with some family photos done by the amazing Jaclyn.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Mom & Randi</div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl2gXaqY-JRuIhGmeqyEJHVPPol0iJxVy1OfDk0tBHDALrCz60PR74DxjWhzBUj-tfX4jvfL8Mql1qaOfSZqkKtmlN67_2IHb2nMnyKA6JHbMFNql8bBnwcEN7F7sQ5htYr1DeX89lN8Xb/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478659822076874434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl2gXaqY-JRuIhGmeqyEJHVPPol0iJxVy1OfDk0tBHDALrCz60PR74DxjWhzBUj-tfX4jvfL8Mql1qaOfSZqkKtmlN67_2IHb2nMnyKA6JHbMFNql8bBnwcEN7F7sQ5htYr1DeX89lN8Xb/s400/8.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Mom & Me<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSwDjQkCD6RpuEpxyjOxgRsa-vAQhIXNz53mTp-IV-CgYQLh6nlbbsC0LoLeFY8vC4LtIT0sHivyPaYYC_x3y0a36EnMGEVNyY_jAxUtWNZp0HPEDctrXVKTxFb_gGPepwAKml2pBqkKhY/s1600/12.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478659816409608210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSwDjQkCD6RpuEpxyjOxgRsa-vAQhIXNz53mTp-IV-CgYQLh6nlbbsC0LoLeFY8vC4LtIT0sHivyPaYYC_x3y0a36EnMGEVNyY_jAxUtWNZp0HPEDctrXVKTxFb_gGPepwAKml2pBqkKhY/s400/12.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Baby Parker & Sissy</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghuzB86Loc1J9j0n77_cL9LJ-WXU3HcDe5YTqLwD4JZ4_3JxKmRvsKstCTAFiYH3RJ0BqSjPjMUG1mgp01Z-nWNUbx2C-_wjNWLIzS0jXGzpd_tN-a4tKABkT4u-eyAfnLM4z3aRpYL8vm/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478659813557894226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghuzB86Loc1J9j0n77_cL9LJ-WXU3HcDe5YTqLwD4JZ4_3JxKmRvsKstCTAFiYH3RJ0BqSjPjMUG1mgp01Z-nWNUbx2C-_wjNWLIzS0jXGzpd_tN-a4tKABkT4u-eyAfnLM4z3aRpYL8vm/s400/photo.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br />My beautiful nephew Parker</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhstzFQZZtsRrm1AuGyxXKw5gbsGusTwsFqWQJjpAwHQJjeiW7KrljQnhW-4HTiZQ3dwJbVccH2KqVqowjcWhHZuTgeHJvW_LFE64eFOl87ipFjOYn23yRiIt9osSlwgNf_zD4AY4Nzt-fl/s1600/75.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478659804052516530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhstzFQZZtsRrm1AuGyxXKw5gbsGusTwsFqWQJjpAwHQJjeiW7KrljQnhW-4HTiZQ3dwJbVccH2KqVqowjcWhHZuTgeHJvW_LFE64eFOl87ipFjOYn23yRiIt9osSlwgNf_zD4AY4Nzt-fl/s400/75.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />Dad Parker & Momma<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzhQwSC5JaRNvoiosIquWPdCMo5qVt08JcuoN9Z09irSUvkG6y2Eox8kCDhG8iZKBWuM_zEiB8FD4iNVp9G8K8zT0NS4h8f6vB8mYCUTeB_1H2p_84IQVFNqdSphBYq7GkSoB-dpqk11jQ/s1600/72.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478659448976813954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzhQwSC5JaRNvoiosIquWPdCMo5qVt08JcuoN9Z09irSUvkG6y2Eox8kCDhG8iZKBWuM_zEiB8FD4iNVp9G8K8zT0NS4h8f6vB8mYCUTeB_1H2p_84IQVFNqdSphBYq7GkSoB-dpqk11jQ/s400/72.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />The Happy Family (Although you <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">wouldn't</span> be able to tell by baby's face)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMvUCBI8R1s8msDSpzW_6AXDqoFFnvDH7xnndZQ6uQQuUJEh11ZJhjvKfcWI0SaEgtQFwG9z3PKX_dZRV8JI8pmD_kWzDtz2JRReod1Uim_vlldGLKRWQ-CKgF7dKT9_a2wHYGccd_DnFV/s1600/48.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478659437808527282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMvUCBI8R1s8msDSpzW_6AXDqoFFnvDH7xnndZQ6uQQuUJEh11ZJhjvKfcWI0SaEgtQFwG9z3PKX_dZRV8JI8pmD_kWzDtz2JRReod1Uim_vlldGLKRWQ-CKgF7dKT9_a2wHYGccd_DnFV/s400/48.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />Dad & Ran<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOGNIKSyFCuGfmk8Zhu4iQv4ey3LIvkKrQc820Es5hBWqiaTQK7RFQTyJ07VFwjCZ6k_-o5oNOeYERUxJIT9VmZUogvEuPr0MHyIoUKokrrlT7PiddvmSbVt1acXvZMsI1nVtkGnDydz1-/s1600/18.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478659430699916018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOGNIKSyFCuGfmk8Zhu4iQv4ey3LIvkKrQc820Es5hBWqiaTQK7RFQTyJ07VFwjCZ6k_-o5oNOeYERUxJIT9VmZUogvEuPr0MHyIoUKokrrlT7PiddvmSbVt1acXvZMsI1nVtkGnDydz1-/s400/18.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Me (My parents have beautiful property)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOBP_jIRMLguaU89CaMFxUWVKKRwHwFRRcrW_XrzG8fSXu44XaOUdIxJzz0FmTcUerKh39k3ND8XgJivPuLMp1KsQx4A1pmpSJ7yn4HnkRH7JPA_xvdMRd9bGy8OqRfJK3qKODsRakYRmu/s1600/54.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478659425641770498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOBP_jIRMLguaU89CaMFxUWVKKRwHwFRRcrW_XrzG8fSXu44XaOUdIxJzz0FmTcUerKh39k3ND8XgJivPuLMp1KsQx4A1pmpSJ7yn4HnkRH7JPA_xvdMRd9bGy8OqRfJK3qKODsRakYRmu/s400/54.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />The Family<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-9Qa0mtt7oR3zee7fkeYCTCNaMq4dSKu_oFIJvmhpDgNMqxt659cljQy28lIpiM_-wFRK3XJ6r92Uh-WmGOLssZfWoQhJlN6UjbW69EP1BEePyAa64fhcaiQmut-Jt0HvdZOasT9_JiL1/s1600/35.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478659420831419810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-9Qa0mtt7oR3zee7fkeYCTCNaMq4dSKu_oFIJvmhpDgNMqxt659cljQy28lIpiM_-wFRK3XJ6r92Uh-WmGOLssZfWoQhJlN6UjbW69EP1BEePyAa64fhcaiQmut-Jt0HvdZOasT9_JiL1/s400/35.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Daddy & Daughters<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV5QiTnutBsh2pVWfvSyt-LwAlH25el5vjaiBWebJPnbONlJWuOl3GnHywgsRTQ8VmB4gjSdBxHFULJAaxb7Ac9ZDUz9sxhRnXPO21MxtVjFFXyBy2N9wgWlkDIKhNg3WoPBveV5V25-9Q/s1600/27.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478659006553338674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV5QiTnutBsh2pVWfvSyt-LwAlH25el5vjaiBWebJPnbONlJWuOl3GnHywgsRTQ8VmB4gjSdBxHFULJAaxb7Ac9ZDUz9sxhRnXPO21MxtVjFFXyBy2N9wgWlkDIKhNg3WoPBveV5V25-9Q/s400/27.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />He makes me smile<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiUimiVZzKr_iZBvs5VqBEmizCHr-02B2NztXdgK0N7C9WhDv4TJkLfPdKtCkMRE4VGdDUPFEaBkbrPxS4UpD3hp9Rp5564JrdDM-Aue8oSEPLSFyedIqLyhzfwWEY1ybM_spbnbQSlSe2/s1600/25.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478659000506377858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiUimiVZzKr_iZBvs5VqBEmizCHr-02B2NztXdgK0N7C9WhDv4TJkLfPdKtCkMRE4VGdDUPFEaBkbrPxS4UpD3hp9Rp5564JrdDM-Aue8oSEPLSFyedIqLyhzfwWEY1ybM_spbnbQSlSe2/s400/25.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />She has my heart <3<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKeLykmkumg13GKO6-h64TKTjid3Ml2x-z6Or0hvi3RwZdgqYO9sMAOmMbgto0oDpe2fPtEOmYN93cFtkm8MCRj3cX8re-dn5KmkNOpDfoiokgZk0RgkqvpPSnZxQhQeNJHuq4F02f_TXU/s1600/14.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478658990493750434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKeLykmkumg13GKO6-h64TKTjid3Ml2x-z6Or0hvi3RwZdgqYO9sMAOmMbgto0oDpe2fPtEOmYN93cFtkm8MCRj3cX8re-dn5KmkNOpDfoiokgZk0RgkqvpPSnZxQhQeNJHuq4F02f_TXU/s400/14.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The Ladies<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF0KACmzdoc8Qx4ln_mmaSlSmBePVRRhqOzqaFAjw6waqv9cu4W6W60OtMMr4Qj_ErU3Gez75peAAFR4veTo0Hq_tvhY_lzQ03hcFkRedlB7mI_eMAXjRpW-M9ncHcpkWF0HCwrOX8FByA/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478658985860356962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF0KACmzdoc8Qx4ln_mmaSlSmBePVRRhqOzqaFAjw6waqv9cu4W6W60OtMMr4Qj_ErU3Gez75peAAFR4veTo0Hq_tvhY_lzQ03hcFkRedlB7mI_eMAXjRpW-M9ncHcpkWF0HCwrOX8FByA/s400/3.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Right before this, i fell off the tree. It was awesome.<br /><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS8yPawfF99EGBtGx8FhTG72CmY3qjEwJCT5oE-He7dK2q_ojRrTx8X_qWH4mR3dJpQ6noLP1Fvuuq02WU3tkuqxQxZ8JYZHnf5SLqtZQaUPyuuOqyN8nb4_Ptp8lV7N4boS1L197KCJXz/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478658985358153986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS8yPawfF99EGBtGx8FhTG72CmY3qjEwJCT5oE-He7dK2q_ojRrTx8X_qWH4mR3dJpQ6noLP1Fvuuq02WU3tkuqxQxZ8JYZHnf5SLqtZQaUPyuuOqyN8nb4_Ptp8lV7N4boS1L197KCJXz/s400/1.jpg" /></a> </div><div> </div><div>I Love my Family. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> a lucky lucky girl.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Misskrislynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07702400222407405085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534806627181163247.post-90417537314148738712010-05-06T16:31:00.003-07:002010-05-06T16:46:55.940-07:00My new place.So its official. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> now a downtown girl.<br /><br /><br /><br />Looking back last year I posted about moving... I seemed like I was excited to move, shortly after I moved, I realized I was not. It wasn't the worst living situation I've ever been in, but I moved with intentions to stay for more than 12months. I did NOT want to re-pack my stuff a year later to do this <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">ALLLLLL</span> over again.<br /><br /><br /><br />So let this be my <span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00">promise</span>. I vow to stay at this new gorgeous 70's style downtown pad, for longer than 12 months. ( Unless that is, Mr. Wonderful comes to sweep me off my feet and take me to that place we call <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">neverland</span>, and I can live happily ever after with a huge diamond sparkling on my hand.) Ha.<br /><br /><br /><br />Here are some photos.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">The living room ( I have no curtains yet, this is the property managements photo)</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468305481578792402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3vLJYF2o9yZO2hNrx_qKScyxS6MhQhAyJr2np5FruGN5jfuvBrZYANUFvJHSiPRgmfBI6i2Hq0aBEFgDx3UzGWTuG-T_nhhlpLGJSaNeTC6LLe3hW-EFwCphB7_rQI82MU01wv0eEOefZ/s400/inside33576-002.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468305571108965618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBT9NHZM3QxZuvNVVFf8tBVwI-e70q70EFPpjs-f54fmmRTaQXnNvRRiqg4SqRL9_r3FSnZ47k-nC0UEmEIpdh3_3UOJ-KTcNjP3FZP93dM6xRDSlbEuLEF0MFVEJDAqeoIOYf1qcOCBQM/s400/inside33576-004.jpg" /> <div align="center">The super retro kitchen. I adore it. Mine is lime green though.</div><br /><br /><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Im</span> pretty excited about moving this time. Down town is right in the middle of it all, all the hustle and bustle. I figure, if <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">theres</span> going to be any time to live in the middle of it all... Now is the time.</div><div align="left">A very popular thing in downtown are bikes. You can pretty much ride your bike anywhere, bike lock ups are a regular thing with businesses and such. So... I just had to...</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">And Here is my new Ride... Roxy. She's a beaut. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468306418509581154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAZv5ZE1FZQtqAvTwAFfI3EoD19UxuTESsED_z7M2gJDPGEHKSoah5CCdKS9G5dd0cWUw5sdan3WqFoFyvNTnC2vVrLj88bCpncPJO6yFwcRihTmksN42uR_M-jjPyn_vcPijr-WStNklA/s400/bikebike.JPG" />I just need a basket, and a bell.<br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">Other than that, here is my new update. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Im</span> happy... and continue to try to stay organized and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">un</span>-stressed <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">thru</span> another move. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Happy Thursday!<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Misskrislynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07702400222407405085noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534806627181163247.post-83926811766791861152010-05-06T16:31:00.001-07:002010-05-06T16:31:08.985-07:00My new place.Misskrislynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07702400222407405085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534806627181163247.post-23551634875466861322010-03-30T12:34:00.000-07:002010-03-30T13:13:25.841-07:00Ladies & Bathroom Etiquette<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqaWrob04Gy84rdNJsbaFDcEzJJO0A4aZdsQvoE5PR1URQtYTCWprkXy73R9ev14sOnlfSbh7pj4nHsz8n-agQQzj8WnQhhuQLlMvGryrt-BallxKFjGUNnPV8Nts5WnKqUateNiBPkJbZ/s1600/toiletpaper.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454513272915495474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqaWrob04Gy84rdNJsbaFDcEzJJO0A4aZdsQvoE5PR1URQtYTCWprkXy73R9ev14sOnlfSbh7pj4nHsz8n-agQQzj8WnQhhuQLlMvGryrt-BallxKFjGUNnPV8Nts5WnKqUateNiBPkJbZ/s400/toiletpaper.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;">So recently, my business relocated. We now share a building with a technical college. You know, one of those fast track schools where they train Medical Assistants, Respiratory Health Assistants and rent a cops? Or maybe the are corrections guys... Who knows. They wear knock- off <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">CHP</span> uniforms, and scrubs. But their uniforms are besides the point. These women and girls alike have <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">atrocious</span> bathroom behavior. Beyond having to put in a 3 digit code on a mechanical keypad to even gain access to this mess...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Let me introduce you to the ladies of the restroom.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">"<strong><em>The Ripper" -</em></strong> </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Have you ever been sitting in your stall just minding your own business when you hear a lady "rip one"? I mean, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">comeon</span>' now ladies... <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">That's</span> kinda gross, but whoever you are out there that have no shame when it comes to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">flatulence</span>, You shall now be dubbed "The Ripper"</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>"The User"-</em></strong> </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">For these ladies, they must have grown up without a love for nature. You know who <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> talking about... the person who uses an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">exorbitant</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">amount</span> of toilet paper. You will hear the roll spin and then spin some more... Oh wait and shes not done, it keeps SPINNING. What in the world are they <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">wiping</span>? Do they have a vagina of a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">woolly</span> mammoth? Put down the roll Ma'am. 4 Squares should suffice.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>"The Social Butterfly" -</em></strong> </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">No, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">don't</span> confuse this term with the girls who are the life of the party, These are the girls that take the party to the toilet. They text, make important <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">phone calls</span>... like calling the sitter, or just a quick "happy birthday" to their ex. That's when the smart girls in the stall next door, flush the toilet twice. Or, this is when you have permission to turn into the "ripper".</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">And last but not least...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">"The Cootie Queen"-</span></em></strong></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Yes, you guessed it. The ones that flush and rush. No soap, no water... just a soiled disgusting palm on the door handle. Um, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">WTF</span>? Is your immune system made of steel? Or do you just like infecting the rest of the world with your gosh-awful diseases? Give me a break, And little nursing assistant students... We see your drab blue scrubs, and your white basic shoes... WE KNOW ITS YOU.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Ahhhh, I feel so much better now that I got that off my chest, and I think I gotta pee ;)</span></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div>Misskrislynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07702400222407405085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534806627181163247.post-17955400372678841382010-03-17T16:30:00.000-07:002010-03-17T16:33:15.880-07:00It's not my luckiest day...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449749479710574738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvIqS4lECTBvduExh9FbDR10EckhTLl6xN2liE1ojzcNPUUeJdkuwVdxI1gEbp5CMUWwEaajN9hAX77XnzccyRe-PFIx0sjbIr0xcapYBfrQCZOxAHfRP1khgJG4SGL2cIrKCThj1efpJJ/s400/stpatrick.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr-sNgwtkRUcLJC-5LbBdMNaP_95ehq67e7kMYDSWiLnweSsv2N0zyQzfyGz-uz_lmd0TBP5FclZxZh1XmKEn8cntC7rBaX9XEGTV-I102s24f5jZ682znZWy6qEkszoiuLasuK7oCx4A3/s1600-h/stpatrick2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449749765259046018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr-sNgwtkRUcLJC-5LbBdMNaP_95ehq67e7kMYDSWiLnweSsv2N0zyQzfyGz-uz_lmd0TBP5FclZxZh1XmKEn8cntC7rBaX9XEGTV-I102s24f5jZ682znZWy6qEkszoiuLasuK7oCx4A3/s400/stpatrick2.JPG" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">But i wore green.</div><div align="center">And I plan on having a couple green beers.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Have a safe night my friends.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Misskrislynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07702400222407405085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534806627181163247.post-45689570866486466722010-03-16T08:44:00.001-07:002010-03-16T08:53:11.280-07:00I dont think your beautiful... I think you're beyond it.<div align="center"><span style="color:#66ff99;">Welcome Parker Anthony Gonzales</span></div><div align="center"></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5tV86xqL285sVCmnD3IbhrBjR1_44TNwK2M5w2WQ1T8HyFK5ZQDsV8tjdLI7d4TyCq9GvhPGSbdtL_sa80wNmhDqUDRKczchdWbOMOrNXB-EZuclljlzC70fN9JU5p33S1P1KPQga9xkd/s1600-h/babyboy2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449259642459324210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5tV86xqL285sVCmnD3IbhrBjR1_44TNwK2M5w2WQ1T8HyFK5ZQDsV8tjdLI7d4TyCq9GvhPGSbdtL_sa80wNmhDqUDRKczchdWbOMOrNXB-EZuclljlzC70fN9JU5p33S1P1KPQga9xkd/s400/babyboy2.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKMnhyphenhyphenyeEyS0sNXRe2iXG1HNjx5ua05ougIJ4D1UtuXRJ0NLHOW9C3ud60EempATN5dlX8h6SLS-MA_iOxOkdd2D57BZZFeU-PhMJSxMOk7DCi71CrA-Kc8ReabLMROqM3v5AYP19pJ4l1/s1600-h/babyboy.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449259522478698306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKMnhyphenhyphenyeEyS0sNXRe2iXG1HNjx5ua05ougIJ4D1UtuXRJ0NLHOW9C3ud60EempATN5dlX8h6SLS-MA_iOxOkdd2D57BZZFeU-PhMJSxMOk7DCi71CrA-Kc8ReabLMROqM3v5AYP19pJ4l1/s400/babyboy.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;">Im a very proud auntie.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Misskrislynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07702400222407405085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534806627181163247.post-14614295621188535202010-02-18T09:30:00.000-08:002010-02-18T12:50:19.630-08:00A short sweet rant<strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Rant starts now.</span></strong><br /><br /><br />I Miss the smell of plain brown #2 Pencils.<br />I Miss how life was so easy as a child.<br />I miss being carefree...<br />Now with all these bills... These <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">responsibilities</span>... I just want to scream sometimes, or just run away.<br /><br />I Miss how I felt when I first started my job. SO HAPPY. Like I had a second family.<br />Now I come to work and wonder if <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> the one being whispered about...<br />I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">don't</span> want to feel like the bad guy anymore.<br /><br />So here is my resolution...<br /><br />I AM the good guy. I will be the one that is nice, and courteous always and will continue to be.<br />I need to change my attitude... I am becoming those people that drive me insane, the ones that are bitter and impatient.<br /><br />Friends are hard to find, but when you find them... check again to make sure if they are really your friends... when you know they really are, <em>then </em>hold them close.<br /><br />I have a few good friends. Im grateful. VERY grateful for them, and will never take them for granted.<br /><br />And who said <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">anything</span> about this keeping your enemies closer?? Heck-no Techno. Enemies... get the hell away from me.<br /><br /><br />Also, there is one more thing I want to rant about...<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> super sick of waking up and feeling like an old lady. ACHING everywhere. I want things to go back to before <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">November</span>. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> trying so hard to not let it get to me <strong>everyday</strong> but I will admit, It kinda is. I just HURT. I feel like if I ignore it, and pretend the pain <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">isn't</span> bothering me, that maybe I will just forget it, or it will just go away... Not the case.<br />I hope they find a cure for arthritis. I hate the thought that anyone has to feel this way.<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">Rant over.</span></strong>Misskrislynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07702400222407405085noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534806627181163247.post-19791073203249612652010-01-21T08:40:00.000-08:002010-01-21T09:22:41.555-08:00Fun Stuff Man!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC20jff1tEaLr8q9M_jaBlSX9VCjSq38rWxmxn8O43g09c8Z-tO2z62yFsLiBEXkNW3cwNpbHUNgspth9MyXQW8DmSqRfS4hFBfFBKgORoL1qACYKDiBUwjLigo0u5rCDaRMfqlPU39srd/s1600-h/csmo1.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">So I have some pretty exciting stuff happening in the "Life of Kristie" Like...</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center">MY NEW PURPLE COUCHES. Yes <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that's</span> right folks, I said it... I got PURPLE COUCHES. And <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> ridiculously excited. I think it really makes my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">living room</span> complete. I have a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Moroccan</span> color scheme going with golds, reds, oranges and purples. I EL OH <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">VEE</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">EE</span> IT!!</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center">(And yeah those are palm trees- <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Don't</span> ask.)</div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429234743655653346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiwVXel_fj4sIqfpbUXkb-e2BgTZJX28V1VwMjPZT6k_6C4IOSGFbkFo-aFlwBZIba8-p9zfFKHYEv4KhbXs0dbbmuyTc1BkKfpHHtNgdBOBOYW45Kj7aaAs2FyPpR92EWbk33L66670MH/s400/rr7.JPG" /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center">Next on my list of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Excitingness</span>...</div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center">My Sister's Rock & Roll Themed baby shower</div><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429238459104372786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1bdkIvc0k6SzAwagG55APZoeaW5G4HVEhBrwgq8w1Hulo3Aw5ImE4llnEy1rkKTF459lTfR9IkjCD0PWIAyuAymQSJcdxakPEfX8FVIVWGD8WOBqJ4K0aYkt5pJeJw7bIwXFWMQGRGLrl/s400/rr9.JPG" /> The Invitations I made :)<br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Z_GVBrJqS6apvvT4RM9WzkRxx1pIHSb0l2iENqwqqJW-MUrsRBRawBKIlNtK0-6kVoXIjb4UhX-alatAhGTGt4XxS7vsw-MA21jhqppEu_mJ1MKvVWYL2pZF80cZ1fp5JpY3QVCwKdeK/s1600-h/rr8.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429234751063112066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Z_GVBrJqS6apvvT4RM9WzkRxx1pIHSb0l2iENqwqqJW-MUrsRBRawBKIlNtK0-6kVoXIjb4UhX-alatAhGTGt4XxS7vsw-MA21jhqppEu_mJ1MKvVWYL2pZF80cZ1fp5JpY3QVCwKdeK/s400/rr8.JPG" /></a> My Newest Cake Creation May I present... The Rock & Roll Cake<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSSiWuy33bou4orH_qPQuMiKPfWM07Pyk9TUaf8noSZpJNos4lELCuBlcrORIITgGgZz3GS22u7d7COUObvLGi1XBBd1q76gdfHQQhnhF_XyiM0S2pN4nBKbzKa_vlmSET3T3PYLaIC2vW/s1600-h/rr6.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429234737589165026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSSiWuy33bou4orH_qPQuMiKPfWM07Pyk9TUaf8noSZpJNos4lELCuBlcrORIITgGgZz3GS22u7d7COUObvLGi1XBBd1q76gdfHQQhnhF_XyiM0S2pN4nBKbzKa_vlmSET3T3PYLaIC2vW/s400/rr6.JPG" /></a> Lindsay & Karen = KISS<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguxd95AuTZ3myERxhAIelpT3JNVhVaInY8ycsG0zfPA5dSqFmH4xIV7kCDAV95RFQ0sLpLhfzFkqo_ZNpmlGPe5ik4LaBDFhY73PruMDgEDKw2IBRsPbOPdXmumGnCPh1sZcuWHzCfsCQx/s1600-h/rr5.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429234321657732066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguxd95AuTZ3myERxhAIelpT3JNVhVaInY8ycsG0zfPA5dSqFmH4xIV7kCDAV95RFQ0sLpLhfzFkqo_ZNpmlGPe5ik4LaBDFhY73PruMDgEDKw2IBRsPbOPdXmumGnCPh1sZcuWHzCfsCQx/s400/rr5.JPG" /></a> Cathryn, Erin & Zach<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeOeJ6-I71usmB7vXW7ub0o1EbBsP52cRggro278Pm5vcI7La8u4ZTG_NrjLKpU9nkQkW6d0uQE1mCq6Uh8UOAEzbUai529kKqTRJQ9H84snvPU50ms8DT6QGoQwHAffO1VPgdYYoXviX5/s1600-h/rr4.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429234310270316146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeOeJ6-I71usmB7vXW7ub0o1EbBsP52cRggro278Pm5vcI7La8u4ZTG_NrjLKpU9nkQkW6d0uQE1mCq6Uh8UOAEzbUai529kKqTRJQ9H84snvPU50ms8DT6QGoQwHAffO1VPgdYYoXviX5/s400/rr4.JPG" /></a> 1/2 of the gang that showed up<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEse42zc3g1NB3FspjL0oa2noI0yCmTolA5YHyBJ8H4v0FiN1xldv6Hrb9t4o3HPMrR2_gtpxeLZbArctK7i-xuOrLnLq4UR7gcIByzb89_OO7WTl3TGZQALdqWk63onLGqw9S15qbz4mt/s1600-h/rr3.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429234304709808226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEse42zc3g1NB3FspjL0oa2noI0yCmTolA5YHyBJ8H4v0FiN1xldv6Hrb9t4o3HPMrR2_gtpxeLZbArctK7i-xuOrLnLq4UR7gcIByzb89_OO7WTl3TGZQALdqWk63onLGqw9S15qbz4mt/s400/rr3.JPG" /></a> We decorated all these <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">onsies</span> with different rocker decor. My crappy camera phone <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">doesn't</span> do them the justice they deserve.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwesju_0EycM4D9pj8snM489WyFraZRzTzZ9yJbX6V64KCOV97MOMkNwnCpfZhApaKQhdakZseJOAvoTBGWguQWPmf6SUyu1HFax7RQ3u0wvBN2pSi6sXoiQZWTHtrChLYe8f3j4G1RhQg/s1600-h/rr2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429234298955047842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwesju_0EycM4D9pj8snM489WyFraZRzTzZ9yJbX6V64KCOV97MOMkNwnCpfZhApaKQhdakZseJOAvoTBGWguQWPmf6SUyu1HFax7RQ3u0wvBN2pSi6sXoiQZWTHtrChLYe8f3j4G1RhQg/s400/rr2.JPG" /></a> I turned my Mom's artwork into theatre style posters...</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>"Live From Parker's Crib..." Get it ?? <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">hehehe</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSLPzEzdAGwrw3Ibu0BH8GM15p2OQeIgQusrCH2Y5qiWOpvXOeFWmWcOLaTPWYF0hbiX7ZzKEhDwzeDOzUQLGVVtYJ88BJrJSh36LgtLe17_3xEDa8RVtRnexZRvqvNyd264H3Jf51gCTG/s1600-h/rr1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429234296288780242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSLPzEzdAGwrw3Ibu0BH8GM15p2OQeIgQusrCH2Y5qiWOpvXOeFWmWcOLaTPWYF0hbiX7ZzKEhDwzeDOzUQLGVVtYJ88BJrJSh36LgtLe17_3xEDa8RVtRnexZRvqvNyd264H3Jf51gCTG/s400/rr1.JPG" /></a> The bay window :)<br /><br /><br /><br />That was my update :) Tonight my boyfriend, I and some close friends are going to dinner at a fancy <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">schmancy</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">restaurant</span> called Cosmopolitan <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429241160453934546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC20jff1tEaLr8q9M_jaBlSX9VCjSq38rWxmxn8O43g09c8Z-tO2z62yFsLiBEXkNW3cwNpbHUNgspth9MyXQW8DmSqRfS4hFBfFBKgORoL1qACYKDiBUwjLigo0u5rCDaRMfqlPU39srd/s400/csmo1.jpg" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429241152531503026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRE46dN0n1xNCtHTixIAWvE4IYHpjbd8vVbHAmIfujTPH0qLIaReMIE5-vQrsrJNzjICdRmjbeT_TEhD7A7pHKslMtntDzxk5AVIaAe3a_J21qQ4YpQlnFPjRKwhm3l46dOX5wevcck_kt/s400/csmo3.jpg" /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> pretty excited. And <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> ordering salmon, and a fruity alcoholic drink...</div><div>Its the little things :)</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Misskrislynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07702400222407405085noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534806627181163247.post-8258604347468530912010-01-14T16:03:00.000-08:002010-01-14T16:19:59.240-08:00All it takes is 10 Dollars.How could any of us living in the states forget how utterly lucky we are... I mean we have our share of problems... this so called economic slum were in was thought to be so serious... But most of us are making it I think. We have resources... Im not belittling anyones problems here at all, but could you even fathom the thought of what these poor people are going through in Haiti? Just a few years ago they had another natural disaster. Its heartwrenching.<br /><br />Anyway, If you dont have much to give, I understand... but every dollar helps. Think about it. If everyone gave a little, it could go a long way.<br /><br />TEXT "Haiti" to 90999 and $10 will be added to your cellphone bill. All profits go to Red Cross. Act like it was a couple ringtones :) Pass the word. This isnt a hoax, I verified it. How cool is our technology now, that we can just text to help people.<br /><br />You can also look at other ways to help at<br /><a href="http://www.redcross.org/">www.redcross.org</a><br /><a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/haitiearthquake">http://www.whitehouse.gov/haitiearthquake</a><br /><br />PLEASE pass the word.Misskrislynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07702400222407405085noreply@blogger.com1