tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61375174330560156412024-03-13T22:13:06.080-07:00Are you there God? It's me Kristen.Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01077897158227922660noreply@blogger.comBlogger95125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137517433056015641.post-8325026353123872702011-02-18T08:28:00.000-08:002011-02-18T08:45:58.545-08:00Never buy jewelry from Zales!I am so livid right now! I have never, ever had a worse experience retail shopping for anything, much less expensive jewelry in my life.<br /><br />My best friend bought me a beautiful pink <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">saphire</span> ring for Valentines Day. I saw it online and she wanted to get it for me. She had to go to 3 <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Zales</span> stores before she found one...and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">unfortunately</span> she ended up at the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Zales</span> in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Gwinnett</span> Place Mall.<br /><br />When she went in, she told me she was pretty much ignored for a while. Finally someone decided to help her. The sales person was very pushy with her about the protection plan. She sold her the plan, telling her it was $39.99. Ashley told her she wanted to think about it.<br /><br />We decided to get the plan, because it included free sizing and I needed to get it sized up to fit, because they only size they had in stock was a 7. We went back to get the plan and get it sized. The man that helped us the second time was obviously new. But we decided to discuss the plan with him and then purchase it. He told us the plan was $29.99. Wait...the lady the first time told her it was $39.99. He told us the extra $10 is an OPTIONAL theft protection plan. The first lady made no mention of it being <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">separate</span>...she tried to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">up sale</span> Ashley without her knowledge! What a crook!<br /><br />Then he was doing all the paperwork...took him forever and he had to keep calling over another sales person to help him. We stood and waited for all this for over 45 minutes. He asked me what size I needed the ring sized up to...I told him I didn't know, I would need to be sized. He brought the ring <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">sizers</span> over to me and just handed them to me! I had to size myself!<br /><br />Finally, it was all done and he told us my ring would be ready in a week. Wait a minute....a week!? I've had 2 rings sized at Jarred and they were done in 2-4 HOURS!<br /><br />Oh well, it's worth the wait....right?<br /><br />Well, wait is the right word. We got a call yesterday late afternoon that my ring was ready. So Ash went this morning to pick it up. The store opens at 10am. Ashley got there a minute or 2 early. No one was there. Another employee was there waiting. Nobody. 10am passes.....10:30....11:00....11:38 someone finally shows up. 1 hour and 40 minutes LATE. Now Ashley had to wait for them to open the store, count the registers and bring all the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">jewelry</span> out.<br /><br />FINALLY.....2 hours later...Ashley finally gets my ring. I wasn't even the one waiting and I have never been so infuriated! What a way to treat your customers! I don't care if its <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Neiman</span> Marcus or the Dollar Tree! Its <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ridiculous</span>! Especially when they have your property that you have already paid for and you are coming to pick up. What insanity.<br /><br />Not to mention, after waiting an hour....Ashely called <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Zales</span> customer service number and the girl on the phone treated her so rude and wouldn't even help her contact a supervisor or anything.<br /><br />NEVER EVER buy anything at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Zales</span>. Terrible.Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01077897158227922660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137517433056015641.post-34085462816144217182011-02-08T17:27:00.001-08:002011-02-08T17:27:58.666-08:00An adventure in canning.<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittycat799/5429178557/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5252/5429178557_e2302bf5e5_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittycat799/5429178557/">An adventure in canning.</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kittycat799/">kmiller799</a></span></div>In my quest for homemaker perfection, canning was one thing I still need to check off my list. Besides having yummy fruits in the pantry all year 'round...It will be nice to have jars of yumminess to give as gifts to friends and family.<br /><br />Of course citrus is in season now, so Tangerine Marmalade it will be. The Blue Chair Jam Cookbook by Rachel Saunders is awesome. The pictures are gorgeous and make my mouth water. The recipes seem more complicated than I will need at first though. But it's a beautiful addition to my bookshelf.<br /><br />I made a Greek dinner tonight. Chicken Souvlaki with warm pita and homemade tzatziki. I also made greek potatoes. It was so yummy!<br /><br />Until tomorrow.....<br clear="all" />Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01077897158227922660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137517433056015641.post-70160320018757793232011-02-08T07:38:00.003-08:002011-02-08T07:38:45.664-08:00Perfect on a dreary day.<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittycat799/5426841950/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5259/5426841950_15e4dbb636_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittycat799/5426841950/">Perfect on a dreary day.</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kittycat799/">kmiller799</a></span></div><br clear="all" />Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01077897158227922660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137517433056015641.post-23959614362867613282011-02-08T07:38:00.001-08:002011-02-08T07:38:21.454-08:00Surprise Maw Maw!<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittycat799/5423515103/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5095/5423515103_04b8a4c053_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittycat799/5423515103/">Surprise Maw Maw!</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kittycat799/">kmiller799</a></span></div><br clear="all" />Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01077897158227922660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137517433056015641.post-9813192119927427062011-02-08T07:37:00.007-08:002011-02-08T07:37:57.362-08:00Family Ties<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittycat799/5421127921/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5140/5421127921_13c3171b83_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittycat799/5421127921/">Family Ties</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kittycat799/">kmiller799</a></span></div><br clear="all" />Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01077897158227922660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137517433056015641.post-78152498947632954472011-02-08T07:37:00.005-08:002011-02-08T07:37:37.394-08:00Pizza (abandoned)<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittycat799/5417903890/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5059/5417903890_46236545d6_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittycat799/5417903890/">Pizza (abandoned)</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kittycat799/">kmiller799</a></span></div><br clear="all" />Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01077897158227922660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137517433056015641.post-52757605239199054872011-02-08T07:37:00.003-08:002011-02-08T07:37:16.992-08:00Tangerines, an Observation.<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittycat799/5414651870/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4108/5414651870_c90410b317_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittycat799/5414651870/">Tangerines, an Observation.</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kittycat799/">kmiller799</a></span></div><br clear="all" />Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01077897158227922660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137517433056015641.post-83624989900769148502011-02-08T07:37:00.001-08:002011-02-08T07:37:01.054-08:00Yep, got one.<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittycat799/5411123349/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5212/5411123349_6b8e2599c7_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittycat799/5411123349/">Yep, got one.</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kittycat799/">kmiller799</a></span></div><br clear="all" />Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01077897158227922660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137517433056015641.post-70409190473548660262011-02-08T07:36:00.001-08:002011-02-08T07:36:14.873-08:00Raindrops keep fallin' on my...<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittycat799/5409119323/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4110/5409119323_a474827289_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittycat799/5409119323/">Raindrops keep fallin' on my...</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kittycat799/">kmiller799</a></span></div><br clear="all" />Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01077897158227922660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137517433056015641.post-1642158439503873002011-02-08T07:35:00.001-08:002011-02-08T07:35:10.670-08:00Thank God I live in Atlanta!<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittycat799/5406262271/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5092/5406262271_3fee8560f8_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittycat799/5406262271/">Thank God I live in Atlanta!</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kittycat799/">kmiller799</a></span></div><br clear="all" />Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01077897158227922660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137517433056015641.post-11884957965963956332011-02-08T07:34:00.003-08:002011-02-08T07:34:30.002-08:00BAD car day.<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittycat799/5403019544/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5140/5403019544_3e7c8f4737_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittycat799/5403019544/">BAD car day.</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kittycat799/">kmiller799</a></span></div><br clear="all" />Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01077897158227922660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137517433056015641.post-31978960639322806722011-02-08T07:34:00.001-08:002011-02-08T07:34:08.547-08:00Speaking of the cats....<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittycat799/5402993302/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5135/5402993302_e1d17293f7_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittycat799/5402993302/">Speaking of the cats....</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kittycat799/">kmiller799</a></span></div><br clear="all" />Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01077897158227922660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137517433056015641.post-44185007937614111412011-02-08T07:33:00.003-08:002011-02-08T07:33:38.309-08:00While the cats away....<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittycat799/5396366092/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4101/5396366092_4639a9f804_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittycat799/5396366092/">While the cats away....</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kittycat799/">kmiller799</a></span></div><br clear="all" />Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01077897158227922660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137517433056015641.post-20257684059547853192011-02-08T07:33:00.001-08:002011-02-08T07:33:13.101-08:00Project365 - I'm jumping on.<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittycat799/5392571519/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5133/5392571519_ccf7e4daae_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittycat799/5392571519/">Project365 - I'm jumping on.</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kittycat799/">kmiller799</a></span></div><br clear="all" />Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01077897158227922660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137517433056015641.post-50755801618323514912011-02-08T07:26:00.001-08:002011-02-08T07:30:40.331-08:00Project 365I've known about Project 365 for a few years now. It always seemed like such a monumental task that I never wanted to participate. My sister started on Jan 1st this year, and seeing her pictures motivated me to try. It gives me a short-term goal every day and keeps me accountable!<br />I've been posting my pictures on Flickr. Today will be Day 13. I thought it might be fun to upload my pictures here everyday too, and write a little bit....so at the end of the year, I can look back and remember every single day.<br />Pretty awesome way to not let time slip away.<br /><br />So today, I will post my previous 12 photos and from today on, I will try to post every day!Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01077897158227922660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137517433056015641.post-52911411118133843662010-10-08T05:54:00.000-07:002010-10-08T06:03:25.581-07:00Dream a little dream....I know we all dream every night, and don't even remember it. Sometimes, I will wake up from a dream and remember it in vivid detail, but then a few hours later I can't remember it at all. I think I should put a notebook by my bed so I can jot it down. I feel <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">frustrated</span> when I can't remember something so recent. I think its a mechanism our mind uses kind of like temporary <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Internet</span> files, clears them out of your hard drive so you have room for more important memories.<br /><br />When I woke up this morning, I remembered the dream I was having.<br /><br />I dreamed that I was driving my sister's Scion, but in the dream it was my car. I was driving around <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">alot</span>, running <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">errands</span>. Then I met my uncle, because we were going on a trip together. At that point, I parked the car and rode with him. We went to eat, and then we went to the drug store. I can remember shopping in the drugstore vividly, but not what I was shopping for.<br /><br />Then it was time to go get my car, and I could not remember where it was parked. We were searching all over and couldn't find it. We retraced all the steps I could remember and the car was no where to be found. I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">remember</span> being worried that if I couldn't find my car before the trip, it would get towed away. I woke up before there was any resolution.<br /><br />So, I thought it would be fun to look up the parts of my dream in a dream dictionary and see what it all means. This is what I found:<br /><br />To dream that you forgot or can't find where you parked your car, indicates that you are dissatisfied or unhappy with an aspect of your waking life. You do not know what you really want to do with your life or where you want to go.<br /><br />To dream that you are going on a trip, suggests that you are in need of a change of scenery. You are feeling overworked and need to take time out for yourself for some fun and relaxation. Alternatively, the dream means that you are looking to explore a different aspect of yourself.<br /><br />To dream that you are on a business trip, suggests that you are having a difficult time trying to relax and being at ease. You may be feeling overwhelmed.<br /><br />To dream that you are shopping, symbolizes your needs and desires. It also represents opportunities and options that you come across in life. Consider what you are shopping for and what needs you are try to fulfill. In particular, to dream that you are shopping for food and groceries, signifies your hidden attempt to buy the attention of others. If you are shopping for clothes, then it suggests that you are trying to put forth a new image.<br /><br />To dream that you are in a drugstore, signifies a time for healing. You need to correct your thinking and readjust your attitude. You should look within yourself for the solution to a problem instead of relying on outside help. Alternatively, you may also be experiencing concerns with your health.<br /><br />Its pretty creepy how accurate <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">alot</span> of that is. Maybe we should listen to our dreams more often....Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01077897158227922660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137517433056015641.post-56915076472644760962010-04-22T07:44:00.001-07:002010-04-22T07:44:29.439-07:00It just isn't fair!<div style="outline-style: none;">WHY MEN ARE NEVER DEPRESSED -<br />Men are just happier people. What do you expect from such simple creatures?</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">You last name stays put.</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">The garage is all yours.</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">Wedding plans take care of themselves.</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">Chocolate is just another snack.</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">You can never be pregnant.</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">You can wear a white t-shirt to a water park.</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">You can wear NO shirt to a water park.</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">Car mechanics tell you the truth.</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">The world is your urinal.</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky.</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">Same work, same pay.<br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">Wrinkles add character.</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">Wedding dress $5,000. Tux rental $100.</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them.</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet.</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">One mood all the time.</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">A 5-day vacation only requires one suitcase.<br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">You can open all your own jars.</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">Your underwear is $8.95 for a 3-pack.</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">You only have to shave your face and neck.</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">You can play with toys all your life.</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">One wallet and one pair of shoes - one color for all seasons.</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look.</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife.</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24th in 25 minutes.</div><div style="outline-style: none;"><br /></div><div style="outline-style: none;">No wonder men are happier.</div>Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01077897158227922660noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137517433056015641.post-6569309990762516932010-03-30T12:33:00.000-07:002010-03-30T12:45:45.057-07:00The getting to know you quiz...AKA I'm so self absorbed.<h3 class="post-title entry-title"> <a href="http://www.howtoeatacupcake.net/2009/05/getting-to-know-you-quiz.html">THE GETTING TO KNOW YOU QUIZ</a> </h3> I saw this meme-style quiz over on <a href="http://www.howtoeatacupcake.net/">How to Eat a Cupcake</a> who copied it from <a href="http://melissamckelvey.com/">The Boastful Baker</a> who copied it from <a href="http://www.browniepointsblog.com/">Brownie Points</a>. Both are awesome blogs, so check them out after you read this quiz.<br /><br />PS: Feel free to copy it onto your blog so we can get to know YOU! :D<br /><br /><em>THE GETTING TO KNOW YOU QUIZ<br /></em><br /><strong>Metal or non-stick?</strong> Baking or cooking? I use both for both I guess.<br /><br /><strong>Cast iron or stainless?</strong> Both again! (man <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i'm</span> boring) I love my cast iron for certain things and of course my stainless for all the rest.<br /><br /><strong>Cutting board: silicone or wood?</strong> I like wood, but am scared of the sanitation factor. I have a ton of those thin plastic ones.<br /><br /><strong>Knife: carbon steel or stainless?</strong> I think my knives are Stainless.<br /><br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Kitchenaid</span> or hand mixer?</strong> I love my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">kitchenaid</span> stand mixer. Use it all the time! Wish I had more bowls for it!<br /><br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Cooktop</span>: gas, electric, induction?</strong> Well, if I had my choice it would be gas all the way, but only electric in my apartment :-(<br /><br /><strong>Side-by-side, freezer on top, fridge on top?</strong> Again, apartment living SUCKS. I have a regular old freezer on top model. But I so want one of those beautiful french door models with the drawer freezer.<br /><br /><strong>Apron or whoops?</strong> I love to wear aprons but I rarely remember to.<br /><br /><strong>Mashed potatoes: by hand, ricer, or mixer?</strong> I like my potatoes lumpy, so I use my old fashioned potato masher and do it by hand!<br /><br /><strong>Sandwich or wrap?</strong> I like both, but sometimes wraps can put on airs. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Hehe</span>.<br /><br /><strong>PB & _________ ?</strong> Sugar. Yep, good old white sugar sprinkled on my PB. Don't judge me. I like the crunch?<br /><br /><strong>Pancakes: syrup or applesauce?</strong> Um a big fat NO to applesauce. I like butter and macerated berries with their juice!<br /><br /><strong>Cake: scratch or mix?</strong> I usually make my cakes from scratch, but sometimes I cheat and use a mix if I don't have time.<br /><br /><strong>Chili: beans or no?</strong> Yes! Beans, beans the musical fruit, the more you eat the more you toot. The more you toot the better you feel, so eat your beans for every meal!<br /><br /><strong>Napkin: cloth or paper?</strong> Usually paper towels. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">LOL</span><br /><br /><strong>BBQ: takes the whole weekend to make or take out?</strong> I love to make my own in the crock-pot. But Dreamland BBQ is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">soooo</span> good.<br /><br /><strong>Chicken: white or dark?</strong> Legs and thighs please!<br /><br /><strong>Ice cream: cone or dish?</strong> Depends, if its a fresh made waffle cone, then yes. Or soft serve on a cake cone, yummy. But usually just a cup!<br /><br />♥ you all!<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">XOXO</span>,<br />KristenKristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01077897158227922660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137517433056015641.post-7209345343834750682010-03-22T06:42:00.000-07:002010-03-22T08:20:27.359-07:00100 things inspired byOne of my other bloggers I follow posted her 100 interesting things a few days ago. It inspired me to post.....100 interesting things about me. So, Get in, sit down, hold on, and shut up.<br /><br />1. I don't drink hot coffee. I drink cold coffee and hot tea.<br />2. I'm 26 going on 6 and love Hello Kitty.<br />3. I sleep with one foot off the side of the bed. And sometimes one arm too.<br />4. I can be physically abusive at times.<br />5. I have my tongue pierced.<br />6. I drive too fast.<br />7. I had my gall bladder out a few years ago.<br />8. I am meticulous when I fold laundry. My tshirts, jeans and towels must be a certain way.<br />9. I love, love, LOVE Greek food.<br />10. I was 3yrs old when my first car was sold.<br />11. I had a half brother. When I was 14, he committed suicide.<br />12. My first pet was an orange tabby named Spikey, he lived to be 20yrs old!<br />13. I wish I could go back to high school and do things over.<br />14. My favorite number is 24<br />15. I get depressed, alot.<br />16. My cats drive me crazy and keep me sane.<br />17. My Mom was adopted.<br />18. I'm hairy, for a girl.<br />19. I wish I had more of a southern accent.<br />20. I only clean when I can't stand the filth anymore.<br />21. I went to cosmetology school.<br />22. I have really, reeeallly bad road rage.<br />23. I want to kill or maim all landscapers and their instruments of torture.<br />24. <------YAY! It's #24!<br />25. I feel guilty for cheating on #24 and not including an interesting thing about me.<br />26. I love anything and everything Eiffel Tower related.<br />27. I used to be a freak for Jeff Gordon. Yes, the NASCAR racer.<br />28. I also used to have daydreams about marrying Conan O'Brien.<br />29. Funny men are -SO- sexy to me.<br />30. I also want to marry Vince Vaughn.<br />31. I hate Captain Crunch. It cuts my mouth!<br />32. I hate cold weather, but I love snow.<br />33. I secretly always wanted to live Amish...but just for like a week.<br />34. Citrus scents make me happy.<br />35. I am the worlds messiest cook.<br />36. My favorite movie is Grease....and 99% of all musicals.<br />37. I love the word Spooty.<br />38. I hate scary and/or gory movies. I H-A-T-E them!<br />39. Except I have seen House on Haunted Hill atleast 20 times.<br />40. I wear flip-flops 3/4 of the year.<br />41. I'm really, really grumpy in the morning.<br />42. The above is the gross understatement of the year.<br />43. I almost always shower at night.<br />44. I eat lime in and on almost everything.<br />45. Shopping makes me happy. And Broke.<br />46. Sometimes, I'm convinced my brother is the Devil's spawn.<br />47. I have a weakness for Siamese cats. Well, and cats in general.<br />48. I'm a republican, and proud of it.<br />49. I'm reallllly picky when it comes to men. I guess that's why I'm still single.<br />50. I'm happy when I make it 1/2 way through long lists.<br />51. Speaking of lists, I make them for EVERYTHING. I'm a serial list-maker.<br />52. I have a thing for writing utensils...and office supplies in general.<br />53. I play with dolls.<br />54. I don't like 98% of wine.<br />55. I have a not so secret girl crush on Pioneer Woman.<br />56. I have nice cleavage.<br />57. I have to fight with my pack-ratish, hoarding tendancies.<br />58. I have an inny belly button.<br />59. I am a hardcore hypochondriac.<br />60. My family means everything to me.<br />61. I don't call my grandma as much as I should. I have guilt about this.<br />62. I do not like our president and his political agenda.<br />63. I use my dSLR in fully automatic mode. I don't know how to use it any other way....YET.<br />64. We are living in a material world and I am a material girl.<br />65. I'm spoiled.<br />66. I have the best, best friend in the whole world.<br />67. I just really want to be accepted and liked.<br />68. I live paycheck to paycheck.<br />69. Let's do it. Heh.<br />70. I have 5 tattoos.<br />71. I am allergic to fresh cherries. But I love them so I eat them anyway.<br />72. I cry alot.<br />73. I want to have children, but no boys. Girls only please.<br />74. I am so disorganized, it's not even funny.<br />75. I started volunteering for an animal shelter. It's amazing in every way.<br />76. I spend 8-10 hours a day on the computer/internet. (7+ for my job and the rest recreational)<br />77. I'm stubborn as a mule.<br />78. I'm a mother hen. I will take care of you and worry about you.<br />79. I make cakes. Like on Cake Boss and Ace of Cakes. Yeah.<br />80. I love to read. I read trashy romance novels sometimes.<br />81. I have a hot mom.<br />82. If you google images "fierce modeling face" my picture shows up on the 3rd page.<br />83. My birthday is almost exactly half way through the year.<br />84. I hate phone conversations....especially with people I don't know.<br />85. I'm a stomach sleeper.<br />86. My sister, brother and I are all 8 yrs apart...almost to the month.<br />87. I don't, nor will I ever, play: farmville, petville, yoville or any other facebook time suckers.<br />88. I am a domestic goddess....well all except for that pesky cleaning part.<br />89. I'm obsessed with the HBO series, Big Love.<br />90. I share my birthday with John Elway.<br />91. I've been told i'm a good kisser.<br />92. I love to play Texas Hold 'em poker with the boys.<br />93. My Uncle lives in the house I grew up in.<br />94. I want to live by the ocean.<br />95. My entire name is 21 letters long.<br />96. I am addicted to Diet Coke.<br />97. I think his tractor's sexy. It really turns me on.<br />98. I think I could sleep 12 hrs a day and it wouldn't be enough. I'm always tired.<br />99. I love oldies.<br />100. I am so glad I made it to 100. Hope you did too.<br /><br />So there you have it. Happy Monday.Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01077897158227922660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137517433056015641.post-79150018330022834672009-12-08T05:27:00.000-08:002009-12-08T06:22:14.014-08:00Pee Dub Diddy in the hizouse!Look, it's a bird, it's a plane.... no, its PIONEER WOMAN!<br /><br />Last night I got to meet not only one -but two- of my Blogger heroes! (More on the 2<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">nd</span> one later)<br /><br />Pioneer Woman came to Atlanta for a signing for her brand new cookbook: "The Pioneer Woman Cooks" <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/Sx5U6wRbWjI/AAAAAAAAAOE/GgHtrR8UZHQ/s1600-h/pw.PNG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412857170513058354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/Sx5U6wRbWjI/AAAAAAAAAOE/GgHtrR8UZHQ/s320/pw.PNG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I checked and checked again and it was scheduled for 7:30pm at the Borders on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Peachtree</span> Road across from Phipps Plaza. I got myself all ready and headed down, I arrived at 5:30 promptly. (yeah! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> here early and I am ahead of the game!)<br /><br /><br />Walk in and up to the table set up at the front of the store! I'm here for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">PDub</span>, where is the front of the line? He laughed. You can take your place behind the 250 people already here...........................<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">250 PEOPLE!?!?!</span><br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Lawd</span> have mercy. Oh and the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">loverly</span> PW moved the signing up to 6:00 and didn't tell a soul. Thanks girl!<br /><br />Luckily, they came up with a handy dandy system of colored wristbands so I didn't actually have to stand in a line for all 4 hours. I found a spot on a bench and sat there people watching for the first 2 hours.......<a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2742/4168460536_3ccf284cd0.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 500px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2742/4168460536_3ccf284cd0.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then I got tired of sitting. So I decided to go stand up near the front and sneak some <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">paparazzi</span> photos of Ree.....<br /><br /><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2711/4168460546_5c8d591d11.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 500px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2711/4168460546_5c8d591d11.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then I look to my right and who do I see?<br /><br />None other than my favorite sweets blogger <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">evar</span>.........<a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2753/4168460550_6393477c82.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 334px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2753/4168460550_6393477c82.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">BAKERELLA</span>!</span><br /><br />Whoops....she caught me, and she started taking pictures right back! Hey <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bakerella</span>!<br /><br />She was so sweet, even held Tory!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2508/4168460558_bb66c48f7e.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 500px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2508/4168460558_bb66c48f7e.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Then FINALLY it was my turn to meet Ree. I strode over with confidence! "Hey Ree, Say hello to your new best friend"</p><p>Ahem....</p><p>Okay, I'll admit it. I was nervous! She is like my hero and all. But, she was complete sweet. She even pretended not to be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">creeped</span> out that I brought her a gift, by the fact that I had a t-shirt that said "I ♥ PW" and the fact I was holding a doll, with a huge head,eyes and a tiny body?</p><p><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2515/4167714533_bc5ba1a482.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 500px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2515/4167714533_bc5ba1a482.jpg" /></a> </p><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>I think it was all an act. I think, at this very moment she was looking for a way to signal her security to remove me from the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">premises</span>.</p><p><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2563/4167714539_2187e7b7d2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 500px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2563/4167714539_2187e7b7d2.jpg" /></a><br /></p><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Luckily for me, they missed her signals and I showed her how Tory's eyes change. Look at her face.... Doesn't it just say "Wow, could this girl get any more creepy!?"</p><p><br /><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2695/4167714537_24dbf8d1dd.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 500px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2695/4167714537_24dbf8d1dd.jpg" /></a> </p><br /><p><br /><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>But, she put on a good face. She really has some great acting skills. I forget all we said, I just know I was sweating profusely and rambling like an idiot.</p><p>Here is the signature in my cookbook:<br /><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4003/4167714547_c44803e345.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 334px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4003/4167714547_c44803e345.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>.......I went to bed a very, very happy (creepy) woman last night!<br /><br />Thanks Pioneer Woman!<br /></p>Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01077897158227922660noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137517433056015641.post-33326947664345708152009-10-12T12:57:00.001-07:002009-10-12T13:12:29.123-07:00Viva Las Vegas!!!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/StOMRQeAbgI/AAAAAAAAAN8/9rhJ9A593GY/s1600-h/241103911.jpg"></a> Elvis has been running through my head ever since I heard the news! Guess what lucky girl gets to go to Vegas this January for the Int'l Consumer Electronics Show!? Yep, that would be me!! It will be my first time ever going to Las Vegas and I am soooooo out of my mind excited. <div> </div><div>Second best part about my Vegas trip? I get to go to Paris!! (Not Paris, France, but Paris, Las Vegas!) Woot! I guess I better brush up on my French....oh la la!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391807397243914642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/StOMQsIMCZI/AAAAAAAAANs/dcrKlE3itGQ/s320/parislasvegas.jpg" /></div><br /><div>I'm not down for all that lame touristy stuff...okay well maybe just a little bit. But you know what I want to do more than anything? Go to this place:</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391807399633470786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/StOMQ1B5xUI/AAAAAAAAAN0/WC07YJRN6ts/s320/logo1xz2.jpg" /><br />Yes, glory be to God. The Pinball Hall of Fame...hundreds of vintage pinball machines all line up in rows. Heaven! I love me some pinball. Now, just investigating how to get all those quarters through security at the airport.......<br /></div><div><br /><div></div></div><br /><center><embed src="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l80/bigrollerdave/flash/countdownred.swf?da=06&mo=01&words=Viva+Las+Vegas%21" quality="high" width="250" height="100" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><br /><a href="http://www.completemyspace.com/myspace-page-countdown.html">Myspace Countdown</a> or <a href="http://www.completemyspace.com">Myspace Layouts</a></center>Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01077897158227922660noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137517433056015641.post-51168539545040847972009-10-07T10:40:00.001-07:002009-10-07T10:40:04.459-07:00You have to check out Foose Cookie Cutters!<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittycat799/3990794798/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3522/3990794798_49ca4428b1_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kittycat799/3990794798/">You have to check out Foose Cookie Cutters!</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kittycat799/">kmiller799</a></span></div><br clear="all" />Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01077897158227922660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137517433056015641.post-88524325991061563962009-09-29T07:59:00.000-07:002009-09-29T08:46:24.286-07:00The soundtrack of my life...I heard this on the Bert Show the past few days driving to work and I thought it would be fun to compile my very own soundtrack of my life....here goes....<br /><br />1st song on 1st album you ever bought: My very first ever CD was Ace of Base....and you know I was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">jammin</span> to "I saw the sign" (<a href="http://new.music.yahoo.com/videos/AceOfBase/The-Sign--2164212">Video</a>)<br /><br />1st song I ever danced to: I have one song that defined my whole childhood and that had to be "Walk like an Egyptian" by The Bangles. I even danced to it as part of a 2<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">nd</span> grade project on Egypt...<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">LOL (<a href="http://new.music.yahoo.com/videos/TheBangles/Walk-Like-An-Egyptian--2139153">Video</a>)</span><br /><br />Song that makes you carsick or you just plain hate: Suicidal (beautiful girls) by Sean Kingston...i mean really? UGH! (<a href="http://new.music.yahoo.com/videos/SeanKingston/Beautiful-Girls--44927235">Video</a>)<br /><br />Song that you blow off steam to/<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">kickass</span> song: The entire Smash Mouth: Fush Yu Mang album. For those of you that don't know their first album...its not the bubblegum pop you think of from "All Star", "walking on the sun" etc. They were hard! If I had to pick one song...it would have to be "Pet Names"....(<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eFTNHzj9uW4">video</a>) (ignore the anime...its the only vid i could find with the song!)<br /><br />Song that reminds you of a bad breakup/heartbreak: Well this one is easy...it's Leave the Pieces by The Wreckers....if you don't know it, go buy it on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">itunes</span> NOW! (<a href="http://new.music.yahoo.com/videos/TheWreckers/Leave-The-Pieces--31018214">Video</a>)<br /><br />Song that reminds you of the first time you drove alone: It has to be Low Rider by War. Let me explain. My first car was a Cherry '86 Monte Carlo. (this was 2002) it was freaking awesome. My mom called it "The big comfy couch" because the bench seats were so plush and comfortable. *sigh* I miss my baby...she got <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">stolen</span>! (<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8iffDvXTcm8">Video</a>)<br /><br />Song that makes you feel like a stripper. Okay, don't give me shit for this one but it's totally "Crazy Bitch" by <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Buckcherry</span>. Yes, makes me feel like a raunchy dirty stripper baby. (<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vtOPWWG2z1c">Video</a>)<br /><br />1st song you made out to....this one was hard, I don't really remember but a song I remember from those early make out days had to be Boys II Men, "I'll make love to you"...<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">ahhh</span> those were the days. (<a href="http://new.music.yahoo.com/videos/BoyzIIMen/I39ll-Make-Love-To-You--2164793">Video</a>)<br /><br />Song that reminds you of your parents: This one is easy..."Jack and Diane" by John Cougar <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mellencamp</span>....well my Mom's name is Dianne and she really loves that song...so it always reminds me of my parents (<a href="http://new.music.yahoo.com/videos/JohnMellencamp/Jack--Diane--2168190">video</a>)<br /><br />Song that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">describes</span> your life right now: Anything Lady Gaga....but I guess particularly "Poker Face"....i cannot stay still when that song comes on. And, I play alot of Poker! haha 2 for 1! Love it! (<a href="http://new.music.yahoo.com/videos/LadyGaGa/Poker-Face--202145367">video</a>)Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01077897158227922660noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137517433056015641.post-41476727055572973082009-09-20T19:26:00.000-07:002009-09-21T06:12:40.762-07:00In honor and celebration: Blondies!!!!In honor of my favorite blogger <a href="http://www.thepioneerwoman.com/">Pioneer Woman</a>, and in celebration of my new cookbook:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/Srbs3rjfPaI/AAAAAAAAANk/fYJhKr4mbnA/s1600-h/CIMG4664.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383750845896539554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/Srbs3rjfPaI/AAAAAAAAANk/fYJhKr4mbnA/s320/CIMG4664.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I decided to do my very own step by step (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">oooh</span> baby...) recipe blog. Today's featured recipe?<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Blondies</span>!<br /><br />First, we need to sift together dry ingredients.<br /><br />Start with 1 1/2 cups of all-purpose flour.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbrpwlcrWI/AAAAAAAAANc/rSowZYdZDNg/s1600-h/CIMG4599.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383749507217141090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbrpwlcrWI/AAAAAAAAANc/rSowZYdZDNg/s320/CIMG4599.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then a teaspoon of Baking Powder.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbrpY3lKxI/AAAAAAAAANU/d0jwQOhTzI4/s1600-h/CIMG4601.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383749500850744082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbrpY3lKxI/AAAAAAAAANU/d0jwQOhTzI4/s320/CIMG4601.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />1/2 teaspoon of salt if you please. (not really its a required ingredient)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbrooGk8RI/AAAAAAAAANM/9dYpGqiEoB4/s1600-h/CIMG4604.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383749487760306450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbrooGk8RI/AAAAAAAAANM/9dYpGqiEoB4/s320/CIMG4604.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then sift it <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">alllllll</span> together.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbrFCfiEiI/AAAAAAAAANE/haflAwMRuqU/s1600-h/CIMG4607.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383748876369007138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbrFCfiEiI/AAAAAAAAANE/haflAwMRuqU/s320/CIMG4607.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />In a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">separate</span> bowl, grab a stick o' unsalted butter. And YES, you do have to use unsalted. Remember that salt we added earlier? That's why. Besides, you <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">alllllways</span> use unsalted butter for baking.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbrEvcrV_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/Y41PGmgEgEk/s1600-h/CIMG4615.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383748871256758258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbrEvcrV_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/Y41PGmgEgEk/s320/CIMG4615.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Now, melt the heck out of that butter. Then let it cool.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbrDcucDlI/AAAAAAAAAMs/gj-JBKm1Lqg/s1600-h/CIMG4620.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383748849051110994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbrDcucDlI/AAAAAAAAAMs/gj-JBKm1Lqg/s320/CIMG4620.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Now is time for the sugar. Light brown sugar. 1 1/2 cups, tightly packed. Stat!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbqbCFGjLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/EBbAf7wN9R0/s1600-h/CIMG4623.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383748154703645874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbqbCFGjLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/EBbAf7wN9R0/s320/CIMG4623.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Whisk to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">incorporate</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/Srbqafe2DUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/yZTDh9KBvWc/s1600-h/CIMG4628.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383748145416375618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/Srbqafe2DUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/yZTDh9KBvWc/s320/CIMG4628.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It will look like this when you are done.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbqZ98l9WI/AAAAAAAAAMM/c8Q9xP3RsVE/s1600-h/CIMG4629.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383748136414344546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbqZ98l9WI/AAAAAAAAAMM/c8Q9xP3RsVE/s320/CIMG4629.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Time for the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">huevos</span>! 2 large <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">huevos</span> please!<br /><br /><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383748857073167394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbrD6nC7CI/AAAAAAAAAM0/gcfb3ldftv8/s320/CIMG4617.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And now, 4 teaspoons of Vanilla Extract. Yep, not a typo. 4 whole teaspoons.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbpxAiPxtI/AAAAAAAAAME/s28lwvAbue8/s1600-h/CIMG4633.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383747432734508754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbpxAiPxtI/AAAAAAAAAME/s28lwvAbue8/s320/CIMG4633.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then you do the hokey <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">pokey</span> and whisk it all about....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbpwncUjDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/GonWEqi5zeE/s1600-h/CIMG4637.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383747425998769202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbpwncUjDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/GonWEqi5zeE/s320/CIMG4637.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Remember those dry ingredients we sifted? Now it's their time to shine!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbpwK8eFTI/AAAAAAAAAL0/WBXUS8yW1hY/s1600-h/CIMG4639.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383747418348983602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbpwK8eFTI/AAAAAAAAAL0/WBXUS8yW1hY/s320/CIMG4639.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Dump it in and mix <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">thoroughly.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/Srbpvu5gSlI/AAAAAAAAALs/ToBlqWPZCSg/s1600-h/CIMG4640.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383747410820352594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/Srbpvu5gSlI/AAAAAAAAALs/ToBlqWPZCSg/s320/CIMG4640.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Looks all nice and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">purdy</span> like this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbpHWGmuxI/AAAAAAAAALk/vyskuvQO8Uc/s1600-h/CIMG4643.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383746716969646866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbpHWGmuxI/AAAAAAAAALk/vyskuvQO8Uc/s320/CIMG4643.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Time for the good stuff. Now I know semi-sweet morsels are not traditional here. I know that butterscotch morsels are what I am supposed to use. But hey, don't start the argument with me...see that cookbook up at the top? They allege, that people like the semi-sweet morsels better....so I will trust and obey.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbpG1P92iI/AAAAAAAAALc/UwrsBjOoQMs/s1600-h/CIMG4645.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383746708150540834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbpG1P92iI/AAAAAAAAALc/UwrsBjOoQMs/s320/CIMG4645.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />1/2 cup of semi-sweet...or more if you are a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">choco</span>-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">holic</span> like me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbpGut0CGI/AAAAAAAAALU/FxMotMBktaQ/s1600-h/CIMG4646.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383746706396678242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbpGut0CGI/AAAAAAAAALU/FxMotMBktaQ/s320/CIMG4646.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mmmm</span>...now 1/2 cup of white chocolate<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbpGPBYM5I/AAAAAAAAALM/Jyk55jIQeRU/s1600-h/CIMG4647.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383746697888805778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbpGPBYM5I/AAAAAAAAALM/Jyk55jIQeRU/s320/CIMG4647.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(then stir them in) I missed a picture for this step...oops! But, I think you can handle it.<br /><br />Now we prepare our pan. Make what they call a tinfoil sling for your 13x9 pan. This helps you lift them out when they are ready to cut so you can have those pretty bake sale squares.<br />Then, grease the pan. You can use butter or <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Crisco</span>...but I live by Pam for Baking. Works every time!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/Srbqam5exoI/AAAAAAAAAMc/NtUvTNktqw8/s1600-h/CIMG4625.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383748147407144578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/Srbqam5exoI/AAAAAAAAAMc/NtUvTNktqw8/s320/CIMG4625.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Now pour the batter into your prepared pan.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/Srbog_B49vI/AAAAAAAAALE/IZ6hmI3KR2I/s1600-h/CIMG4649.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383746057940825842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/Srbog_B49vI/AAAAAAAAALE/IZ6hmI3KR2I/s320/CIMG4649.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Smooth it all around.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbogeM0hpI/AAAAAAAAAK8/XifXuJxfraM/s1600-h/CIMG4651.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383746049128302226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbogeM0hpI/AAAAAAAAAK8/XifXuJxfraM/s320/CIMG4651.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Bake for 20-24 minutes in a 350° oven, or until a toothpick comes out dry with a few moist crumbs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/Srbof4A2DJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7kxQLnGOHh4/s1600-h/CIMG4653.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383746038877523090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/Srbof4A2DJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7kxQLnGOHh4/s320/CIMG4653.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ooooh</span> look how pretty! Now is the hard part. Gotta let them babies cool.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbofUwhddI/AAAAAAAAAKs/sxU91_IW-34/s1600-h/CIMG4654.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383746029413823954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbofUwhddI/AAAAAAAAAKs/sxU91_IW-34/s320/CIMG4654.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Once they are cool, use the foil to lift them from the pan and place on a cutting board. Cut in to big yummy <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">ooey</span> gooey squares.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbnNcaeN6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/vySTbVkyWnQ/s1600-h/CIMG4658.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383744622719547298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbnNcaeN6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/vySTbVkyWnQ/s320/CIMG4658.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Prepare your glass of ice cold 2% and enjoy!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbnM8-uSII/AAAAAAAAAKc/7YK-8XAuRKI/s1600-h/CIMG4660.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383744614281660546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg_EMrJGiD0/SrbnM8-uSII/AAAAAAAAAKc/7YK-8XAuRKI/s320/CIMG4660.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"></span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error">Yummmmie</span>!<br /><br />Hope you enjoyed my little tutorial!Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01077897158227922660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137517433056015641.post-57838142047427128642009-09-10T10:03:00.000-07:002009-09-10T10:07:57.605-07:00Crap.Just read a blog<br /><br />that makes me tear up<br /><br />just about every time<br /><br />I read it.<br /><br />Single father<br /><br />who writes<br /><br />in the most <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">peculiar</span> style<br /><br />but it lends <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">itself</span><br /><br />to expressing<br /><br />the heartache he feels<br /><br />on a daily basis.<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Heart wrenching</span>.<br /><br />It makes me<br /><br />cry every time.<br /><br />Fall is almost here<br /><br />and I am feeling<br /><br />very<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">overwhelmed</span>.<br /><br />More black on<br /><br />the damn calendar<br /><br />than I can bear.<br /><br />Makes me wish<br /><br />I could just<br /><br />getaway from<br /><br />it all.<br /><br />Too much<br /><br />stress in<br /><br />my life these days.<br /><br />Crap.Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01077897158227922660noreply@blogger.com0