tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445560635997365632024-02-20T01:22:23.817-08:00A Lizard TaleLizardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09264968535149731741noreply@blogger.comBlogger161125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344556063599736563.post-16452538730401939532011-06-13T11:18:00.000-07:002011-06-13T12:10:14.881-07:00Sundays are Dee-licious<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs6MIk2MX0Nm-mhh8cpaPr1x2vAm57yttv0UmEzSjPWi2g0vi2RxAoMNg5ONTNn_3dnbr48tQBslrNL4P7uKPaFUs35wIdkS_2L4pNXFDkG5jec0T5E79iO5A_9JN3EzMZpLI9DCzFHF9p/s1600/Food+network.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 104px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617770770831004882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs6MIk2MX0Nm-mhh8cpaPr1x2vAm57yttv0UmEzSjPWi2g0vi2RxAoMNg5ONTNn_3dnbr48tQBslrNL4P7uKPaFUs35wIdkS_2L4pNXFDkG5jec0T5E79iO5A_9JN3EzMZpLI9DCzFHF9p/s320/Food+network.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">So impressed with the culinary delights coming out of this show.</div><div align="center">And such DRAMA in the kitchen!</div><div align="center">I'm loving my Sundays that much more lately.</div><div align="center"></div>Lizardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09264968535149731741noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344556063599736563.post-1033507422006007012011-06-07T21:24:00.001-07:002011-06-08T08:29:00.797-07:00Some Favorite Words<div align="center">Yes, I like words<br />- the way they sound coming out of your mouth<br />the way they make you feel<br />the expression on their face when you sneak your fancy word into conversation -<br />Love it!<br />So of course, I have a dictionary app on my phone.<br />And it comes with the Word of the Day.<br />So here is one of my favorites:<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Foofaraw</span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><br /></span>[FOO fuh raw]<br />~ a fuss over a trifling matter<br />~ excessive amount of decoration or ornamentation<br /><br />Sample: Ashley, the new Bachelorette, had on too much foofaraw at last night's rose ceremony.<br /><br />Somebody, PLEASE use it in a conversation.<br />And tell me how much fun you had.<br />~wink</div>Lizardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09264968535149731741noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344556063599736563.post-66742518462044744762011-01-24T22:05:00.001-08:002011-01-24T22:39:20.162-08:00Dear BigRedCat...<div align="center">It's been 2 years.</div><div align="center">Still surreal.</div><div align="center">Not a day goes by that I don't think of you</div><div align="center">that I don't miss you</div><div align="center">that I don't love you.</div><div align="center">I'm trying to live my life with laughter and joy</div><div align="center">but sometimes it gets so hard.</div><div align="center">It's those moments when the silence creeps in that are hardest to bear.</div><div align="center">I can't handle them yet.</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I don't know if I ever will.</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I hate that my life has had to become one without you.</div><div align="center">One moment, I was on the precipice to happiness.</div><div align="center">The next, I was shoved into the bleakest state of reality.</div><div align="center">And here I live, floundering about.</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I miss your love.</div><div align="center">The way you looked at me, </div><div align="center">like I was special, </div><div align="center">beautiful.</div><div align="center">Like I was...</div><div align="center">well, </div><div align="center">Loved.</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I'm so sorry.</div><div align="center">So very sorry for any moment I didn't make you happy.</div><div align="center">So very sorry when my selfishness got in the way of us.</div><div align="center">So very sorry if I wasn't what you wanted, needed.</div><div align="center">Just so very sorry.</div><div align="center">I should have been better to you, for you.</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I feel so impotent now.</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">And I'm not OK, </div><div align="center">I'm not fine with this.</div><div align="center">But do I have any choice in the matter?</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Sometimes </div><div align="center">I hate being "Strong"</div><div align="center">I hate being "Happy"</div><div align="center">It's so tiring.</div><br /><div align="center">I'm so tired.</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I just want what I can't have.</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">So where does that leave me now?</div>Lizardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09264968535149731741noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344556063599736563.post-44524486841463904682010-11-04T17:13:00.000-07:002010-11-04T17:27:26.745-07:00Awkward moment<div align="center">Omigoodness!</div><div align="center">I feel so awkward...</div><div align="center">You know when you say something and </div><div align="center">even before you finish what you are saying, you think</div><div align="center">"What am I DOING!?"</div><div align="center">"Why am I saying this?"</div><div align="center">"Please stop talking!!"</div><div align="center">But of course, your mouth is slow to respond, </div><div align="center">so you end up saying what you wished you had never said in the first place.</div><br /><div align="center">I was at work and this new co-worker passed by.</div><div align="center">(Mind you, I had maybe one conversation with her previous to this)</div><div align="center">She's a cute girl, friendly, and so she waved when she saw me.</div><div align="center">Me, being the "cool chick" that I am, said</div><div align="center">"Hey, Cutie!"</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Loudly</span>.</div><div align="center">She kinda just gave the "smile".</div><div align="center">You know, the one you give to a crazy person, hoping they will leave you alone.</div><div align="center">And when she passed by me going back, she kept her gaze down and averted.</div><div align="center">I felt so dumb and creepy!</div><div align="center">Geez!</div><div align="center">Who says this?</div><br /><div align="center">She will probably file a restraining order against me.</div><div align="center"></div>Lizardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09264968535149731741noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344556063599736563.post-64391778545006695772010-11-02T21:14:00.000-07:002010-11-04T13:31:02.298-07:00Happy Puppy-versary!<div align="center">One year ago today</div><div align="center">this little nugget came into my life.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy9zzDAUXPdOaiVA9XwxR2jgLOgumSoGwldgzfoWOEjUqZR6UefLicRYfdqHtIpzYXK70-KY2CDj3FlvfGxVbWovxTKPFMbTNxYujsr6lsLhD9Gjt41d55KMZYearwpfrnZTWKJ3vXYsri/s1600/zane+3.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj91BVMqNlfvGd8VCKeV6Rcvl8TVW01cYlhaMvUb8BpgrWDLneOelPdQtkE3beKzweCx2KK4Vh_zwTsBEy9T4HZNGIWTbBun2UvxG5iNjWdLpUXlE8uWW-ePnz1gOPu58StkgJrKZuKZOar/s1600/zane.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535172580857877010" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj91BVMqNlfvGd8VCKeV6Rcvl8TVW01cYlhaMvUb8BpgrWDLneOelPdQtkE3beKzweCx2KK4Vh_zwTsBEy9T4HZNGIWTbBun2UvxG5iNjWdLpUXlE8uWW-ePnz1gOPu58StkgJrKZuKZOar/s320/zane.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Nov 2 2009<br /></span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAU8wCQzvE1eBtFWJ9PBty5vUr1mgd-NICKOlUyekjqUVpw8oJBAJF9J3qpKr4zVo9ClNhDyeD_kgmCNwm885seGLBiol7abD3qH-qHqPTPvfy2dpDxfIF6gH4ADDlC0MDaxv_4tlDOQEf/s1600/zane+1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535172583657508738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAU8wCQzvE1eBtFWJ9PBty5vUr1mgd-NICKOlUyekjqUVpw8oJBAJF9J3qpKr4zVo9ClNhDyeD_kgmCNwm885seGLBiol7abD3qH-qHqPTPvfy2dpDxfIF6gH4ADDlC0MDaxv_4tlDOQEf/s320/zane+1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF6Q5Sx7ExqZQP6W4dh-y0IXw913kXiSraUJ-A947m3zlueUDDbMgskKKpVlIzD_EmmmauGqE3WZ1eMvYw85nKQWXjQqt80u0G14hbO6mK3WPEGnGDHodMQsxB2ArYChHsTnZbjQbMcwJC/s1600/zane+2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535172587256134946" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF6Q5Sx7ExqZQP6W4dh-y0IXw913kXiSraUJ-A947m3zlueUDDbMgskKKpVlIzD_EmmmauGqE3WZ1eMvYw85nKQWXjQqt80u0G14hbO6mK3WPEGnGDHodMQsxB2ArYChHsTnZbjQbMcwJC/s320/zane+2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><br />I am so grateful for <span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">Zane</span>.</div><div align="center">And even when he pees in the house</div><div align="center">or chews on the occasional heel,</div><div align="center">I can't help but love him.</div><div align="center">He wriggled his way into my heart</div><div align="center">and I can't imagine my life without him.</div><div align="center">He has helped me through some difficult and dark times.</div><div align="center">He has been there with his love and energy,</div><div align="center">giving me a reason to get up each morning.</div><div align="center">I know it's silly to feel so for a dog, </div><div align="center">but I don't care.</div><div align="center">I just know he has helped me heal.</div><div align="center">So happy puppy-versary, Zane, you silly nugget.</div><div align="center">And thank you.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGEJwAoQZM_Stf4GWGvUwJ-wPLxGGYJV3bOG_q3YOIT-9r4r7cSOoPa4TH1BFuGk8HFcll72WIxm89LrmQ98hfQdQr8cMz5VimkTk89XULqK9bGneYs25q2TbMBkdqJF8iGz2opkXaHJsV/s1600/zane+4.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535172597023624946" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGEJwAoQZM_Stf4GWGvUwJ-wPLxGGYJV3bOG_q3YOIT-9r4r7cSOoPa4TH1BFuGk8HFcll72WIxm89LrmQ98hfQdQr8cMz5VimkTk89XULqK9bGneYs25q2TbMBkdqJF8iGz2opkXaHJsV/s320/zane+4.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Nov 2 2010<br /></span></div>Lizardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09264968535149731741noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344556063599736563.post-34575128712297010492010-11-01T10:36:00.000-07:002010-11-01T21:14:26.230-07:00Halloween Shenanigans!<div align="center">I love <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Halloween</span>!!</div><div align="center">This year, we celebrated at a tea party held in Wonderland.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkSQIab94AksH_HlMMAVp1S8p9BuFJxBphkZKyNUqI86676Ay_REMinQ3hCalEGSjnz9MNeyteloMo1P6wYr3Gb30YMkHj2DB3rx0BKPOJifT3cqNGXT75z62Hn_43FPdli-xvrdj3FsC9/s1600/Halloween.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534637379274081666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkSQIab94AksH_HlMMAVp1S8p9BuFJxBphkZKyNUqI86676Ay_REMinQ3hCalEGSjnz9MNeyteloMo1P6wYr3Gb30YMkHj2DB3rx0BKPOJifT3cqNGXT75z62Hn_43FPdli-xvrdj3FsC9/s320/Halloween.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT1ox3u83CgXco98x41RiYP7XckzIQ8y4YsUTCdoLbj6aWlZJN4pgixNvaXvABiuZgIrDnO9VdBlmzSdAkQt68he8eRJ1B2Yz1SWm3zBHwykDUJMuAqM0EgMH5I1CDA_Y4eJRZkS-XssE8/s1600/Halloween+2010.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534637373226936898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT1ox3u83CgXco98x41RiYP7XckzIQ8y4YsUTCdoLbj6aWlZJN4pgixNvaXvABiuZgIrDnO9VdBlmzSdAkQt68he8eRJ1B2Yz1SWm3zBHwykDUJMuAqM0EgMH5I1CDA_Y4eJRZkS-XssE8/s320/Halloween+2010.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Then we enjoyed spiced cider, pizza, and the original "<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Halloween</span>".</div><div align="center">There was as much laughter as there was screaming.</div><div align="center">I love me a good scary movie!</div><br /><div align="center">As to the picture, the pig noses were there,</div><div align="center">so why not?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8C5In3OL6nZ5UsL7bQw-WZ3TvYLOx_TXbQsnqpCfiytjBuLP7VY290HOlMTTWgUN2SgSK2tHpXZWtSwO8Ylh1mv_hgIv1drLnyrxXH47lMO5Yvb-xDLRsPJHuh_l6S9vVEjTbT58rXyb6/s1600/halloween+2010+-+pigs.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534637362149938626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8C5In3OL6nZ5UsL7bQw-WZ3TvYLOx_TXbQsnqpCfiytjBuLP7VY290HOlMTTWgUN2SgSK2tHpXZWtSwO8Ylh1mv_hgIv1drLnyrxXH47lMO5Yvb-xDLRsPJHuh_l6S9vVEjTbT58rXyb6/s320/halloween+2010+-+pigs.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">But my favorite part of <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Halloween</span> were my nuggets!</div><div align="center">Such cuties.</div><div align="center">They were so good in costume.</div><div align="center">Zane was my little French man and<br />Leelu was a Spidergirl.</div><br /><div align="center">I still giggle whenever I look at these pictures...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb_RRsWbLaDpMi_AHfMOwboPsUGiviaKuZmOIZTYotRX84C69ck8RK0mXHKLGe2JdwbBAM1e5ScYMHEkUqyIVsLLcQIJ5TvXHfafwiKLcUylwl0OWaONoPbnR2L1M5lg9vgylrBaBSLkMA/s1600/Zane+Halloween.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534637391536062098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb_RRsWbLaDpMi_AHfMOwboPsUGiviaKuZmOIZTYotRX84C69ck8RK0mXHKLGe2JdwbBAM1e5ScYMHEkUqyIVsLLcQIJ5TvXHfafwiKLcUylwl0OWaONoPbnR2L1M5lg9vgylrBaBSLkMA/s320/Zane+Halloween.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij_uydFHMDnepbsdSfI8eui9kSRzJX9pKRoh7OLtKmitDvNSY2P6tjLlGzHHHi18LkHtKcylVMbjQwaknc5Pj1yTotBl21o-cGOABPy7eTlanQfVmBRU33m6OLoYIsIsBJWvUcunV1ooiE/s1600/Leelu+Halloween.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534637389630245298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij_uydFHMDnepbsdSfI8eui9kSRzJX9pKRoh7OLtKmitDvNSY2P6tjLlGzHHHi18LkHtKcylVMbjQwaknc5Pj1yTotBl21o-cGOABPy7eTlanQfVmBRU33m6OLoYIsIsBJWvUcunV1ooiE/s320/Leelu+Halloween.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I hope you all had a great<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"> Halloween</span>, too!</div>Lizardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09264968535149731741noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344556063599736563.post-69701618609150900462010-10-26T15:57:00.000-07:002010-10-27T16:31:22.248-07:00What would you do...<div align="center">...if, in going to the bathroom, you turn your head and see this?</div><br /><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKS58xPtGXqk4sorEzbz5VJxTY9lJPH0zsKpGbxWqts2ZjQMhitRN3vSTKSK_5AK5g10rKrwDJJaC2v_i-YJ43Tau9oC9kLdnYZBxAwi_eUB_5HzR_91Pbi2UID2r3fICg_m_YO6UWRe3z/s1600/bathroom.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532493492668671810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKS58xPtGXqk4sorEzbz5VJxTY9lJPH0zsKpGbxWqts2ZjQMhitRN3vSTKSK_5AK5g10rKrwDJJaC2v_i-YJ43Tau9oC9kLdnYZBxAwi_eUB_5HzR_91Pbi2UID2r3fICg_m_YO6UWRe3z/s320/bathroom.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Luckily, I didn't have a neighbor at the time of my discovery!</div><div align="center">What do you say, if anything to the person next to you doing their business? </div><div align="center">Or do you just ignore the person ?</div><div align="center">Seriously, what would Emily Post or Miss Manners do?</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I was so worried the next day.</div><div align="center">I even tried to prepare a topic of conversation.</div><div align="center">You know, just in case.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">But boy was I relived to walk in and find this...</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoH9T2kxjZ0_3k4hzN6dOeoeKVj_KR6YJImGDJMcsOdZTd3Mz5DfSSlRbuoiOhcNYVaB6C9F1gpF_gHeluiD5pTgrDUxXK_35jlqqHKR2wAaxPRDVkQW4E6GCxiWDu8OFdi9XEsQN4wHrE/s1600/bathroom+1.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532493484730244082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoH9T2kxjZ0_3k4hzN6dOeoeKVj_KR6YJImGDJMcsOdZTd3Mz5DfSSlRbuoiOhcNYVaB6C9F1gpF_gHeluiD5pTgrDUxXK_35jlqqHKR2wAaxPRDVkQW4E6GCxiWDu8OFdi9XEsQN4wHrE/s320/bathroom+1.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Tacky? </div><div align="center">Yes.</div><div align="center">Comforting?</div><div align="center">Definitely!</div><div align="center">Funny story? </div><div align="center">You tell me...<br /><br /></div>Lizardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09264968535149731741noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344556063599736563.post-70448997816855287802010-10-26T09:26:00.000-07:002010-10-26T09:26:17.762-07:00I miss this...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrW5TY7K5F1Pn4vYCeBvehXOjR0H5vgiBoNXSHIIiw8Nk12tzDhFGLQxnLyuc_um85MlxYkAyQ0UQpDj6ICBz2a1vEB76e1Q9LIictCV9NbbND_K2Wur6DVAP0xJOvFm65mhA-YOG1vmRl/s1600/holding_hands1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531015851216166098" style="WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrW5TY7K5F1Pn4vYCeBvehXOjR0H5vgiBoNXSHIIiw8Nk12tzDhFGLQxnLyuc_um85MlxYkAyQ0UQpDj6ICBz2a1vEB76e1Q9LIictCV9NbbND_K2Wur6DVAP0xJOvFm65mhA-YOG1vmRl/s320/holding_hands1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Lizardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09264968535149731741noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344556063599736563.post-55996367321669039102010-10-22T16:32:00.000-07:002010-10-22T16:40:29.402-07:00I love cold weather...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioAVHLSbARSFfZzScXWwtL9LoAPbw-gcrznAdxnAuVFiYuBTCTYoeUbP3-09NZK6sKd1XGkJt2GvfOCjjJgQYNhgUtQ-bGPoF5awKGGBME-oV4KlzUgO64WPuM8xIgCXskouYehghBI7Xr/s1600/caramel+apple+cider.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531017786225545314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioAVHLSbARSFfZzScXWwtL9LoAPbw-gcrznAdxnAuVFiYuBTCTYoeUbP3-09NZK6sKd1XGkJt2GvfOCjjJgQYNhgUtQ-bGPoF5awKGGBME-oV4KlzUgO64WPuM8xIgCXskouYehghBI7Xr/s320/caramel+apple+cider.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center">Because I can have this:</div><div align="center">Starbucks Caramel Apple Cider.</div><div align="center">With<span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"> EXTRA</span> caramel.</div><div align="center">Mmmmm....</div><div align="center">So warm....<br /></div>Lizardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09264968535149731741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344556063599736563.post-47261004932489949462010-10-12T19:44:00.000-07:002010-10-24T22:57:30.517-07:00B-day Celebrations!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn7Qy5XjjBCEY6fy_y_8RCPbf325s2IecdFpZtyXK7psXhy4cnn3cJknnpfar2YiRyMI7O8yZ8bbP28L0JiI1LC2iTeKLG-89XQmmEgd6oxEA1cnQNvyM0CCM_ugBNe138HpOabvWWoybJ/s1600/bday+2.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529842775613480818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn7Qy5XjjBCEY6fy_y_8RCPbf325s2IecdFpZtyXK7psXhy4cnn3cJknnpfar2YiRyMI7O8yZ8bbP28L0JiI1LC2iTeKLG-89XQmmEgd6oxEA1cnQNvyM0CCM_ugBNe138HpOabvWWoybJ/s320/bday+2.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0qTsHK1rBSZVhd-bZujl-WxkVJJx4nr88PDLNC4Yp7imTnvMo09FGAqF-rAOi7jedJhj9QzfmAdGsC_PDJ0EM20X3GgiVfu0o1Rc6_undP3CcZlqhu9Urge-C3VptTOqulZaog1ERLS9w/s1600/bday+4.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529842785871105954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0qTsHK1rBSZVhd-bZujl-WxkVJJx4nr88PDLNC4Yp7imTnvMo09FGAqF-rAOi7jedJhj9QzfmAdGsC_PDJ0EM20X3GgiVfu0o1Rc6_undP3CcZlqhu9Urge-C3VptTOqulZaog1ERLS9w/s320/bday+4.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihmrDyYaGwgIhUzTAaZIQDXzD51gqkVu_H7snHiiuV_UMjRoelqt4hW3h2uz5gC1GGrG4ywjAdji222FUzFeMD3mIFrE3fyZqpFiF0k5MOShTnpyZ9S7nRTiKS4ztdQdcLZlkdPCl0aIrr/s1600/bday+3.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529842777912499234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihmrDyYaGwgIhUzTAaZIQDXzD51gqkVu_H7snHiiuV_UMjRoelqt4hW3h2uz5gC1GGrG4ywjAdji222FUzFeMD3mIFrE3fyZqpFiF0k5MOShTnpyZ9S7nRTiKS4ztdQdcLZlkdPCl0aIrr/s320/bday+3.JPG" /></a></div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBhwlEl5cNNma11w0KPkTc_P6yDzi9jiFGibWB7CoqH4UlenSDfZwGXKaE9LbYOs_VpQkH8cCEhuTxBJ71TjZcXc6BsvfObMp9UbPRuVFJKE7_-816zQxp2NUS_MMBK447aWXY4WG9wUqI/s1600/bday+1.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529842770333574258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBhwlEl5cNNma11w0KPkTc_P6yDzi9jiFGibWB7CoqH4UlenSDfZwGXKaE9LbYOs_VpQkH8cCEhuTxBJ71TjZcXc6BsvfObMp9UbPRuVFJKE7_-816zQxp2NUS_MMBK447aWXY4WG9wUqI/s320/bday+1.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center"><img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529844208479761954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI5pyXPAJKFQF4hfwAfMW5ZHgZxw6dfWTSqgLuNnDuyRstgA5yNeaGljJ9ZJi3oBp4Wn1SlHLXhQz_hnH22VSSDCV_QxxkQUOEwua3RmmV_Qt2P0M7Ef-fquSgXUNByW_wwUTsVyXWr-jh/s320/bday.JPG" /><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj64Ed4GHC6bpyU3l-B1FxcyqTyULqazvAskO55nW4ZdPjcNyscgMGdGChGXwv8MFHXQJ-tg4bmDhtkgysPLAWq6u3TNYgOTT9H_otDJh4ercL8uPaGmdQ4m2O0IC3kUlBU_tOh0K9XtGem/s1600/bday+5.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529842800417320610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj64Ed4GHC6bpyU3l-B1FxcyqTyULqazvAskO55nW4ZdPjcNyscgMGdGChGXwv8MFHXQJ-tg4bmDhtkgysPLAWq6u3TNYgOTT9H_otDJh4ercL8uPaGmdQ4m2O0IC3kUlBU_tOh0K9XtGem/s320/bday+5.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLprwPlbQCtlsoWLCjJd8tG47jJWZyItos1jWx8IB6D-PYSiBom-A0EryKNxl7mvHnBzTf_a_u5qGlBzsDg85Wo5h7-ANLE50Jlmxc2ULhwWfeAwQ8_oSVHXGVIlRhyvk8rze_85jhqvMD/s1600/bday+6.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529842914733824418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLprwPlbQCtlsoWLCjJd8tG47jJWZyItos1jWx8IB6D-PYSiBom-A0EryKNxl7mvHnBzTf_a_u5qGlBzsDg85Wo5h7-ANLE50Jlmxc2ULhwWfeAwQ8_oSVHXGVIlRhyvk8rze_85jhqvMD/s320/bday+6.JPG" /></a></p><span style="font-size:90;"><p align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">So <span style="color:#000099;">30</span> came and went.<br />And it was a BLAST!<br />I was treated to a whole weekend of celebrations.<br />First, there was a <span style="color:#000099;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">GNO</span></span>,<br />which started at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kona</span> Grill for some requisite sushi<br />and DEE-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">licious</span> Sprinkles cupcakes.<br /><br />Next stop was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sephora</span>, to pick up my birthday gift<br />and then we all went to LUSH!<br />and were pampered with scrubs, soaps, and masks.<br />We made H&M our last stop,<br />where I skipped away with an<br />adorable shrug, two satin tiered tanks, a necklace and headband.<br />Score!<br />And of course, we ended the night with fro-yo and Road Karaoke.<br />It was such a good night.<br /><br />The celebration continued the next night at the movies<br />where Linc, Chris and I caught "The Social Network" which I loved!<br />Add in a Dr. Pepper, some popcorn, and coconut M&M's, and I was golden.<br /><br />On Monday, Ali, Kate, Clark, Ivan and I dined at<br /><span style="color:#000099;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Pappadeaux</span>,</span><br />my most fave of restaurants!!<br />Yummy!<br />We had frog legs, fried alligator, soft shell crab, shrimp gumbo, crab cakes, and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">fillet</span> m<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ignon</span>.<br />AND we also had key lime pie, banana pudding, creme <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">brulee</span>, and bread pudding.<br />It was exquisite!<br />We laughed so much that night!<br />Which did not help our super full stomachs.<br />Ouch.<br />We ended that night with Road Karaoke, too!<br /><br />It was a wonderful way to celebrate my 30 years on this planet.<br />Very memorable.<br />Especially since I will probably always have the extra 30 lbs I gained from that weekend to remind me.<br /></span></p></span>Lizardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09264968535149731741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344556063599736563.post-6535558405099433822010-10-09T21:29:00.000-07:002010-10-09T21:50:15.037-07:00Fro-Yo!!<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6U1BOxSHT4Z-DTHxQ-Fgrno4-r3f8HGCLXXiaDex4jU-i91VLqTGEnTr5euvsLHYPrf6kLKov6l5rYvh6KX7mtmf-otxrJ_gbmxcdHlxRsUUM6XsZmZvUhYoZ3ecc_mNv2QDwg-lMbwsg/s1600/fro+yo3.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526271395901697634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6U1BOxSHT4Z-DTHxQ-Fgrno4-r3f8HGCLXXiaDex4jU-i91VLqTGEnTr5euvsLHYPrf6kLKov6l5rYvh6KX7mtmf-otxrJ_gbmxcdHlxRsUUM6XsZmZvUhYoZ3ecc_mNv2QDwg-lMbwsg/s400/fro+yo3.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I love <span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">fro-yo</span>!</div><div align="center"></div><p align="center">The whole experience:</p><ul><li><div align="center">taking stock of the many dee-licious exotic flavors </div></li><li><div align="center">sampling my top 3</div></li><li><div align="center">deciding which flavors go best together</div></li><li><div align="center">deciding which of the many toppings to add to my icy treat</div></li><li><div align="center">then chillin' with my pals and talking gossip</div></li></ul><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Loves it!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Mmmm...</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">This is what you come away with</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZz3QT-gWY1X4-c45Zys7ZLuSZOqFTPfywykwD9mbhexuB9mSBVo7VHjnrHrytcoBIzHTfQ8HxGk0sykeour3X33-mW2Blv4UxqnAMJo2BSAe7KoGfA96C61dCBbbiUpswB_WtH1901L2o/s1600/fro+yo1.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526271399786502354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZz3QT-gWY1X4-c45Zys7ZLuSZOqFTPfywykwD9mbhexuB9mSBVo7VHjnrHrytcoBIzHTfQ8HxGk0sykeour3X33-mW2Blv4UxqnAMJo2BSAe7KoGfA96C61dCBbbiUpswB_WtH1901L2o/s400/fro+yo1.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">And this is what you end up</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIIZGFuxm0WkVWrolzYlStlSJnRsWJlBh4PBV7luiTagjzte20cMKFdWHqJhsTjPR0xpxcjCOe4whvbNcxAuSICcS_pWluquTADuw7dsb6LpGlq3kFCIMcl6fAzdvO8empgNhVK3eYtwsA/s1600/fro+yo2.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526271408802705890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIIZGFuxm0WkVWrolzYlStlSJnRsWJlBh4PBV7luiTagjzte20cMKFdWHqJhsTjPR0xpxcjCOe4whvbNcxAuSICcS_pWluquTADuw7dsb6LpGlq3kFCIMcl6fAzdvO8empgNhVK3eYtwsA/s400/fro+yo2.JPG" /></a><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">Happy snackin'!<br /></span><br /></div>Lizardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09264968535149731741noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344556063599736563.post-60707949504971375992010-09-29T13:26:00.000-07:002010-09-30T09:19:39.003-07:00A New Hope<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjibuRsf-8f0AQeYn6yaPfGoItyntBtZYLHDATMF5K-9C2q_cBZWnTfZNqoP9Tfz6H-jhJ8sc9qSlH2xV6-KYCHoxLHeWG6vwYPp5IILr0dwRVLHy94Xl8ejeZ_wLJtKtcNt8m-_g-592XI/s1600/yearning.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522739025363627250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjibuRsf-8f0AQeYn6yaPfGoItyntBtZYLHDATMF5K-9C2q_cBZWnTfZNqoP9Tfz6H-jhJ8sc9qSlH2xV6-KYCHoxLHeWG6vwYPp5IILr0dwRVLHy94Xl8ejeZ_wLJtKtcNt8m-_g-592XI/s400/yearning.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Yearning by Jonas Ranum Brandt</span><br /></span></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">October 4, 2010</div><div align="center">I will have been on this Earth for 30 years</div><div align="center">30 whole years</div><div align="center"><br />I'm terrified</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Not because I'm getting older, mind you.</div><div align="center">(Age, after all, is only a state of mind and my mind screams "20!!!")</div><div align="center">I'm terrified because I have such high expectations for the big 3-0.</div><div align="center"><br />I look toward 30 with stars in my eyes</div><div align="center">and I can't help myself.</div><div align="center">I know that I will probably be in for a huge let down,</div><div align="center">but there's something magical about that number.</div><div align="center"><br />To me, it means a chance for change,</div><div align="center">maybe a new beginning,</div><div align="center">maybe some excitement,</div><div align="center">something unexpected.</div><div align="center"><br />I want so desperately for something wonderful to happen, </div><div align="center">something amazing.</div><div align="center">Every morning, my alarm goes off and</div><div align="center">I awake feeling a yearning for that something. </div><div align="center"><br />I've grown so tired of being trapped in the </div><div align="center">cellophane wrapped haze of the past 2yrs,</div><div align="center">where everything I see, touch, feel is muted and dull.</div><div align="center"><br />I want excitement.</div><div align="center">I want vibrancy.</div><div align="center">I want happiness.</div><div align="center">I want a life.</div><div align="center"><br />I want so, so much...</div><div align="center"><br />And hence my fear of 30.</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div>Lizardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09264968535149731741noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344556063599736563.post-62228938278766502452010-09-02T15:57:00.001-07:002010-09-16T12:53:50.837-07:00LUSH!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoFQDmC4tMovXxpHmO-fls3tW6Q0TXkeDw2P3JkvRo5U8N8ZB2HlCU9ctJeTEJkJFG7ou7y_uvX1i_UuiC6tkcH7d5cHsjuYc339n_uUs-D1-m4w_I7aF0s6W0m2M1CWCGJDpV8lVFVV1u/s1600/lush.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517600255926520610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoFQDmC4tMovXxpHmO-fls3tW6Q0TXkeDw2P3JkvRo5U8N8ZB2HlCU9ctJeTEJkJFG7ou7y_uvX1i_UuiC6tkcH7d5cHsjuYc339n_uUs-D1-m4w_I7aF0s6W0m2M1CWCGJDpV8lVFVV1u/s400/lush.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center">I adore <span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">LUSH</span>!</div><div align="center">It has the best smelling products!</div><div align="center">I can seriously spend hours in that store getting pampered and inhaling the lovely aromas.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">My last foray into that wonderful store gave me </div><div align="center"><br /></div><ul><li><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Love Lettuce</span> - lavender scented exfoliating mask for normal to oily skin.<br />It has almond bits to gently remove dead skin and<br />china clay to absorb the dirt off your skin.</div></li></ul><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">&</span></p><ul><li><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;">Cupcake</span> - a chocolate scented mask to help prevent breakouts and<br />it also removes excess oil.<br />It has peppermint oil to stimulate and sandalwood oil to soften.<br />Yum!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCPW_nJeLufggH3207UO1oDgVtN7T28RFs1rdt7ap6ETIi06u0MyrwUsksD1YTTdC3725Pb-eBcaBLTipJJWiNsIi8a6zW1flgDuaCETZcjBTk1c6spDVIxkP91osdJe4PK1RyrzdwEUQI/s1600/love+lettuce.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512454454881305314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCPW_nJeLufggH3207UO1oDgVtN7T28RFs1rdt7ap6ETIi06u0MyrwUsksD1YTTdC3725Pb-eBcaBLTipJJWiNsIi8a6zW1flgDuaCETZcjBTk1c6spDVIxkP91osdJe4PK1RyrzdwEUQI/s400/love+lettuce.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6rnlMRe5R_FS9iN526l7_XEcnYCT_pRHBgnhUSNIAEOfxzcPqMZ-7dgFInuB_t0LvkImdnIMR_7rFpSYQ40wQFk7Jsm3R3htfo4JR_fryhTb6kEjFjXibAI2rPmRFrQJezPKb3czV213I/s1600/cupcake+face+mask.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512454444174841922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6rnlMRe5R_FS9iN526l7_XEcnYCT_pRHBgnhUSNIAEOfxzcPqMZ-7dgFInuB_t0LvkImdnIMR_7rFpSYQ40wQFk7Jsm3R3htfo4JR_fryhTb6kEjFjXibAI2rPmRFrQJezPKb3czV213I/s400/cupcake+face+mask.jpg" /></a><br /><br />as well as:</div></li></ul><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">SexyPeel</span> - a delish bar of soap!<br />I almost want to eat it!<br />This is a bar of soap that I would welcome to have my mouth washed out with! </p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgquemLC1jyx_7MFTBtKFj89nytl06fOeUh7A6Mz3SaGbq99glJ54Duq25_VE3dHaU4iOAGQSUSJDSjvi-p8QGJ5lSGtCHd2uW0eaMFJqOIR_p-OK_11yM-Xx08KXZIBZf_fejCxcvFGe_a/s1600/Sexy_Peel.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512465672432238578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgquemLC1jyx_7MFTBtKFj89nytl06fOeUh7A6Mz3SaGbq99glJ54Duq25_VE3dHaU4iOAGQSUSJDSjvi-p8QGJ5lSGtCHd2uW0eaMFJqOIR_p-OK_11yM-Xx08KXZIBZf_fejCxcvFGe_a/s400/Sexy_Peel.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center">Previously, <span style="font-size:130%;">Dark Angels</span> had made it home with me.</div><div align="center">It is a facial scrub that does wonders for an oily complexion, such as mine.</div><div align="center">It has powdered charcoal and black sugar to absorb the oil and exfoliate the skin.</div><div align="center">It also has avocado oil to soften it and rosewood oil to make it smell divine.</div><div align="center">Careful, though!</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">It gets messy!</span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHSTjJvOPsG5UJYOxVFftKw9ED4uVQGW_XiFMKGbBnagojsO8LK66jHKfTvsCUyDLa4n7Q0Gvl6m7fy18oOV26trUbKznziILEHAShmiNWNA3OG0otqaKfNRoabDejtJPIwAn9X-YmcXAX/s1600/Dark_Angels_4bfbf18f1e75f.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512454440521921074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHSTjJvOPsG5UJYOxVFftKw9ED4uVQGW_XiFMKGbBnagojsO8LK66jHKfTvsCUyDLa4n7Q0Gvl6m7fy18oOV26trUbKznziILEHAShmiNWNA3OG0otqaKfNRoabDejtJPIwAn9X-YmcXAX/s400/Dark_Angels_4bfbf18f1e75f.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br />Now, one of their most luxurious items are their <span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">Bath Bombs</span>.</div><div align="center">It just a ball of happiness.</div><div align="center">They can make any bath time a party for one.</div><div align="center">Just sit and breathe in all the goodness...<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbx34PaP10CBGSrYA1BvMJi9DF1ButuHFJ8JcrZMyW9hN53u5p3ZTBYljFkRM80jwTJe6iRULsHfI-tAJohtJY6Q0AMWFH2qQxvbnjU41J3oW7bFym1ZFQWAc1VVaAOewaohG3Uqs_vSFP/s1600/bath+bombs.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512463746153228002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbx34PaP10CBGSrYA1BvMJi9DF1ButuHFJ8JcrZMyW9hN53u5p3ZTBYljFkRM80jwTJe6iRULsHfI-tAJohtJY6Q0AMWFH2qQxvbnjU41J3oW7bFym1ZFQWAc1VVaAOewaohG3Uqs_vSFP/s400/bath+bombs.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">Ahhhhhh....</span> </div>Lizardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09264968535149731741noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344556063599736563.post-1826523506596388822010-09-01T14:13:00.000-07:002010-09-02T14:37:28.279-07:00My 2010 Grads!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcCxpGhr2o2QfFKyLRTZxQtbSn07ZbD1pDATntlujD9VUYfwst0a-4plWGA_m8o-t6JsdMlClMJo1R2G5V_7sQ6YhoYDm-bYM9hvGjQk9YULWEXR1vovAwMGaM13GQH_ZpVsWEKDtaWrGq/s1600/zane.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 395px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512063854065608434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcCxpGhr2o2QfFKyLRTZxQtbSn07ZbD1pDATntlujD9VUYfwst0a-4plWGA_m8o-t6JsdMlClMJo1R2G5V_7sQ6YhoYDm-bYM9hvGjQk9YULWEXR1vovAwMGaM13GQH_ZpVsWEKDtaWrGq/s400/zane.jpg" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJPW0jaYbYQss3W3ueQ1pukU3U0GM3cz3YqFcfmCc161P0VqK-4NcL8yc6NSKWa_IupX20c_wxg6Ij1YG8tlvPSOsIPi3L7-9xYzTFg0iHAlpYIrMk4sD6wd1ZelmMzvLYPRB-0nru_WZc/s1600/leelu.jpg" /><img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512063849064830306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJPW0jaYbYQss3W3ueQ1pukU3U0GM3cz3YqFcfmCc161P0VqK-4NcL8yc6NSKWa_IupX20c_wxg6Ij1YG8tlvPSOsIPi3L7-9xYzTFg0iHAlpYIrMk4sD6wd1ZelmMzvLYPRB-0nru_WZc/s400/leelu.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Yay!!<br />My puppies graduated!<br />I was so nervous, thinking for sure they were gonna fail.<br />But they didn't!<br />I'm so proud! </div><div align="center"><br />They both had to show they can<br /></div><ul><li><div align="center">sit</div></li><li><div align="center">wait</div></li><li><div align="center">stay</div></li><li><div align="center">leave it</div></li><li><div align="center">drop it</div></li><li><div align="center">down</div></li><li><div align="center">come when called</div></li></ul><p align="center"><br />It was a long and grueling test.<br />(wink, wink)<br />But let me tell you,<br />they were well rewarded with<br />yummy blueberries and lovely carrots.<br />Delicious and nutritious.<br /><br />But what really made me laugh was this past Sunday at Church.<br />I was sitting next to this sweet, but mischievous little boy,<br />who held on to his little plastic water cup that was passed at Sacrament.<br />He started chewing on it and cracking it<br />and making a big racket.<br />His Mother, red in the face, kept whispering<br />"Give that to me!"<br />"Drop that!"<br />"Leave that alone!"<br />I quickly turned my face and buried it in my hymn book!<br />Although, to be honest, I don't think I fooled the red-faced Mother.<br />My shoulders were shaking so bad!<br />You see, my puppies passed their obedience school.<br />They both know the Drop It/Leave it command.<br />Hmm...<br />Maybe I should give that poor mother PetSmart's card?</p>Lizardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09264968535149731741noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344556063599736563.post-61202326353873966732010-08-31T15:46:00.001-07:002010-08-31T15:50:44.065-07:00New Treat!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSdgOaslw_dGH1u1JhM6UqWJsAGCPRT5Qkpx0kkrIi-cHK36eHRFqHK9pM7EOGdGwmPyElir3ZWJNYByZF0mFQMwk_FDzF2iBr4CaaZNhP8_HoYVMwbyd0WKylBbq2rtdwRX4mqfgoP9uq/s1600/pretzel-mms-300x279.png"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511709244903672498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSdgOaslw_dGH1u1JhM6UqWJsAGCPRT5Qkpx0kkrIi-cHK36eHRFqHK9pM7EOGdGwmPyElir3ZWJNYByZF0mFQMwk_FDzF2iBr4CaaZNhP8_HoYVMwbyd0WKylBbq2rtdwRX4mqfgoP9uq/s400/pretzel-mms-300x279.png" /></a> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Sweet and salty</div><div align="center">Delish!</div><div align="center">But I do feel a little bad for the neurotic Orange M&M.</div><div align="center">Poor little dude.</div><div align="center">But I thank him for his sacrifice.</div><div align="center"> </div>Lizardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09264968535149731741noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344556063599736563.post-23710896348333748612010-08-18T10:36:00.000-07:002010-08-18T13:00:03.504-07:00Help!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9chn2TEX8Yt1W7DTR4rQd-tRom2nsUTu2bNVH2oLM8Xftrq5Xl5kXjRMLSv3F0dkObVIPPGnTR7AI-t9xPUuvt4m_n5Jow1TCaKFNDkFn4KWIAR7OxvrPPg71DiL87df8dWCdgF-qbzWp/s1600/liz.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506809703897425586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9chn2TEX8Yt1W7DTR4rQd-tRom2nsUTu2bNVH2oLM8Xftrq5Xl5kXjRMLSv3F0dkObVIPPGnTR7AI-t9xPUuvt4m_n5Jow1TCaKFNDkFn4KWIAR7OxvrPPg71DiL87df8dWCdgF-qbzWp/s400/liz.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I am in truly desperate need!!</div><div align="center">Look at my hair!!</div><div align="center">It is a triangle!</div><div align="center">I have TRIANGLE hair!!</div><div align="center">AAUGH!!!</div><div align="center">As my curly haired sistas know, </div><div align="center">Triangle Hair is a common mishap we must face in between hair cuts.</div><div align="center">And now you're saying "So get a hair cut!", right?</div><div align="center">Well, DUH! (she says with an eye roll)</div><div align="center">But as the wonderfully talented Meg, </div><div align="center">who just so happens to be my hairstylist as well as niece,</div><div align="center">just gave birth to her very own ador-UH-ble nugget </div><div align="center">who occupies all her time and attention (she says with a smile )</div><div align="center">there really is no end to my plight.</div><div align="center">You see, Meg is GREAT!</div><div align="center">She knows how to make me look good.</div><div align="center">And since she is out of commission for the next couple of weeks,</div><div align="center">I foresee ponytails and updo's in my immediate future.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">But I will keep strong</div><div align="center">and bear this mark of shame</div><div align="center">with my head held high.</div><div align="center">Which will be a bit difficult, </div><div align="center">since it is all this hair that is weighting it down...</div>Lizardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09264968535149731741noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344556063599736563.post-17988613154994468532010-08-11T12:50:00.000-07:002010-08-12T12:59:23.709-07:00To sleep, perchance to dream<div align="center">I adore sleep.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">You don't understand how much I love it:</div><div align="center">My big bed.</div><div align="center">My fluffy comforter.</div><div align="center">My many pillows arranged to surround my body juuuusssst right.</div><div align="center">Oh!</div><div align="center">And my stuffed animal (don't judge!)</div><div align="center">Does it get any better?<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">As for dreams, well, I don't remember many.</div><div align="center">But the ones I do remember stay with me for a long time.</div><div align="center">And it really sucks that I mostly remember my nightmares!</div><div align="center">Gross!</div><div align="center">But this past Saturday,</div><div align="center">while I was in the in-between</div><div align="center">(you know, the land between wake and sleep)</div><div align="center">I had what had to be the most bitter sweet reverie of my life.<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I don't remember many of the details,</div><div align="center">but I was feeling sad toward the end.</div><div align="center">I was in the bathroom, </div><div align="center">putting my face on,</div><div align="center">when I realized I didn't want to live with this awful feeling.</div><div align="center">The only way to get rid of it was to suck it up and call him.</div><div align="center">Matt.</div><div align="center">Call him and</div><div align="center">tell him I'm sorry,</div><div align="center">I love him,</div><div align="center">what a fool I've been,</div><div align="center">to please forgive me.</div><div align="center">I remember feeling better with my decision.</div><div align="center">I was a woman with a plan of action.<br />And, seriously, how could he resist me?</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Then the wake became more prominent.</div><div align="center">The dream mist began to clear.</div><div align="center">I remembered I couldn't call him.</div><div align="center">I couldn't talk to him.</div><div align="center">As I lay there, in that land,</div><div align="center">I couldn't help but feel so lost and helpless.</div><div align="center">So vulnerable.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I awoke with a tear-soaked pillow.</div>Lizardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09264968535149731741noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344556063599736563.post-21685018340432146682010-08-09T13:22:00.000-07:002010-08-09T20:14:36.542-07:00Leelu, my lil' glutton<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEJiKbjMy5gMRPGFetw64uEj8khZ06azZygEbwFiO2sf6jAA9vUsn2SrQ49kB-4rzjYCIwqN_ZyWBHes2ooHo3iQ9eiJsavThep0mX_WUKdYgZ2RP2fjSPPYp9gr34x2XZCxl5XcF2Reoy/s1600/slow+feeder+bowl.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503612108411744930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEJiKbjMy5gMRPGFetw64uEj8khZ06azZygEbwFiO2sf6jAA9vUsn2SrQ49kB-4rzjYCIwqN_ZyWBHes2ooHo3iQ9eiJsavThep0mX_WUKdYgZ2RP2fjSPPYp9gr34x2XZCxl5XcF2Reoy/s400/slow+feeder+bowl.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Leelu seriously INHALES her food.</div><div align="center">And Zane is not much better.</div><div align="center">20 seconds after the food gets put down, it is all over.</div><div align="center">20 SECONDS!</div><div align="center">And to top it off, </div><div align="center">Leelu makes this weird honking/hacking noise after she finishes.</div><div align="center">It really is quite frightening!</div><div align="center">Well, this past Saturday, after our puppy training session,</div><div align="center">I meandered over to the Martha Stewart section at PetSmart, </div><div align="center">looking for her beautiful sky blue treat jar.<br />It it the perfect complimentary color in my kitchen.</div><div align="center">And it's functional, too!</div><div align="center">Anyway, I saw that she had some food bowls, also.</div><div align="center">I then noticed these funny looking bowls that had Grand Canyon grooves in them.</div><div align="center">I picked them up and read the back of the package.</div><div align="center">Those little Grand Canyon grooves actually force the pup to slow when eating, </div><div align="center">thereby reducing the risk of chocking and bloat.</div><div align="center">How brilliant is that!? </div><div align="center">AND<br />it actually works!</div><div align="center">As off Saturday evening, Leelu is honk-free!</div><div align="center">Madame Stewart is Brilliant!</div><div align="center">Now if she could only help me with Leelu's humping of Zane problem...</div>Lizardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09264968535149731741noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344556063599736563.post-76282306986398239652010-07-01T09:52:00.000-07:002010-07-01T09:54:25.683-07:00You wanna know what I'm craving?<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5AQ6fetz8PcKhs9yOhI0El6BsnC8dt5mauFWOLxTIKtY1dMcmDW7ISi8nsVzbBbKaMb8ROTtu1rYm-Rjt2LMSG-z-DFnEkUCXnzFIIIlnKhv-xSC_inL1K8j9F9Z0x0FN6IdYQb3MpWm2/s1600/blizzard.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 175px; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488981920852616194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5AQ6fetz8PcKhs9yOhI0El6BsnC8dt5mauFWOLxTIKtY1dMcmDW7ISi8nsVzbBbKaMb8ROTtu1rYm-Rjt2LMSG-z-DFnEkUCXnzFIIIlnKhv-xSC_inL1K8j9F9Z0x0FN6IdYQb3MpWm2/s400/blizzard.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">This!</div><div align="center">Chocolate covered strawberries Blizzard.</div><div align="center">Me was sooooo bad!<br /></div>Lizardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09264968535149731741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344556063599736563.post-26953471103326290092010-06-28T09:52:00.000-07:002010-06-28T10:00:16.047-07:00Crusin' down the aisle, just me, Gnarls, and the boy.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMLGIdH-vzYGCc5gD4c9rRbpAoQGH_priiZyKjz1IBzArhXFaWbLjxiVeC0XwisDneP9mj6nnj8OyMnlECbL7LHe0dBPh8inL5zojMrYU02rW7gDrYgvUKRtllAHGvUfP7Tg5WiR8E6ncQ/s1600/fresh-n-easy-300x222.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487868540254149426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMLGIdH-vzYGCc5gD4c9rRbpAoQGH_priiZyKjz1IBzArhXFaWbLjxiVeC0XwisDneP9mj6nnj8OyMnlECbL7LHe0dBPh8inL5zojMrYU02rW7gDrYgvUKRtllAHGvUfP7Tg5WiR8E6ncQ/s400/fresh-n-easy-300x222.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">So I'm at Fresh & Easy</div><div align="center">shopping for sustenance.</div><div align="center">All of a sudden, </div><div align="center">"Crazy" by Gnarls Barkley comes on.</div><div align="center">I'm feeling good, so after taking a furtive glance around me,</div><div align="center">I start to wiggle my hips, </div><div align="center">bop my head, </div><div align="center">do a little shuffle down the condiment aisle.</div><div align="center">Then I hear:</div><div align="center">"Oh yeah! Get down!"</div><div align="center">There he was, the stock boy, stocking the bread.</div><div align="center">I tried to laugh as my face begins to flame.</div><div align="center">I hurried the rest of the condiment aisle,</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">but </span></div><div align="center">I kept bopping my head to let him know I wasn't embarrassed.</div><div align="center">But I was.</div><div align="center">Oh, </div><div align="center">I was.</div>Lizardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09264968535149731741noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344556063599736563.post-52928190051295247682010-06-23T09:47:00.000-07:002010-06-23T12:28:43.842-07:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ZHRtwx7viK0ZAXZ187u2wP_HeXBB0Br5pS2zUmzeY1xBIKqeF3H8OE0Ni2c8gXmQrm8hrUZ-r2OBWfdIsiU6aZP01Zx_lG_0qGbdfQind5nCanU4SBMhPA2Ukezjj6f3yf0AyfNJP6tM/s1600/coconut+m%26m%27.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486011766045486530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ZHRtwx7viK0ZAXZ187u2wP_HeXBB0Br5pS2zUmzeY1xBIKqeF3H8OE0Ni2c8gXmQrm8hrUZ-r2OBWfdIsiU6aZP01Zx_lG_0qGbdfQind5nCanU4SBMhPA2Ukezjj6f3yf0AyfNJP6tM/s400/coconut+m%26m%27.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Coconut M&M's = Deliciousness</div><div align="center">It's my in-need-of-a-sugar-rush treat.</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">Yum!</span> </div><div align="center">Get a bag today!<br /></div>Lizardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09264968535149731741noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344556063599736563.post-69589383710371623562010-06-22T10:16:00.000-07:002010-06-22T10:19:42.346-07:00TS3!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTpHWOfezpRH6NPt3FrebpdqiqUnJF3YDsdau-fQAdKgdr9G8Vz21OhZu2sZSiwLV0FDf-maRyZ6ShhtV2V_3x3xf-sOmW2EnvxihNiK_UQWWoYaj7Voenk4gZKhMpkrgttsC86gBc-Jtg/s1600/toystory_3_2.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485648637027261954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTpHWOfezpRH6NPt3FrebpdqiqUnJF3YDsdau-fQAdKgdr9G8Vz21OhZu2sZSiwLV0FDf-maRyZ6ShhtV2V_3x3xf-sOmW2EnvxihNiK_UQWWoYaj7Voenk4gZKhMpkrgttsC86gBc-Jtg/s400/toystory_3_2.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Such a great movie!!</div><div align="center">Totally worth the 3D!</div><div align="center">Please go see it!</div><div align="center">Oh!</div><div align="center">And take tissues!</div>Lizardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09264968535149731741noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344556063599736563.post-65087963579371384512010-06-20T20:47:00.000-07:002010-06-20T22:02:19.630-07:00Happy Father's Day<div align="center">I love this man.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8kBCYXUt7tMAnX8DUhGNqIuXO1XDyx_lNaMRXNZJogsNX7CzOSmnADvgWTQkeO4C4_oZScKKkCuhzJjXTnmMghNcnZI4KgyAxUCmbwBnZvqTxW_B6rk1Nbx1pi9ZwkPomrtZp_WC03Q6Q/s1600/Sheril+V.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485069376007067266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8kBCYXUt7tMAnX8DUhGNqIuXO1XDyx_lNaMRXNZJogsNX7CzOSmnADvgWTQkeO4C4_oZScKKkCuhzJjXTnmMghNcnZI4KgyAxUCmbwBnZvqTxW_B6rk1Nbx1pi9ZwkPomrtZp_WC03Q6Q/s400/Sheril+V.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">All the best that My Boo had in him </div><div align="center">was because of him mother</div><div align="center">and because of his father.</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I am in utter awe over this man.</div><div align="center">His strength</div><div align="center">His love</div><div align="center">His kindness</div><div align="center">His intelligence</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I always teased Matt that I only married him because of his family.</div><div align="center">He would just shakes his head and say "I know."</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">This Renaissance man is what I always wanted in a father.</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">And now I am blessed to call him that.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Happy Father's Day</div><div align="center">to this wonderful man</div><div align="center">who holds a piece of my heart.</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyFLh2ZWvZ8kBe8RB2Qr5gYUMGVexXbLbn1UYIa1jL_UKZsVfxATdlqIsOKbAyzRyklaSi9xD2Psp-dNj57oVlZP7zWLIO5Xsruuh7d862Hd7ARJXeAs6TsCenE3ddYyoYNz_gQkeA2-Va/s1600/Sheril+V+2.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485069388588235858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyFLh2ZWvZ8kBe8RB2Qr5gYUMGVexXbLbn1UYIa1jL_UKZsVfxATdlqIsOKbAyzRyklaSi9xD2Psp-dNj57oVlZP7zWLIO5Xsruuh7d862Hd7ARJXeAs6TsCenE3ddYyoYNz_gQkeA2-Va/s400/Sheril+V+2.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8kBCYXUt7tMAnX8DUhGNqIuXO1XDyx_lNaMRXNZJogsNX7CzOSmnADvgWTQkeO4C4_oZScKKkCuhzJjXTnmMghNcnZI4KgyAxUCmbwBnZvqTxW_B6rk1Nbx1pi9ZwkPomrtZp_WC03Q6Q/s1600/Sheril+V.JPG"></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Lizardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09264968535149731741noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344556063599736563.post-24672698723051935462010-06-17T10:08:00.000-07:002010-06-17T10:13:51.315-07:00You wanna know what I hate?<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv-0ILTIuxO08hODp4_glBVcbxxsJgOmprWkyLmeh_idgJ-kh71dinbi0J2wPZoZ0v14byWY20SzkINgSRlfbhneiYSHYa_t0_-zgl1Kd316knWHLIV9lEAyGmsuFROaVEGTB9gLoNINcX/s1600/pontiac+steering+wheel.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483791739935442034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv-0ILTIuxO08hODp4_glBVcbxxsJgOmprWkyLmeh_idgJ-kh71dinbi0J2wPZoZ0v14byWY20SzkINgSRlfbhneiYSHYa_t0_-zgl1Kd316knWHLIV9lEAyGmsuFROaVEGTB9gLoNINcX/s400/pontiac+steering+wheel.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">A steering wheel that has been </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">baking</span> </div><div align="center">in the hot Arizona sun!</div>Lizardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09264968535149731741noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344556063599736563.post-33006178246122900102010-06-14T22:34:00.000-07:002010-06-14T22:42:06.225-07:00Sorry...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVDHlzW1r4HovKHkByb0zkFTXiI2zFzkkJWlJIuWxXR2ChQ8db__p_cHpZV7eAl59lqFXaqkDfYBZYD2_8STQ49wds9DWs1QM5J6pui9vVBqXWz5Wc0jG7MWGCb26jJJkiCL_K4X5kWS-_/s1600/ashamed.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482870219326925090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVDHlzW1r4HovKHkByb0zkFTXiI2zFzkkJWlJIuWxXR2ChQ8db__p_cHpZV7eAl59lqFXaqkDfYBZYD2_8STQ49wds9DWs1QM5J6pui9vVBqXWz5Wc0jG7MWGCb26jJJkiCL_K4X5kWS-_/s400/ashamed.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">So this past weekend I had a serious on and off case of the</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">mean reds</span>.</div><div align="center">They always seem to engulf you when your alone.</div><div align="center">And it takes a while to shake them off.</div><div align="center">But it helps to write.</div><div align="center">It's a good outlet.</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">So...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Sorry for the emotional babble.</div><div align="center">And thanks for not holding it against me.</div>Lizardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09264968535149731741noreply@blogger.com0