<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291</id><updated>2012-02-09T08:51:49.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. A's Day-to-Day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-8235469866831787880</id><published>2012-02-08T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T14:44:15.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait for summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Usually, I &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;winter and all the sweaters, scarves and boots that come with it! But, right now I can't wait for warmth and summer! I think mostly that's because I really want a break from school, but I can't wait to dress to summer too, and Pinterest is not helping﻿ my summer cravings..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what I'm excited for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt=" " class="PinImageImg" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/262616221990913360_T3mSO8y5_b.jpg" style="height: 288px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Love this dress!" class="PinImageImg" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/203154633160658823_g2W6pYXp_b.jpg" style="height: 261px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt=" " class="PinImageImg" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/264516178083578809_Aclp7bhx_b.jpg" style="height: 146px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="turquoise " class="PinImageImg" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/14847873741113783_olUfDS5L_b.jpg" style="height: 394px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait for dresses, shorts and flip flops. I just &lt;em&gt;need &lt;/em&gt;the sun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-8235469866831787880?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/8235469866831787880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-cant-wait-for-summer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/8235469866831787880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/8235469866831787880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-cant-wait-for-summer.html' title='I can&apos;t wait for summer'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-8880555908135826984</id><published>2012-02-06T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T17:10:27.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday was the 3 month anniversary of my marriage to my best friend.... and I didn't even remember until he texted me about it this morning. AND that's why I love him! I can't even begin to tell you how much I love this man. He is my everything. He is the reason for my smile when I wake up to his open-mouth drooly face in the morning, I love his post-work phone call as he drives home, and I love coming home to him every night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GwuzH6smrmg/TzB56iiAy8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/1Omv7cJ3QwI/s1600/IMG_0615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GwuzH6smrmg/TzB56iiAy8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/1Omv7cJ3QwI/s320/IMG_0615.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love being a wife!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-8880555908135826984?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/8880555908135826984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2012/02/3-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/8880555908135826984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/8880555908135826984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2012/02/3-months.html' title='3 months'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GwuzH6smrmg/TzB56iiAy8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/1Omv7cJ3QwI/s72-c/IMG_0615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-4906338522646082731</id><published>2012-02-05T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T20:53:18.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PCe39A7SeSU/Ty9ab-xj_lI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YmmfrgVQ298/s1600/P1010805_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PCe39A7SeSU/Ty9ab-xj_lI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YmmfrgVQ298/s320/P1010805_2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; got to use our vegetable platter we got for a wedding gift!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kt5edf1kGew/Ty9ad0ofn_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/C_H3fTcYwA4/s1600/P1010812.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kt5edf1kGew/Ty9ad0ofn_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/C_H3fTcYwA4/s320/P1010812.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Gill's famous little smokies sausages wrapped in bacon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_BvWAJmm1yw/Ty9afTi1y1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/jc1Y4JlS8VM/s1600/P1010813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="174" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_BvWAJmm1yw/Ty9afTi1y1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/jc1Y4JlS8VM/s320/P1010813.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Homemade heart shaped pizzas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sMXH9ZvAgQo/Ty9ahGcySNI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Q6jGgwrowLo/s1600/P1010815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sMXH9ZvAgQo/Ty9ahGcySNI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Q6jGgwrowLo/s320/P1010815.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And homemade ice cream sandwiches brought me to my eating limit for the day. After eating my weight in bacon today, it feels so nice to relax to the sound of my dishwasher. It's too bad that now I have to do the school work I've neglected all weekend. My mantra has seriously become "this &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; my last semester, this &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; my last semester..." I literally say this to myself at least 10 times a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-4906338522646082731?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/4906338522646082731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2012/02/super-bowl-madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/4906338522646082731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/4906338522646082731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2012/02/super-bowl-madness.html' title='Super Bowl Madness'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PCe39A7SeSU/Ty9ab-xj_lI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YmmfrgVQ298/s72-c/P1010805_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-7916168175324184316</id><published>2012-02-01T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T11:53:16.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy February</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xRrtt3xDhas/TymXFaYWVtI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Vc-0kQuzsDo/s1600/IMG_0673.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xRrtt3xDhas/TymXFaYWVtI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Vc-0kQuzsDo/s320/IMG_0673.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last week was my birthday. I feel SUPER old. I'm having a quarter life crisis.&amp;nbsp; But husband made it SO much better by taking me out of town to visit my cousin and his wife for the weekend. We went to the gun range and then out to Dave and Buster's for a fun dinner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d8bZhzIOrwY/TymXFlw4PYI/AAAAAAAAAME/AZC9ZpI6f_E/s1600/IMG_0678.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d8bZhzIOrwY/TymXFlw4PYI/AAAAAAAAAME/AZC9ZpI6f_E/s320/IMG_0678.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then he gave me &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; beauty for my present! the rose gold Michael Kors watch I've been eyeing lately. He's the greatest!!! For some reason it makes me feel real adult-y to wear a watch every day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a pretty awesome year as a 24 year old. I made amazing friends, and found out who my real friends are, I worked hard, and I married my best friend and the love of my life. I hope 25 is just as awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-7916168175324184316?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/7916168175324184316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-february.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/7916168175324184316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/7916168175324184316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-february.html' title='Happy February'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xRrtt3xDhas/TymXFaYWVtI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Vc-0kQuzsDo/s72-c/IMG_0673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-1546226766860395016</id><published>2012-01-20T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T09:52:47.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I know is I'm exhausted and my husband deserves some kind of award for putting up with my attitude this week.&amp;nbsp;I'm failing horribly at my&amp;nbsp;goal of being a happy, smiley, "wife of the year" so far. Me and too little sleep equals my crying because One Tree Hill didn't record on our DVR. ("But its the last season....EVER!") I pretty much had a mental breakdown and then took it out on Husband. It's not his fault that I work full time and go to school full time, right? So, how do I drop the attitude and become the most helpful, pleasant wife I can be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="1950s Housewife" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/159737118002896532_tlg65nZp_b.jpg" style="height: 311px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not that I will ever be perfect Suzie-Homemaker who bakes pies and has dinner on the table at 5:30 on the dot everyday for husband when he comes home from work, but I am striving to be better: to have a better attitude and more patience, to be generous with my time and love, and to sacrifice more for the betterment of our home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-1546226766860395016?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/1546226766860395016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2012/01/tgif.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/1546226766860395016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/1546226766860395016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2012/01/tgif.html' title='TGIF!'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-3261670732166061923</id><published>2012-01-14T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T18:26:20.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N3xw-h8jU8g/TxI312YVT5I/AAAAAAAAALg/yTox_OZ9zMQ/s1600/IMG_0641.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N3xw-h8jU8g/TxI312YVT5I/AAAAAAAAALg/yTox_OZ9zMQ/s320/IMG_0641.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WTB5YXJgdNs/TxI31Em1GtI/AAAAAAAAALY/MRVP91SO9fk/s1600/IMG_0640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WTB5YXJgdNs/TxI31Em1GtI/AAAAAAAAALY/MRVP91SO9fk/s320/IMG_0640.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Road trippin' with my beautiful little sister! We had a blast singing to good music and laughing until we almost peed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-My0lBDP8ofw/TxI3zkCM6gI/AAAAAAAAALI/6JD0hrVxxwI/s1600/P1010773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-My0lBDP8ofw/TxI3zkCM6gI/AAAAAAAAALI/6JD0hrVxxwI/s320/P1010773.JPG" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m3QR5cyxsGA/TxI308NTwOI/AAAAAAAAALQ/gStS8d-ZSG0/s1600/P1010778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m3QR5cyxsGA/TxI308NTwOI/AAAAAAAAALQ/gStS8d-ZSG0/s320/P1010778.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then on to my new sister-in-law's bachelorette party. We had a blast on her last single night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f0WeYVb0pw8/TxI32hZVF9I/AAAAAAAAALo/AiXihA7VTxs/s1600/IMG_0646.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f0WeYVb0pw8/TxI32hZVF9I/AAAAAAAAALo/AiXihA7VTxs/s320/IMG_0646.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s7o6ndBqCn4/TxI33OFzXNI/AAAAAAAAALw/qUypz0M3nmU/s1600/IMG_0650.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s7o6ndBqCn4/TxI33OFzXNI/AAAAAAAAALw/qUypz0M3nmU/s320/IMG_0650.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My bridesmaid outfit and then bowling with my husband and my cousin and his wife. I hadn't been bowling in FOREVER so it was so much fun to bowl with them...except for the part where I didn't break 60 in either of the games we played. Obviously I should play professionally.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AAAAND, I started my LAST semester of college (hopefully forever) this past week. I'm back to 12 hour days between work and school. Good thing caffeine exists, because I'm going to need it to get me through this last semester. Here goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-3261670732166061923?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/3261670732166061923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2012/01/road-trippin-with-my-beautiful-little.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/3261670732166061923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/3261670732166061923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2012/01/road-trippin-with-my-beautiful-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N3xw-h8jU8g/TxI312YVT5I/AAAAAAAAALg/yTox_OZ9zMQ/s72-c/IMG_0641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-2655852425837914131</id><published>2012-01-09T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T15:32:22.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This weekend my little brother was married to his beautiful wife in Oakland, CA. They were so happy to finally be married and neither of them could stop smiling. I'm so happy for them!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--4t7z3eJC1s/Twt4K8mLmjI/AAAAAAAAALA/PAJOFk7FBYE/s1600/396562_10150510378354556_773849555_8514308_732040339_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--4t7z3eJC1s/Twt4K8mLmjI/AAAAAAAAALA/PAJOFk7FBYE/s320/396562_10150510378354556_773849555_8514308_732040339_n.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the beautiful Bride, Brina, and the bridesmaids. I have no idea why Heather and I aren't smiling or looking at all happy, but truly we were! Promise....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then Sunday, we had my cousin Danny and his wife Amanda over for a day of pizza, football, and relaxing on our small couches. Thanks guys for a great day! And congrats to the new, wonderful couple.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-2655852425837914131?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/2655852425837914131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-and-marriage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/2655852425837914131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/2655852425837914131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-and-marriage.html' title='Love and Marriage'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--4t7z3eJC1s/Twt4K8mLmjI/AAAAAAAAALA/PAJOFk7FBYE/s72-c/396562_10150510378354556_773849555_8514308_732040339_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-7366463953357892979</id><published>2012-01-01T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T21:32:02.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wYjFp5TptZw/TwFAIYiV3mI/AAAAAAAAAKg/XkwXT0z4Mdo/s1600/IMG_0632.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wYjFp5TptZw/TwFAIYiV3mI/AAAAAAAAAKg/XkwXT0z4Mdo/s320/IMG_0632.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Jeans: BDG, Boots: Macy's, Top and Blazer: Target&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Husband and I went shopping this weekend (one of our favorite things to do...). I ran into an old friend who was working at Urban Outfitters, which is where I took this picture with my phone in the dressing room. It's always great catching up with old friends unexpectedly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm especially looking forward to this next week because my little brother is getting married on Friday! I can't wait to see him and his beautiful fiance join us married folk and start what I'm sure will be a wonderful life together.&amp;nbsp; I am a bridesmaid so I will post lots of pictures!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-7366463953357892979?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/7366463953357892979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2012/01/shopping-date.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/7366463953357892979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/7366463953357892979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2012/01/shopping-date.html' title='Shopping Date'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wYjFp5TptZw/TwFAIYiV3mI/AAAAAAAAAKg/XkwXT0z4Mdo/s72-c/IMG_0632.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-7300456821411924222</id><published>2012-01-01T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T21:26:36.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o-fvsVkQIqk/TwE92sz_paI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hMwVhjJEa6A/s1600/P1010769.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o-fvsVkQIqk/TwE92sz_paI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hMwVhjJEa6A/s320/P1010769.jpg" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4-Dqkz67nQ/TwE91sCzFJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/2XnzkZh7YNA/s1600/P1010768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4-Dqkz67nQ/TwE91sCzFJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/2XnzkZh7YNA/s320/P1010768.jpg" width="173" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Jeans, Necklace, and Blazer: F21, White Tee Shirt: Target, Shoes: Nordstrom's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CuM2xjQ-7Jk/TwFAAFrlOPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/SO8pB68y8Ks/s1600/P1010771.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CuM2xjQ-7Jk/TwFAAFrlOPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/SO8pB68y8Ks/s320/P1010771.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;On New Year's Eve this year Husband and I went to see Mission Impossible (which was surprisingly good), ate dinner at home in sweats, and then danced the night away with our friends. We kissed at midnight and then moved the after party to Denny's and drank milkshakes while the drunkies ate greasy hamburgers. We had a blast. I'm so grateful for this last year of my life and I hope this next one is just as blessed. Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-7300456821411924222?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/7300456821411924222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/7300456821411924222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/7300456821411924222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o-fvsVkQIqk/TwE92sz_paI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hMwVhjJEa6A/s72-c/P1010769.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-3407726375931744089</id><published>2011-12-28T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T14:22:28.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you've probably heard by now, but it's almost 2012. It always weird when the new year comes, mostly because there are a bunch of loonies predicting the world will finally end, but partially because it means one year older, one more year to try new things, one more year of happiness...I start reflecting on the things that happened last year, and which events sculpted me into the person I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jan&lt;/strong&gt;: 2 years with Ryan, 2nd semester back at school, Broomball, my 24th birthday, first time shooting a gun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feb&lt;/strong&gt;: went to my sister's play, made a scrapbook, stopped scrapbooking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March&lt;/strong&gt;: Jury duty (1st time), Ryan's 28th birthday, Conference in San Francisco, Ryan's mom's birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April&lt;/strong&gt;: Heather's birthday, COACHELLA, Giant's game, Danny and Amanda's wedding, Reese's wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May&lt;/strong&gt;: Kate's birthday, Mother's day, Tyler's birthday, GOT ENGAGED!, start of summer vacation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June&lt;/strong&gt;: Dean's birthday,......ok it's summer, I probably just tanned all this time, Wedding Planning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July&lt;/strong&gt;: Went camping, got my wisdom teeth out, bought wedding dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August:&lt;/strong&gt; Cake tasting, school starts, 3 years without my dad, saw Daniel Tosh, Tyler left on his mission&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September&lt;/strong&gt;: Conference in San Francisco, Qory passed away, got a new job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October&lt;/strong&gt;: started attending a church, learned who my real friends are, Halloween&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November:&lt;/strong&gt; MARRIED the man of my dreams, played broomball, saw Twilight, Maclynn's birthday, ate my weight at Thanksgiving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December&lt;/strong&gt;: celebrated our first year of marriage, Played house, Both our cars died, finals, Gill's birthday, Christmas, spent time with our families&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year has been amazing. I've seen the bands that I love, my favorite sports teams, survived school, been fired and hired, got engaged, got married, and fell in love with my husband all over again. I can't wait to see what surprises God has in store for us this next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-3407726375931744089?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/3407726375931744089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/12/year-in-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/3407726375931744089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/3407726375931744089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/12/year-in-review.html' title='Year in Review'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-7281643735095518190</id><published>2011-12-26T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T16:20:38.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Hangover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lSI4hARGGnw/TvkOAXC2lAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IOpBxt_ISHw/s1600/P1010749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lSI4hARGGnw/TvkOAXC2lAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IOpBxt_ISHw/s320/P1010749.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me and husband on Christmas Eve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D5HoGn6Zzog/TvkOBrXJ2eI/AAAAAAAAAJk/NKjBUy-QK3A/s1600/P1010760.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D5HoGn6Zzog/TvkOBrXJ2eI/AAAAAAAAAJk/NKjBUy-QK3A/s320/P1010760.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me and my gorgeous younger sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Eve was spent with my family, eating and doing the annual White Elephant Gift Exchange, during which I embarrassed the crap out of myself but calling a flashlight I opened a "led" flashlight, not L.E.D......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas was spent in Visalia with Husband's family. We opened presents and napped and had a really relaxing time. I'm lucky to be the new addition of such a wonderful family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nmo257h4HOM/TvkODCptWXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Zk6cFxK0ntU/s1600/P1010762.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nmo257h4HOM/TvkODCptWXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Zk6cFxK0ntU/s320/P1010762.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1009730880"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_45313319"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_45313320"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1009730881"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-7281643735095518190?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/7281643735095518190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-hangover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/7281643735095518190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/7281643735095518190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-hangover.html' title='Christmas Hangover'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lSI4hARGGnw/TvkOAXC2lAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IOpBxt_ISHw/s72-c/P1010749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-2303040115891684800</id><published>2011-12-23T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T09:32:17.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Eve Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like&amp;nbsp;a kid. For the first time since I was one, I feel that childish giddy Christmas feeling, &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finished my Christmas shopping yesterday. I had to go to the Fresno Hell Pit (aka Riverpark) for a pedicure gift certificate and then to the 7th layer of hell called Costco, and I did so in.....drumroll please....under 30 minutes!!! GOOOOO ME!! It was a Christmas miracle. But I am done shopping, done baking, and in two short hours I will be done working too. Then I can curl up with a blanket and some hot chocolate, and relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, plus, I got a 3.7 this semester. Take that, college!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-2303040115891684800?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/2303040115891684800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-eve-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/2303040115891684800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/2303040115891684800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-eve-eve.html' title='Merry Christmas Eve Eve'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-221641150104039103</id><published>2011-12-21T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T20:36:38.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the Season...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zbt30Zmd84c/TvKyav4ZvlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2IGV7BlpfA4/s1600/P1010745.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zbt30Zmd84c/TvKyav4ZvlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2IGV7BlpfA4/s320/P1010745.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last week I made these AWESOME Red Velvet Cupcakes. And by made, I mean read and followed the instructions on a box. I had every intention of making them from scratch, but... box = easy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ihq7sU4bEMY/TvKy_ZlEL9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/iuG-xwJz9Zg/s1600/P1010746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ihq7sU4bEMY/TvKy_ZlEL9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/iuG-xwJz9Zg/s320/P1010746.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight, while husband is sick, I'm playing Suzie homemaker and making soup for dinner and my family's famous sugar cookies. Nothing makes it feel &lt;i&gt;quite&lt;/i&gt; like Christmas without the sugar cookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All the presents have been wrapped, I just need &lt;i&gt;one&lt;/i&gt; more thing for my mom and my Christmas preparation is complete! (I say that with as much vigor and gusto as you can imagine) Now we just have 2 more days of work and then hubs and I can enjoy our first Christmas as husband and wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-221641150104039103?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/221641150104039103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/12/tis-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/221641150104039103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/221641150104039103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/12/tis-season.html' title='&apos;Tis the Season...'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zbt30Zmd84c/TvKyav4ZvlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2IGV7BlpfA4/s72-c/P1010745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-3225691310112444919</id><published>2011-12-13T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T14:42:14.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dread</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its finals week. SOOOOper lame. I don't know what sick evil genius decided to have finals week &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt; before Christmas, but job well done on sucking the life out of it for me. I have spent a total of 30 minutes shopping and even less time decorating our house for Christmas. Stupid finals (followed by a pouty face, folded arms, and a floor stomp.... I mean business). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only 2 more days of finals, and then I'm free. For 3 whole weeks!! And then I have to go back to school. But I'm not going to think about it or I might cry....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a &lt;em&gt;splendid&lt;/em&gt; week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-3225691310112444919?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/3225691310112444919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/12/dread.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/3225691310112444919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/3225691310112444919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/12/dread.html' title='Dread'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-8320123041311190401</id><published>2011-12-11T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T15:27:22.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potluck #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xvvnEKJl6tA/TuU3iRcCiaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZJrcxxrsr4Y/s1600/P1010741.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xvvnEKJl6tA/TuU3iRcCiaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZJrcxxrsr4Y/s320/P1010741.jpg" width="158" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F71oJBB0X_0/TuU8TT1rBCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/B3ctUJmunVQ/s1600/P1010743.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F71oJBB0X_0/TuU8TT1rBCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/B3ctUJmunVQ/s320/P1010743.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Sweater: Forever 21 Jeans: Urban Outfitters Boots: Macy's (on sale) Wooden Bangle: Charming Charlie's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Christmas season, hubs and I have so many Potlucks/Parties to go to. It's slightly overwhelming, but kind of awesome that we have so many friends/family who want us around :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the picture from last night. We had a great time, ate some BOMB food, and then went home to relax and watch a movie together, which is by far my favorite part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, we are relaxing and watching some Sunday football while I, in all my domestic glory, am making Red Velvet Cupcakes with cream cheese frosting for potluck #2 tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-8320123041311190401?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/8320123041311190401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/12/potluck-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/8320123041311190401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/8320123041311190401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/12/potluck-1.html' title='Potluck #1'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xvvnEKJl6tA/TuU3iRcCiaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZJrcxxrsr4Y/s72-c/P1010741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-4494060330367403858</id><published>2011-12-08T16:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T16:02:40.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smarty Pants</title><content type='html'>I've been trying some new "looks" lately, so today I wore glasses, and everyone has been saying that I look smart, and older. Do I normally look like a young dumby?? Maybe I should take these suckers off.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals next week!! I can't wait to be DONE! Then Christmas, and my little brother's wedding! I'm so happy for him and his future wife! Marriage is so beautiful, and I'm thankful for my husband every day, even when he is being a poo-poo head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-4494060330367403858?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/4494060330367403858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/12/smarty-pants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/4494060330367403858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/4494060330367403858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/12/smarty-pants.html' title='Smarty Pants'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-5379379573329735732</id><published>2011-12-07T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T10:42:46.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy One Month Anniversary to my love!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MVG7DZVAKes/Tt-xnbzotwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/8Jbfv6xsF30/s1600/20110720_1045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MVG7DZVAKes/Tt-xnbzotwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/8Jbfv6xsF30/s320/20110720_1045.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe that I've been married to this beautiful, wonderful man for a WHOLE month (and two days now...). There are so many times (especially this past week) when I just look at him and wonder why he picked me. I am a complainer, a whiner, and negative, but he just smiles and hugs me and tells me that as long as we have each other we are going to be fine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then he makes it happen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week BOTH of our cars are having major problems and he put on his big-boy pants and figured out what we are going to do. I love that this man wants to provide for us and that he will sacrifice to be the best husband and provider for our 'family'. I am so blessed to have him!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, I have finals next week, and I don't even care. Not one bit. Is that scary? I don't even know. All I know is I checked out a LONG time ago. After next week I am DONE!! For three whole weeks.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dang it. I don't want to go back!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-5379379573329735732?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/5379379573329735732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/12/hump-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/5379379573329735732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/5379379573329735732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/12/hump-day.html' title='Hump Day..'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MVG7DZVAKes/Tt-xnbzotwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/8Jbfv6xsF30/s72-c/20110720_1045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-42844381378093877</id><published>2011-12-01T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T23:09:26.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinnamon Roll Cake</title><content type='html'>Ryan says I waste too much time on Pinterest. &lt;i&gt;Well,&lt;/i&gt; he isn't saying it after I made this cake, courtesy of PINTEREST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ksUxKgYQehM/Tth45dMoYyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mJCvFSHD0NM/s1600/P1010737.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ksUxKgYQehM/Tth45dMoYyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mJCvFSHD0NM/s320/P1010737.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is why Pinterest is amazing... Ryan's "Congratulations on your Raise" cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe I do spend &lt;i&gt;a little&lt;/i&gt; too much time on Pinterest, but its worth it for recipes like this, and ideas for our home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-42844381378093877?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/42844381378093877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/12/cinnamon-roll-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/42844381378093877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/42844381378093877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/12/cinnamon-roll-cake.html' title='Cinnamon Roll Cake'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ksUxKgYQehM/Tth45dMoYyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mJCvFSHD0NM/s72-c/P1010737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-8755657820082496640</id><published>2011-12-01T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T16:26:29.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Windy City?</title><content type='html'>Last time I checked, this was Fresno, CA....today we decided to have Chicago weather and half of the town blew away or fell over! It took me a staggering amount of time to get to work this morning (it was afternoon, but that makes me sound more grown-up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In better news, HUBBY GOT PROMOTED (to regular employment, so he's no longer a temp) AND GOT A RAISE AND BENEFITS!! Thank goodness. Having a husband with allergies and asthma but no health insurance can be a nightmare. I'm so proud of him. I know this is not his ideal job but he does what he needs to do to provide for our little family, and I appreciate that so much. I'm going to cook him something yummy tonight to celebrate....what should I cook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-8755657820082496640?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/8755657820082496640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/12/windy-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/8755657820082496640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/8755657820082496640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/12/windy-city.html' title='Windy City?'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-6184513182364903149</id><published>2011-11-23T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T12:14:55.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobble, Gobble..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This Thanksgiving, I'm trying REALLY hard to feel grateful so I don't throw myself a pity party. When I take a moment to remember all the blessings I have to be grateful for, life seems less difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm so grateful for my husband, and for the man that he is. He is such an amazing support for me, and I feel so lucky to have him in my life. I'm grateful for my family, who love me in spite of the awful choices I've made and the diappointment I can sometimes be. I'm grateful for my new family, who have loved me since the beginning and accepted me into their family for who I am. I'm grateful for my job, and to have only one semester left before I graduate school. I'm grateful for our apartment, and that I get to make it our home. I'm so excited for our life, but I can't wait to see what's in store for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I love how Thanksgiving, and the Holiday Season in general, makes us remember what is most important to us. I hope I can keep my life in perspective and remember to be grateful for my blessings all the time. I do have such a blessed life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-6184513182364903149?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/6184513182364903149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/11/gobble-gobble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/6184513182364903149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/6184513182364903149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/11/gobble-gobble.html' title='Gobble, Gobble..'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-8957446023652593353</id><published>2011-11-22T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T15:28:34.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditions....</title><content type='html'>As the Christmas season is approaching, I'm getting into "new wife" mode and I want to decorate our apartment! I also want to bake and create the atmosphere of the holidays, but I don't want to step on my new husbands toes with stuff that "I" like and he might not like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, if anyone has any advice for the newlyweds on how to create our own NEW traditions, we gladly accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the thing I was most looking forward to in marriage. Ryan is my family now, not that I'm abandoning my "old" family or anything, but we get to choose our new traditions, and how we want to celebrate holidays and special occassions, and with whom we celebrate. That is beautiful, and I want our first holiday season as husband and wife to be just as beautiful....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-8957446023652593353?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/8957446023652593353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/11/traditions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/8957446023652593353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/8957446023652593353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/11/traditions.html' title='Traditions....'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-5161696920087766897</id><published>2011-11-18T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T12:20:58.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Married Couple....</title><content type='html'>I absolutely, positively LOVE being married! I know it's only been two weeks, so we have a LONG way to go, but so far married life is beautiful. I'm trying to act all "wifely" and make my husband dinner and do all the things I know he appreciates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before getting married I thought a lot about what kind of wife I wanted to be. I asked a lot of people about their marriages and how it work for them, but more importantly I watched family and friends that I consider to have successful, happy marriages, and prayed and thought about what kind of wife and mother I want to be. I researched books and found some great advice that I hope will keep us happy and in love forever. More importantly than books, though, is that fact that Ryan and I are building our relationship together with God, and growing spiritually as well as growing together in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a COMPLETELY separate note, I learned this week that Ryan sleep walks (sort of). He woke me up last Saturday at 6:45 a.m. (which is ungodly for anyone) telling me "you have to move, you have to get out of bed." Our bed was a little cray-cray due to my wild sleeping, so I figured he was just really uncomfortable and wanted to fix the bed....NOPE! As soon as I got up he laid back down in our disheveled bed and fell back asleep. I WAS SO MAD! But then I couldn't help but laugh at it all day. At least he always keeps me laughing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-5161696920087766897?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/5161696920087766897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/11/old-married-couple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/5161696920087766897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/5161696920087766897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/11/old-married-couple.html' title='Old Married Couple....'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-2482593193665288994</id><published>2011-10-12T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T16:27:21.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing makes you hate your future husband like wedding planning....</title><content type='html'>It would be an understatement if I said I hated wedding planning. I hate everything about it. From the decision making to the color choosing, and people not getting "my vision" and the difficulty I have getting in communication with people who will make or break MY day, this process has not been an enjoyable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I have a particularly BAD day, where I feel the pressure of the work and I feel like I will never have enough time to do the things I need to do, and I'm watching "Keep up with the Kardashians: A Fairy Tale Weddin" (don't judge me...) and Kim and whatever-his-name-is are having the same problems! I'm not the only one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these when I have the weight of the world on my shoulders that I need to remember why we were doing this STUPID wedding in the first place. Because I love him like I never thought possible. Because when I see Ryan after a long day, his sweet face and kiss melts the worry of the world away. Because I can't wait to build my life, home, and family with this beautiful man, and in 23 days, I will be done waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wanted to be married and have a family my whole life, and because of some decisions I made as a young adult I thought that would never happen for me. But God brought me Ryan, and gave me hope, and showed me that I do deserve happiness and love, regardless of what I have done. I can't wait to marry this man who was seemingly hand picked for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-2482593193665288994?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/2482593193665288994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/10/nothing-makes-you-hate-your-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/2482593193665288994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/2482593193665288994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/10/nothing-makes-you-hate-your-future.html' title='Nothing makes you hate your future husband like wedding planning....'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-6622379013257617110</id><published>2011-05-16T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T22:08:16.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, I'm a horrible blogger.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So...in the past year I have lost friends, gained friends, developed deep and meaningful relationships with my family, got a real grown-up job (kinda), moved into my very own new place, gone back to school....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AND NOW......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm ENGAGED!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PafhY8aaJFk/TdIBNmu4KfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ey9DMdcsXY8/s1600/IMG_0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PafhY8aaJFk/TdIBNmu4KfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ey9DMdcsXY8/s320/IMG_0242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607545819276782066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We are planning for November.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NMxj_Tt8FQQ/TdIBpmEeNaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9CMSbIRmJpw/s1600/P1010564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NMxj_Tt8FQQ/TdIBpmEeNaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9CMSbIRmJpw/s320/P1010564.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607546300135257506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;These 2 beautiful girls are 2 of my bridesmaids.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm so excited!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm so happy with my life. I feel like I'm doing exactly what I'm supposed to be, and it feels do great to be on the right track. I thank God everyday for my wonderful and beautiful life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'll update more......The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-6622379013257617110?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/6622379013257617110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/05/wow-im-horrible-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/6622379013257617110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/6622379013257617110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2011/05/wow-im-horrible-blogger.html' title='Wow, I&apos;m a horrible blogger.....'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PafhY8aaJFk/TdIBNmu4KfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ey9DMdcsXY8/s72-c/IMG_0242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-6239333998845081073</id><published>2010-08-28T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T19:50:45.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Play Catch Up, Shall We?....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So it's been &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MONTHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; since I've posted anything but here's a little highlight real....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/THnJKU4HwDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HKaFgG9WmsA/s1600/P1000705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/THnJKU4HwDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HKaFgG9WmsA/s320/P1000705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510656798304485426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We had a little Anniversary party with a talent show and I performed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/THnJJ6cd42I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NvrnwsKk0Yk/s1600/P1000712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/THnJJ6cd42I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NvrnwsKk0Yk/s320/P1000712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510656791209173858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dang, don't we look fancy....Ryan and me at the Anniversary party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/THnJJWD8eDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/SFJYHEqbfcA/s1600/P1000654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/THnJJWD8eDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/SFJYHEqbfcA/s320/P1000654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510656781442644018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me and Stephanie at her birthday celebration!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/THnJJDk1tSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/scIQ2LZeuy8/s1600/P1000731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/THnJJDk1tSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/scIQ2LZeuy8/s320/P1000731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510656776480339234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ryan and I at the open mic night we put on.....in the middle of the summer in the stiffling heat....not the best idea we ever had....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Aaaaaaaaand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; started back at school two weeks ago in the Paralegal program at City.  I'm loving being back at school.  Even though it's hard because I'm working and I've had to rearrange me WHOLE schedule it feels great to be mentally stimulated and feel productive.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Peace out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-6239333998845081073?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/6239333998845081073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2010/08/lets-play-catch-up-shall-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/6239333998845081073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/6239333998845081073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2010/08/lets-play-catch-up-shall-we.html' title='Lets Play Catch Up, Shall We?....'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/THnJKU4HwDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HKaFgG9WmsA/s72-c/P1000705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-883119919400026339</id><published>2010-03-05T22:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T23:10:25.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5H-4ZqEmpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/o9YM3Iab7Mw/s1600-h/P1000555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5H-4ZqEmpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/o9YM3Iab7Mw/s320/P1000555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445413669381118610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ryan's Birthday Dinner at WASSSSABI!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5H-31RhwZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7hHeHplZmIo/s1600-h/P1000553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5H-31RhwZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7hHeHplZmIo/s320/P1000553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445413659614495122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;amity, heather, steph and jermaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5H-23_tnKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/8ggjYtWSt_A/s1600-h/P1000552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5H-23_tnKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/8ggjYtWSt_A/s320/P1000552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445413643165211810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;me, ryan, noel and her sister joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5H9cqUbyaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CKxyS-Fni80/s1600-h/P1000551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5H9cqUbyaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CKxyS-Fni80/s320/P1000551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445412093305801122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;RHINO, noey and joy joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5H8tjW0SzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rbR1xdsOcwo/s1600-h/P1000550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5H8tjW0SzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rbR1xdsOcwo/s320/P1000550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445411283982895922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Steph and Jeremiah Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5H8InQ-XVI/AAAAAAAAAEI/L7mlNEK6R2o/s1600-h/P1000549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5H8InQ-XVI/AAAAAAAAAEI/L7mlNEK6R2o/s320/P1000549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445410649376972114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Amity and Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5H7qkxFx8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/J90Msy3nrZA/s1600-h/P1000545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5H7qkxFx8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/J90Msy3nrZA/s320/P1000545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445410133310293954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me and my love....man i'm so great at taking pictures of myself.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this has been the last couple of months in some photos.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-883119919400026339?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/883119919400026339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2010/03/more-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/883119919400026339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/883119919400026339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2010/03/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures.....'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5H-4ZqEmpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/o9YM3Iab7Mw/s72-c/P1000555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-4990015651688008146</id><published>2010-03-05T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:50:12.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, since I haven't blogged in about...forever....a lot has happened/changed.....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Still working at Macy's but last week I got another part time job as an assistant as a law firm. It's been an interesting first week learning all about the office and how law offices work but it's going great so far and I'm excited to learn more...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've FINALLY gotten my butt in gear and filled out financial aid paperwork to go back to school. I'm so excited to finally go back and figure out what I want to do with my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally I had my cyst re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;moved from my neck last week and I'm almost completely back to normal....thank goodness....Happy to have it and the worry gone and to finally be out of pain and able to move my neck....my muscles were getting really sore there for a minute....can't wait for my neck massage when it's totally healed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;NOW FOR SOME PICTURES!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5G08kMaeJI/AAAAAAAAADI/oZdCN31br8c/s1600-h/P1000485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5G08kMaeJI/AAAAAAAAADI/oZdCN31br8c/s320/P1000485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445332377068533906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me, My friends Heather and Amity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5G4_ufPjyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Z0H1xia-tQQ/s1600-h/P1000539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5G4_ufPjyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Z0H1xia-tQQ/s320/P1000539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445336829417983778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ryan and his "boyfriend" Jeremy....aka JERMAINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5G4iODf4OI/AAAAAAAAADw/0tQsxi-pc1E/s1600-h/P1000538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5G4iODf4OI/AAAAAAAAADw/0tQsxi-pc1E/s320/P1000538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445336322495471842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me and RHINO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5G3xoVqBxI/AAAAAAAAADo/tdvsgojICKA/s1600-h/P1000529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5G3xoVqBxI/AAAAAAAAADo/tdvsgojICKA/s320/P1000529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445335487737366290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jermaine shaking what his mama gave him.....and he's darn good at it....this is at a dance we put on....it was tons o' fun....and really hot as you can see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5G3OYE4bFI/AAAAAAAAADg/e1XOO03kMPY/s1600-h/P1000531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5G3OYE4bFI/AAAAAAAAADg/e1XOO03kMPY/s320/P1000531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445334882076617810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me and jessica (jae)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5G2hSK9j5I/AAAAAAAAADY/phg4MAZeN1c/s1600-h/P1000524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5G2hSK9j5I/AAAAAAAAADY/phg4MAZeN1c/s320/P1000524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445334107397394322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Natalie, Yvonne and me at said awesome, hot dance....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5G15gXLcsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NOptIPVHTCI/s1600-h/P1000516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5G15gXLcsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NOptIPVHTCI/s320/P1000516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445333424011965122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ryan and me after our friend's wedding....more pics to come cuz I gotta bounce.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-4990015651688008146?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/4990015651688008146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2010/03/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/4990015651688008146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/4990015651688008146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2010/03/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/S5G08kMaeJI/AAAAAAAAADI/oZdCN31br8c/s72-c/P1000485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-1293500350157917695</id><published>2009-11-08T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:40:19.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>San Fran Day Trip</title><content type='html'>So Ryan's family took me up to San Francisco for a Giants game and here are a few photos we took!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Sve3kKzvfoI/AAAAAAAAADA/A4zshJ6Sol4/s1600-h/P1000392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Sve3kKzvfoI/AAAAAAAAADA/A4zshJ6Sol4/s320/P1000392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401988110058749570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of Me and Whitney (Ry's sister)....we were super happy as you can see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Sve3N92UIQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iwzn2a1KJIs/s1600-h/P1000389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Sve3N92UIQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iwzn2a1KJIs/s320/P1000389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401987728622756098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Ryan, Whitney and her boyfriend Nate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Sve2x3LvNeI/AAAAAAAAACw/cdR28Ln35Iw/s1600-h/P1000388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Sve2x3LvNeI/AAAAAAAAACw/cdR28Ln35Iw/s320/P1000388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401987245797225954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ryan in front of this statue guy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Sve2TmYdlQI/AAAAAAAAACo/6tBl8Fu9JbY/s1600-h/P1000384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Sve2TmYdlQI/AAAAAAAAACo/6tBl8Fu9JbY/s320/P1000384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401986725891118338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the street in front of the stadium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Sve15NFhQOI/AAAAAAAAACg/XGR-BJG4nRo/s1600-h/P1000377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Sve15NFhQOI/AAAAAAAAACg/XGR-BJG4nRo/s320/P1000377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401986272424181986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at lunch before the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Sve1MwFhR8I/AAAAAAAAACY/okP0OFRLdJw/s1600-h/P1000352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Sve1MwFhR8I/AAAAAAAAACY/okP0OFRLdJw/s320/P1000352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401985508725311426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at a young peoples retreat thingy in san diego..that's my friend Jay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Sve0vQGKjkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4tikUxEPDRY/s1600-h/P1000351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Sve0vQGKjkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4tikUxEPDRY/s320/P1000351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401985001921875522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's new....hmm.....well i'm just working one job now (wooooohooooooo) at Macy*s and so far i'm loving it!!! other than that my life is pretty much the same, i keep busy with my young people's groups and other service commitments and try to sneak some fun in whenever i can!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-1293500350157917695?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/1293500350157917695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2009/11/san-fran-day-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/1293500350157917695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/1293500350157917695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2009/11/san-fran-day-trip.html' title='San Fran Day Trip'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Sve3kKzvfoI/AAAAAAAAADA/A4zshJ6Sol4/s72-c/P1000392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-4286105583275547658</id><published>2009-07-30T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T18:40:34.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;so...still no job but i keep looking cuz something has to work out right some time soon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;lately my life consists of looking for jobs and doing everything i can to keep my spirits up so as not to feel discouraged.  so i've been hanging out with friends and baby sitting for my friend's 2 year old son.  he's is a crazy boy...and he gave me a little black eye.  never shut your eyes when a 2 year old has a hard, plastic water gun in hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;we're putting on a michael jackson dance tomorrow so that should be interesting.  i'll post pictures later..they should be pretty great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;well that's it for me...seacrest out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-4286105583275547658?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/4286105583275547658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2009/07/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/4286105583275547658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/4286105583275547658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2009/07/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-4122179214597721102</id><published>2009-07-16T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:00:19.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;so here's whats been up with me lately....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;on july 4th we went to PISMO and we took some cool pics it was a great time!! nice weather....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Sl9_aE4JxmI/AAAAAAAAABM/oARMgm1yB5U/s1600-h/P1000308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Sl9_aE4JxmI/AAAAAAAAABM/oARMgm1yB5U/s320/P1000308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359142167556769378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This is a crazy place that we went that we had to hike down a mountain and then use this crazy rope to climb down a rock cliff to get to it and if you know me at all you know that that was a gross exaggeration...but it was totally worth it...amazing views. i think it's called pirates cove or something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Sl9_LXTYP0I/AAAAAAAAABE/c2Hg1ZL0hxw/s1600-h/P1000307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Sl9_LXTYP0I/AAAAAAAAABE/c2Hg1ZL0hxw/s320/P1000307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359141914804764482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;me and ryan's sister whitney... i look like a giant next to her!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Sl9-wo93KTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Aem47MQub9I/s1600-h/P1000306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Sl9-wo93KTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Aem47MQub9I/s320/P1000306.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359141455689886002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Me and Ryan at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pirate's Cove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Sl9-dH5P9yI/AAAAAAAAAA0/h5v-ZY_OBLc/s1600-h/P1000304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Sl9-dH5P9yI/AAAAAAAAAA0/h5v-ZY_OBLc/s320/P1000304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359141120394655522" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:small;"&gt;me and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;my guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Sl9_tuaelCI/AAAAAAAAABU/LXwTKtGxmzg/s1600-h/P1000320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Sl9_tuaelCI/AAAAAAAAABU/LXwTKtGxmzg/s320/P1000320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359142505124107298" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;us again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;anyways...then this last weekend our young people's group went on a camp out in yuba city (up near sac town) and it was awesome!! there were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;400&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;people there!! it looked like a little tent city cuz there were so many people there.  it actually started raining while we were there...anyway we had a great time but i'm so happy to be home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-4122179214597721102?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/4122179214597721102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/4122179214597721102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/4122179214597721102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok.html' title='weekends...'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Sl9_aE4JxmI/AAAAAAAAABM/oARMgm1yB5U/s72-c/P1000308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-3024762504391087856</id><published>2009-07-03T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T05:15:38.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, it's 4:41 am and I cannot for the life of me fall asleep.  I feel overwhelmed with the going's on i guess....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tomorrow i have a job interview which seems promising, but trying not to get my hopes up in case it doesn't work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i have a few places to drop resume's off at which may or may not also be promising.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i have writing and reading to do which seems impossible to get motivated to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i guess i feel so unmotivated because i keep trying and trying to find a job, and it has never been hard for me before, but NOW it is difficult and i guess it's hard to keep putting in such an effort when there is no reward. I'm the type that needs positive reinforcement...hopefully tomorrow i will receive not only positive reinforcement but positive cash flow too!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i miss my dad too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; i miss his dumb jokes and his soft eyes and the way he had to roll up his shirt sleeves because they were too long. i miss his advice and when nova or top gear was on the tv was his (he did pay for it so it's only right).  i miss him with the grandkids.  i miss his singing, especially when he would just come behind me when i play the piano and sing with me for as long as he wanted.  i miss his laugh and his smile and the way he always had to have lots of ice in his water at dinner.  i miss going to the lake as a family with him, mostly because now i know how important it was to him.  i miss his example, i miss his support. i miss his knowledge and his never ending search for it.  I miss his farmer's market fruit and his  night time snacking. i miss him waking us up in the morning with made up songs.  I miss how he would tell me my piano or singing was beautiful, or that he was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mostly i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;missed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; out.  I missed out on so much more because of my selfishness and self centeredness. because of my rebellion and my decisions i have missed out on so much.  i regret so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but i know he's here.  I know that every time i fall and i get back up again he is here rooting me on, telling me it will be ok, telling me that he's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;proud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;of me.  that every time i put another's needs before my own that he's there telling me that's what we do for each other, and that he's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; of me.  that when i comfort other's, when i'm kind, when i'm loving, when i sing and share my talents that he's here telling me to keep going, and that he's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; of me.  that because i enrolled in school, he would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; of me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i miss him, i love him, and i am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; to be his #5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Sk32AiauhzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gr1dw_6tnWY/s1600-h/n548732951_123954_6806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Sk32AiauhzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gr1dw_6tnWY/s320/n548732951_123954_6806.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354206021112727346" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-3024762504391087856?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/3024762504391087856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2009/07/cant-sleep.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/3024762504391087856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/3024762504391087856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2009/07/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t Sleep'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Sk32AiauhzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gr1dw_6tnWY/s72-c/n548732951_123954_6806.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-6469639184139686915</id><published>2009-06-29T15:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:36:21.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Skk_8umW4cI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TTL9lvb9Qo4/s1600-h/P1000299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Skk_8umW4cI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TTL9lvb9Qo4/s320/P1000299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352879944640160194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;Ryan and I went up to my cousin's wedding this weekend up by Santa Cruz. It was a really nice wedding and it was so good to get out of this awful heat!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Skk_ROOHecI/AAAAAAAAAAc/F9c1TizI-xI/s1600-h/P1000296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Skk_ROOHecI/AAAAAAAAAAc/F9c1TizI-xI/s320/P1000296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352879197214177730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Aw we're cute....the end.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-6469639184139686915?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/6469639184139686915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/6469639184139686915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/6469639184139686915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/Skk_8umW4cI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TTL9lvb9Qo4/s72-c/P1000299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-9090409770149429353</id><published>2009-06-26T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:39:22.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailor Tooth Tiger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/SkVpEKjmF4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/tA72wLI2wSw/s1600-h/images.jpeg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 135px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/SkVpEKjmF4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/tA72wLI2wSw/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351799252473747330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I was hanging out with Gill and the kids today and Hannah was playing with her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;sabertooth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; tiger from her happy meal and she called it a sailor tooth tiger cuz it rhymed....silly girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I had an awesome day hanging out with the kids at grandma tanner's house in the pool.  I love my family.  And if you haven't tried a snicker's ice cream bar I suggest you go get one immediately because they are DEEE-LICIOUS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-9090409770149429353?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/9090409770149429353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2009/06/sailor-tooth-tiger.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/9090409770149429353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/9090409770149429353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2009/06/sailor-tooth-tiger.html' title='Sailor Tooth Tiger'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mq6ovkHsk_c/SkVpEKjmF4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/tA72wLI2wSw/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-2385602198399018694</id><published>2009-06-10T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:55:00.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a long time....I actually forgot I even made this. Oops! Anyway, a lot has happened since I started this.  I moved out, I'm working, I'm going back to school in the fall (finally!!) and I am being considered for a full time position at a bank here in town which will be amazing if I get it!! Just keeping my fingers crossed....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, I've just been trying to be grateful for all that I have.  I truly have been blessed and I am so lucky to have my whole life in front of me.  Can't wait to see where I go and what I do!! That's it...TTFN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11 months!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-2385602198399018694?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/2385602198399018694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2009/06/update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/2385602198399018694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/2385602198399018694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2009/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495402894609268291.post-4528991673896618955</id><published>2009-04-15T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:15:05.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Don't really know what I'm doing but here goes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495402894609268291-4528991673896618955?l=bupster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/feeds/4528991673896618955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/4528991673896618955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495402894609268291/posts/default/4528991673896618955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bupster.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-blog.html' title='First Blog...'/><author><name>Mrs. A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05915659927523235431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
