<?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-3679159662159038657</id><updated>2011-08-01T22:28:44.700-04:00</updated><category term='silly'/><category term='animals'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='Avery'/><category term='news'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='farewell'/><category term='family'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='random'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='music'/><category term='sick'/><category term='blog'/><category term='married life'/><category term='good times'/><category term='work'/><category term='mr p'/><category term='THE HONEYMOON'/><category term='vent'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Melt with you...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>179</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-6766598824003115384</id><published>2009-12-19T15:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T15:42:06.813-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr p'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><title type='text'>one more?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes i miss blogging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a blizzard going on outside. I am bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess now is a good time to tell you my husband got a job! It was one long year since he lost his job. At some moments during the last year, i couldnt see the day in our future when we would both be working. I was running low on hope. These days are different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RELIEVED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANKFUL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GRATEFUL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FORTUNATE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THRILLED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RELAXED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOPEFUL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JOYOUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RELIEVED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RELIEVED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RELIEVED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It couldnt be better timing! I am so in the Christmas spirit this year it is not even funny. I find myself buying more and more things for the needy this year. For the cleaning lady at work. For her kids. For the lady who does my eyebrows. For anyone who i can think of.  I am just so thankful, i cant help but spread my cheer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know if and when the next time i post will be. If anyone happens to read this please have a wonderful holiday with your family and friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OOXX&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-6766598824003115384?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/6766598824003115384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-more.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6766598824003115384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6766598824003115384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-more.html' title='one more?'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-1661246610805278610</id><published>2009-10-18T21:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:25:32.706-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farewell'/><title type='text'>melt with you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's new?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats normally the first thing i ask someone when i havent seen them in a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what's new blog? Not much, im sure. You have been sitting pretty waiting for me to sit down and write something, havent you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no, i have been too busy for you. Sometimes i feel like life moves to quickly to have time to blog.  See, this was my very first attempt at a blog. I have been reading them for years. Sometimes i read blogs because the person has a very interesting life, sometimes i just like to look at their cute kids, other times i think they dress cute and check out their page for inspiration, some bloggers are really funny, others draw me back with their honesty, or with their amazing writing skills. I definitely dont have amazing writing skills (i got straight D's in high school English), and overall i dont think my life is very blog worthy. I mean who wants to read about the 3290482 hockey game we went to this year?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know, i think i ran out of steam. It was fun in the beginning when i got to vent about wedding stuff. Now its becoming a chore. I have to give it a rest. I just dont feel like blogging anymore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be back, one day. Probably when im knocked up or we are closing on our first home. But for now i will enjoy my time away from the computer with my hubby.&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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/StvNpSBX8WI/AAAAAAAAA0k/tIZqLH4ugUI/s1600-h/image-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/StvNpSBX8WI/AAAAAAAAA0k/tIZqLH4ugUI/s400/image-10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394131087802233186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farewell and goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-1661246610805278610?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/1661246610805278610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/10/melt-with-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/1661246610805278610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/1661246610805278610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/10/melt-with-you.html' title='melt with you..'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/StvNpSBX8WI/AAAAAAAAA0k/tIZqLH4ugUI/s72-c/image-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-7924539012150449251</id><published>2009-10-05T22:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:52:51.896-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr p'/><title type='text'>boo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had yet another Devils game. Tonight it was against the Rangers. The arena was a mix of red and blue, equally. We had many Rangers fans near us, they drove me crazy. The game was a nail biter. But guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam took pictures of me on the train ride home. He said this is how i looked the entire night. He said i am a sore loser. &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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsqwBzG8N1I/AAAAAAAAAz0/miu8BbgWZMo/s1600-h/IMG_3567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsqwBzG8N1I/AAAAAAAAAz0/miu8BbgWZMo/s400/IMG_3567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389313449047897938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsqwCWDRR0I/AAAAAAAAAz8/K1FRl7VlvLo/s1600-h/IMG_3571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsqwCWDRR0I/AAAAAAAAAz8/K1FRl7VlvLo/s400/IMG_3571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389313458427742018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsqwC1zYfJI/AAAAAAAAA0E/fBvGp4j9x4c/s1600-h/IMG_3573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsqwC1zYfJI/AAAAAAAAA0E/fBvGp4j9x4c/s400/IMG_3573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389313466951040146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsqwBQ7d6HI/AAAAAAAAAzs/QMZ0wIlAspU/s1600-h/IMG_3569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsqwBQ7d6HI/AAAAAAAAAzs/QMZ0wIlAspU/s400/IMG_3569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389313439872968818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a sore loser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to fix that. If not, the next 10 games that we have tickets to will be miserable if we lose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise to work on this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-7924539012150449251?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/7924539012150449251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/10/boo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/7924539012150449251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/7924539012150449251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/10/boo.html' title='boo.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsqwBzG8N1I/AAAAAAAAAz0/miu8BbgWZMo/s72-c/IMG_3567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-8976338453150601833</id><published>2009-10-04T12:30:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T12:58:33.687-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr p'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>theres always tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday night Sam's band played a show at the &lt;a href="http://cake-shop.com/"&gt;Cake Shop&lt;/a&gt;.  I was so exhausted all day and honestly dreading making the trek into the city for the show. I had THE LONGEST day at work. We were so swamped and i was so busy, and not to mention so tired. I was in no mood to hang out. But, i pulled it together and headed into the city with Dana and Lelah. So many people were at the show, some of which i havent seen since our wedding. It was great to see everyone and get a chance to chat. We left the show to go get some cupcakes from &lt;a href="http://www.sugarsweetsunshine.com/"&gt;Sugar Sweet Sunshine&lt;/a&gt;. OH MY GOD, SO GOOD! We came back to the show, watched the boys played, then headed home. Not without stopping for a dirty water dog of course! It was a really fun night. I have never been to the the Cake Shop but i really liked it. Everyone who worked there was super nice and not totally pretentious like many other venues in the city. I will definitely go back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im just realizing i didnt take any pictures of Sam playing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad wife. &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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsjRq2rJiRI/AAAAAAAAAy8/-EAaejBUuzs/s1600-h/IMG_3513.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsjRq2rJiRI/AAAAAAAAAy8/-EAaejBUuzs/s400/IMG_3513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388787488310003986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsjRqfRqxFI/AAAAAAAAAy0/_oZ_sGoFRaM/s1600-h/IMG_3504.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsjRqfRqxFI/AAAAAAAAAy0/_oZ_sGoFRaM/s400/IMG_3504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388787482029114450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsjRrEkZWkI/AAAAAAAAAzE/cd0ZveV4sGE/s1600-h/IMG_3517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsjRrEkZWkI/AAAAAAAAAzE/cd0ZveV4sGE/s400/IMG_3517.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388787492039776834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsjRrmUglWI/AAAAAAAAAzM/6n7rwfbAe4o/s1600-h/IMG_3514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsjRrmUglWI/AAAAAAAAAzM/6n7rwfbAe4o/s400/IMG_3514.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388787501099947362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsjTLO-x46I/AAAAAAAAAzc/5IGXbyr4THA/s1600-h/IMG_3500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsjTLO-x46I/AAAAAAAAAzc/5IGXbyr4THA/s400/IMG_3500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388789144102232994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we went to the season opener game for the Devils. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont want to talk about it. &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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsjRsLhcBNI/AAAAAAAAAzU/yghugC7DehA/s1600-h/IMG_3549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsjRsLhcBNI/AAAAAAAAAzU/yghugC7DehA/s400/IMG_3549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388787511086286034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, im a sore loser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i know why i dont get wrapped up in sports. I get too emotionally attached and when they lose i get depressed. I remember when i was younger i liked the Phoenix Suns. Dont ask why. Ive never even been to Phoenix but i had a thing for those Suns. So anyhow, when they lost to the Bulls in the 93 playoffs i cried for days. If my memory serves me correct i watched the playoffs at our local Bennigans with my parents and even cried at the restaurant. I HATE CRYING IN PUBLIC. Needless to say after that, i was done with sports. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So besides the Devil's losing we had a great weekend. We were very busy but with all good stuff and for that i am thankful. I hope everyone else had an equally awesome weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minus your team losing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-8976338453150601833?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/8976338453150601833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/10/theres-always-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/8976338453150601833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/8976338453150601833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/10/theres-always-tomorrow.html' title='theres always tomorrow.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsjRq2rJiRI/AAAAAAAAAy8/-EAaejBUuzs/s72-c/IMG_3513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-6147277751419624058</id><published>2009-09-30T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:23:58.482-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>you can never have too many.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant remember a time when i didnt wear a cardigan. I dont know, i guess its just a staple of my wardrobe. Sometimes i buy 2 black cardigans at a time if i can find the perfect one because i know i will wear out the first one and want another perfect black cardigan. Oh and i love when i find them at a great price. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look what i stumbled &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;amp;category%5Fname=sw%5Fcardigans&amp;amp;product%5Fid=2067053823&amp;amp;Page=1#"&gt;upon&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsKmEqOvqHI/AAAAAAAAAyk/iPhFGBcBlKY/s1600-h/67053823-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsKmEqOvqHI/AAAAAAAAAyk/iPhFGBcBlKY/s400/67053823-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387050703274354802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px; " /&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsKm4Xt388I/AAAAAAAAAys/7Jpz5mxjyHc/s1600-h/67053823-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsKm4Xt388I/AAAAAAAAAys/7Jpz5mxjyHc/s400/67053823-09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387051591657845698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought one of each, in these exact colors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Forever21, how i love thee. Your store is such a mess, but i can always count on finding a steal on your website. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-6147277751419624058?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/6147277751419624058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-can-never-have-too-many.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6147277751419624058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6147277751419624058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-can-never-have-too-many.html' title='you can never have too many.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsKmEqOvqHI/AAAAAAAAAyk/iPhFGBcBlKY/s72-c/67053823-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-6005932211466030736</id><published>2009-09-29T18:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:32:54.288-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr p'/><title type='text'>Stay old.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. P's 30th birthday party was great. He said it was his favorite birthday of all time. So i guess i accomplished what i wanted to, give him an awesome birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started off having friends over for snacks and cupcakes before we left for the bar. We went to the Wicked Monk in Brooklyn where our friend works as a bartender. She hooked us up with a great open bar price. We talked, drank, danced, took millions of pictures, and had a jolly time. Although Sam was pretty bummed to turn 30 you could have never guessed by all the fun he had this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sure looks like a happy 30 year old. &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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsKJn-W15JI/AAAAAAAAAx8/2poT3sExEKE/s1600-h/IMG_3432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsKJn-W15JI/AAAAAAAAAx8/2poT3sExEKE/s400/IMG_3432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387019424135242898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend will be another busy one. Friday Sam's band is playing a show in the city.&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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsKJnesTgMI/AAAAAAAAAx0/XBWvyUJr5AE/s1600-h/7334_150484164448_61038274448_2427262_6219103_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsKJnesTgMI/AAAAAAAAAx0/XBWvyUJr5AE/s400/7334_150484164448_61038274448_2427262_6219103_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387019415635329218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday is the Devil's first game of the season and he gets to show off his new jersey. &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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsKKMRFLphI/AAAAAAAAAyc/OhT_-nJdCKo/s1600-h/IMG_3272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsKKMRFLphI/AAAAAAAAAyc/OhT_-nJdCKo/s400/IMG_3272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387020047636735506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busy. busy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as i love having action packed weekends. I am realy looking forward to having a weekend to do NOTHING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe next weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-6005932211466030736?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/6005932211466030736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/09/stay-old.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6005932211466030736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6005932211466030736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/09/stay-old.html' title='Stay old.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SsKJn-W15JI/AAAAAAAAAx8/2poT3sExEKE/s72-c/IMG_3432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-2260783527244262252</id><published>2009-09-26T10:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T10:11:55.991-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr p'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>We're gonna party like..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;..its Sam's 30th Birthday Bash!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a lot to do today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- make fresh guacamole and jalapeno popper dip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- get brazilianed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- clean the apartment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- finish the cupcakes and oreo pie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- pick up subs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- pick up booze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- welcome guests&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- round up everyone for the van pick up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- head to brooklyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- head home at 2:30am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its going to be a (busy) good time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-2260783527244262252?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/2260783527244262252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-gonna-party-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/2260783527244262252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/2260783527244262252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-gonna-party-like.html' title='We&apos;re gonna party like..'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-6191330112663190373</id><published>2009-09-24T21:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:47:10.443-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr p'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Lets go devils.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was right. Sam loved his gift.  What was it, you ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got him the NJ Devils Atlantic Division season tickets. He is a big Devils fan and we have a ton of fun when we go to the games. We both decided getting a partial plan would be something we could buy in a few years when we can afford it. Well, i decided he deserved something special for his 30th birthday and splurged. I knew i was going to buy this for him since last year so i saved and saved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told him i got him tickets for the season opener through my job at a discounted price. I pretended like those tickets were part of his birthday present so i gave him those tickets in a little baggie with tissue paper. After he opened that bag i told him i had something else for him. Then i came out from our room with 11 more little baggies, each with tickets for a different game. He opened one right after the other with the cutest little face. It was pure excitement and shock - it made it all worth it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another fun thing that happened this week is that we got our wedding video. Luckily non-Alex delivered our video with no signs of sabotage. The video is a typical wedding video, nothing spectacular. But then again i knew what we were getting into when i booked non-Alex. We were getting what we paid for, which wasnt a whole lot. Im sure no one on earth really cares to see it but us, and our immediate families, but boy it is fun to watch. I have watched the video twice, and both times i can not wipe the smile from my face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It also made me consider going for dance lessons. Ha! im kidding. But seriously - i have no rhythm. When i know the song and i can sing along i like to dance. Its fun. But, i most certainly do not look cute doing so. But at least i dont look like this:&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Srwfd_Lhk4I/AAAAAAAAAxs/_Pxej_VcfPw/s1600-h/elaine-benes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Srwfd_Lhk4I/AAAAAAAAAxs/_Pxej_VcfPw/s400/elaine-benes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385213854464709506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or do i? I hope not. Oh well. I was the bride and nothing i do could look that stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just let me believe that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a totally random and unrelated note i really need to do something different with my hair and i want a tattoo. I was going to dye my hair brown until Sam reminded me how much i hate my hair every time i dye it brown. I have to face it, i love being blonde and i think i will always be a blonde. So maybe ill go lighter? Maybe ill cut it short? Something needs to change. Oh and the tattoo. I been itching for one for a while now. I want to get something to represent our wedding and our love. Maybe our wedding date? Sam thinks thats a jinx. Maybe a set of sparrows? A heart? I dont know. But i need some ink. And a new 'do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too many random thoughts tonight. Goodnight!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-6191330112663190373?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/6191330112663190373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-go-devils.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6191330112663190373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6191330112663190373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-go-devils.html' title='Lets go devils.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Srwfd_Lhk4I/AAAAAAAAAxs/_Pxej_VcfPw/s72-c/elaine-benes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-6618390669718902967</id><published>2009-09-22T07:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T07:28:19.388-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr p'/><title type='text'>Today is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam's 30th Birthday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember his 21st birthday like it was yesterday. I was so mad that he would be spending his birthday at a bar. I remember being upset knowing that i would not be able to join him at any bars until i turned 21 which was 2 years later. Now, i am happy i am younger. I wont turn 30 for two more years!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its going to be a week of celebrations. Tonight we will have a fabulous dinner with both of our families. Thursday his band is playing a pretty awesome show at Asbury Lanes. Saturday is his party - friends will be coming over for food and dessert and then we will have a van pick us up and take us to Brooklyn. Oh, and im making him an oreo pie. YUM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, let the celebrations begin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you babe!&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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sri0bcEiEhI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Tzbds0I4Z-g/s1600-h/IMG_1837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sri0bcEiEhI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Tzbds0I4Z-g/s400/IMG_1837.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384251738006098450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS - Im pretty sure you are going to LOVE your gift from me. &lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-6618390669718902967?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/6618390669718902967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6618390669718902967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6618390669718902967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-is.html' title='Today is...'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sri0bcEiEhI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Tzbds0I4Z-g/s72-c/IMG_1837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-4674962041946795667</id><published>2009-09-20T11:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T11:21:06.233-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr p'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><title type='text'>somethings got to give.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All went well with his interview. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im sure he got the job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT - they are offering him a job he didnt submit his resume for. One that is 60+ hours a week with no days off, benefits, or sick days. A job that if he takes, we will never see each other and he will probably get frustrated and quit before something better comes along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fingers crossed, he gets the job he submitted his resume for. It isnt the greatest job, but it is a way to get his foot in the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats really all we can ask for right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-4674962041946795667?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/4674962041946795667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/09/somethings-got-to-give.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/4674962041946795667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/4674962041946795667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/09/somethings-got-to-give.html' title='somethings got to give.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-5035198081987244204</id><published>2009-09-16T21:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:39:38.111-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>one more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today i got wonderful news. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to add it to my list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHRISSY IS COMING HOME! Well not HOME. Her home is now in North Carolina, but you know what i mean. She is coming to visit. She will be celebrating Sam's 30th with us! I am so excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss her. I am so glad i get to spend time with her soon!&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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SrGTAzrvRvI/AAAAAAAAAw0/F4DEU7ZvMK4/s1600-h/image-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SrGTAzrvRvI/AAAAAAAAAw0/F4DEU7ZvMK4/s400/image-8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382244671767398130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px; " /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-5035198081987244204?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/5035198081987244204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5035198081987244204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5035198081987244204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-more.html' title='one more.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SrGTAzrvRvI/AAAAAAAAAw0/F4DEU7ZvMK4/s72-c/image-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-5509312666016847225</id><published>2009-09-15T19:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:27:56.728-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><title type='text'>Good stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following things make me happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cold/allergies are gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam has a promising job interview on Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is dinner with Sam, Carr, Avery, and my parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday i get to have dinner with my cousin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousins rule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday is a bachelorette party for a good friend in NYC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If Thursday goes well, Sam will work for my company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got so many cute clothes for so cheap at Forever 21.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more week until Sam's 30th birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am surprising him with awesome gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His birthday party is going to rule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is our 4 month wedding anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I married my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom did my laundry today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have 3 friends who are welcoming baby boys this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no plans tonight besides cuddling and watching tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great end of summer weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am welcoming fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought those leopard print heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And grey boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really looking forward to New Years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think 2010 is going to be great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My best friend and I in our first official photo circa 2000. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still get the same butterflies that i did in 2000. &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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SrAhNVgSVGI/AAAAAAAAAwk/SqCnIA9gtFk/s1600-h/scan3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SrAhNVgSVGI/AAAAAAAAAwk/SqCnIA9gtFk/s400/scan3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381838067702322274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know i sometimes use this blog to complain and vent. I know that for a while my roller coaster was taking me for a ride i didnt like. But it didnt take long for me to realize most of the things i was worried about are trivial and i have whats important to me. There is so much that i am thankful for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much!&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-5509312666016847225?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/5509312666016847225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5509312666016847225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5509312666016847225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-stuff.html' title='Good stuff.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SrAhNVgSVGI/AAAAAAAAAwk/SqCnIA9gtFk/s72-c/scan3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-8784911933563796133</id><published>2009-09-11T07:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:56:51.061-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>i want:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;These &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?itemdescription=true&amp;amp;itemCount=60&amp;amp;startValue=1&amp;amp;selectedProductColor=&amp;amp;sortby=&amp;amp;id=16623829&amp;amp;parentid=W_SHOES_HEELSWEDGES&amp;amp;sortProperties=+subCategoryPosition,+product.marketingPriority,-product.startDate&amp;amp;navCount=18&amp;amp;navAction=poppushpush&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;pushId=W_SHOES_HEELSWEDGES&amp;amp;popId=WOMENS_SHOES&amp;amp;prepushId="&gt;shoes&lt;/a&gt;. Perfect with a plain black dress. hmm...i do have a wedding or two coming up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; white-space: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; white-space: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sqo6xUtFjvI/AAAAAAAAAwU/FrkuQoaX1HQ/s1600-h/16623829_00_b.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sqo6xUtFjvI/AAAAAAAAAwU/FrkuQoaX1HQ/s400/16623829_00_b.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380177323893296882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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;And the best part? They arent expensive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-8784911933563796133?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/8784911933563796133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/8784911933563796133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/8784911933563796133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want.html' title='i want:'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sqo6xUtFjvI/AAAAAAAAAwU/FrkuQoaX1HQ/s72-c/16623829_00_b.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-8171515274688092087</id><published>2009-09-10T18:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:12:08.066-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>splinter in my tongue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sore throat really wanted an ice pop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt have any. I didnt want to go out. I had to get creative. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say hello to a fruit punch ice cube on a toothpick. &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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sql5HOiZS8I/AAAAAAAAAwM/SuC1DVjUGmc/s1600-h/Photo+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sql5HOiZS8I/AAAAAAAAAwM/SuC1DVjUGmc/s400/Photo+163.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379964394939173826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As i was fooling around on the computer enjoying my homemade creation i couldnt get over how ridiculous i looked eating this thing.  It looks silly but it is oh so yummy. &lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-8171515274688092087?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/8171515274688092087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/09/splinter-in-my-tongue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/8171515274688092087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/8171515274688092087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/09/splinter-in-my-tongue.html' title='splinter in my tongue.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sql5HOiZS8I/AAAAAAAAAwM/SuC1DVjUGmc/s72-c/Photo+163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-850085651870103993</id><published>2009-09-10T07:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T08:20:31.161-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>ive missed you, sort of.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant believe summer has come and gone. Besides the fact that Sam has been unemployed throughout the summer, it was a great summer. We still managed to have a ton of fun and do so much this summer. Normally i make a list of things i want to do, and only cross off maybe half of those things. This year we did just about everything on my list. Im going to make a list for the upcoming Fall/Winter Seasons as well, i hope we accomplish that list too.  The reason why i make a list is because we always say "we should do that this year" and by the time a nice day where we are bored comes along we always look at each other and say "what was it that we said we wanted to do?" and end up doing something totally ordinary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So between the beautiful weather and getting to enjoy each last day of summer, my blogging has been very light. I managed to find the time today because i am home sick AGAIN. Its the third time this year and i am not happy about it. This whole sinus thing i have going on right now in my head happens to me a couple of times a year since i am a little girl. This year it happened early. Normally it happens for my birthday which is in October. I remember always being sick on my birthday and Halloween as a kid. That sucked big time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am doing all that i can to take care of myself and trying not to get Sam sick. This weekend Sam is DJing and i SO want to go. Its been so long since Sam DJ'd out and i was so looking forward to breaking out my dancing shoes. Hopefully ill be better for that, and hopefully i wont get him sick to ruin his good time. Oh and get this, he changed his DJ name to Mr. P - i love it. Also, on Monday he has something important to do that i dont want him to be sick for. I dont want to say what it is cause i am superstitious and dont want to jinx it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thats it. Thats my update. My time not blogging has been spent soaking up the sun, taking day trips, walking around the park, doing laundry, working, enjoy the last days of summer, embracing the fall, and getting sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time for me to watch morning TV which i never get to do and enjoy my tea. I am also going to Lysol the apartment before Mr. P gets up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can not get sick for Monday. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-850085651870103993?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/850085651870103993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-missed-you-sort-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/850085651870103993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/850085651870103993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-missed-you-sort-of.html' title='ive missed you, sort of.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-4135166965591750883</id><published>2009-09-05T19:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T10:02:55.408-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>CK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been on the hunt for a charcoal grey bag for a while now. If you know anything about me, you know i love purses. I pretty much always buy cheap purses cause i change them often and like to buy ones in funky patterns or bright colors. As i get older, i think it would be wise to invest in a nice, well made purse. I cant bring myself to spend HUNDREDS of dollars, but i do what something of high quality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a successful trip to Ikea and the outlet mall, i found my perfect purse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Calvin Klein. &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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SqLzDpH_whI/AAAAAAAAAv0/35wrdrHeeIQ/s1600-h/Photo+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SqLzDpH_whI/AAAAAAAAAv0/35wrdrHeeIQ/s400/Photo+147.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378128148938342930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels good to treat myself. I think i deserve it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-4135166965591750883?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/4135166965591750883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/09/ck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/4135166965591750883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/4135166965591750883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/09/ck.html' title='CK'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SqLzDpH_whI/AAAAAAAAAv0/35wrdrHeeIQ/s72-c/Photo+147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-8968417072662886469</id><published>2009-08-31T18:32:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:16:31.963-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>dave. and buster.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldnt find the time to blog this past week or so. Work has been so busy. I am literally doing the work of two people for a few weeks. I wont complain because...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A) Im thankful for the job that i have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B) Being busy makes the day go by quick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all in all, it was a good week. I worked overtime just about everyday, ate dinner, power walked, rested with my lovely husband, and went to sleep. I have another long week ahead of me but am looking forward to the holiday weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend was my good friend George's 30th birthday. Mr. P couldnt make it out but i represented the two of us at the celebration. We headed into the city for a late night out. We had a good time but i realized i can not hang out late anymore. I am too old and get too tired to come home after 4 am which is what i did on Saturday/Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though i got in later then i would have liked i still had a great time. George and I have been friends for a very long time. We didnt become really good friends until just after high school but we knew each other since middle school. I am so happy that after all of these years we remained so close. George is like a brother to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother of another color. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother from another mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, ill stop that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, back to George. I love him, i love his fiance and i love their children. I know we are going to be friends when we are old and grey and that is a good feeling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So without further adieu...&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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SpxStpAJtZI/AAAAAAAAAuU/jOhhcJcuIXo/s1600-h/IMG_3156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SpxStpAJtZI/AAAAAAAAAuU/jOhhcJcuIXo/s400/IMG_3156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376262999227610514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SpxStLFlSUI/AAAAAAAAAuM/MEJ0m1xQwX8/s1600-h/IMG_3154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SpxStLFlSUI/AAAAAAAAAuM/MEJ0m1xQwX8/s400/IMG_3154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376262991197325634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SpxSvXZDPMI/AAAAAAAAAus/KDXPsHh2kcM/s1600-h/IMG_3160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SpxSvXZDPMI/AAAAAAAAAus/KDXPsHh2kcM/s400/IMG_3160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376263028859944130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SpxUE3rK4MI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Zud_d9Vi47c/s1600-h/IMG_3173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SpxUE3rK4MI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Zud_d9Vi47c/s400/IMG_3173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376264497814757570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SpxSu8ltDOI/AAAAAAAAAuk/QJ2S4zQVp4A/s1600-h/IMG_3159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SpxSu8ltDOI/AAAAAAAAAuk/QJ2S4zQVp4A/s400/IMG_3159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376263021665258722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SpxUFdjJ84I/AAAAAAAAAu8/HLxkWNuZc4w/s1600-h/IMG_3178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SpxUFdjJ84I/AAAAAAAAAu8/HLxkWNuZc4w/s400/IMG_3178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376264507981689730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SpxUF5TXpBI/AAAAAAAAAvE/rxHQrjQWZSw/s1600-h/IMG_3183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SpxUF5TXpBI/AAAAAAAAAvE/rxHQrjQWZSw/s400/IMG_3183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376264515431670802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SpxUGQlgLuI/AAAAAAAAAvM/k12KWfyZFRA/s1600-h/IMG_3187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SpxUGQlgLuI/AAAAAAAAAvM/k12KWfyZFRA/s400/IMG_3187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376264521681743586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SpxX8CJK-9I/AAAAAAAAAvk/basD-JbABd8/s1600-h/IMG_3198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SpxX8CJK-9I/AAAAAAAAAvk/basD-JbABd8/s400/IMG_3198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376268744052636626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SpxUG0ox2DI/AAAAAAAAAvU/3fziRAYhRKI/s1600-h/IMG_3190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SpxUG0ox2DI/AAAAAAAAAvU/3fziRAYhRKI/s400/IMG_3190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376264531359160370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday George!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a certain somebody who will also be celebrating their 30th birthday soon. MR. P!!!!! I have a lil something up my sleeve and thats all im saying about that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-8968417072662886469?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/8968417072662886469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-couldnt-find-time-to-blog-this-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/8968417072662886469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/8968417072662886469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-couldnt-find-time-to-blog-this-past.html' title='dave. and buster.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SpxStpAJtZI/AAAAAAAAAuU/jOhhcJcuIXo/s72-c/IMG_3156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-6979732998465764859</id><published>2009-08-29T01:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T01:07:34.982-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><title type='text'>Its Friday, im a sleepyhead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi! Its me! Ive been so busy i havent had time to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work has been INSANE. My coworker's wife recently had their first child and i have to take over his job and still do my own. On top of that we have a new supervisor and i had to train him! Work had been nuts. Everyday this week i have come home and ate dinner, power walked, watched tv, then went to bed. It was like clockwork. I was simply counting down the moments until the weekend. Now the weekend is here and i couldnt be happier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend is another jammed packed weekend. I will definitely post more later and post some pictures as well. I just wanted to say HELLO! really quickly. I need some sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleep i shall get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catch up with you this weekend! Have a great one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-6979732998465764859?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/6979732998465764859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-friday-im-sleepyhead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6979732998465764859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6979732998465764859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-friday-im-sleepyhead.html' title='Its Friday, im a sleepyhead.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-974053629736779156</id><published>2009-08-21T14:04:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:08:32.903-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><title type='text'>reunion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had another half day today. It is a glorious feeling. After a quick nap i will clean the apartment then get ready for Sam's show. Its a big one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I anticipate a long night ahead of me. Its going to be fun and its for a good cause. &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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/So7iKo-_OzI/AAAAAAAAAuE/K86lVcHxx70/s1600-h/n125684989413_4730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/So7iKo-_OzI/AAAAAAAAAuE/K86lVcHxx70/s400/n125684989413_4730.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372480077927758642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 250px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great Friday night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-974053629736779156?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/974053629736779156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/08/reunion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/974053629736779156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/974053629736779156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/08/reunion.html' title='reunion.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/So7iKo-_OzI/AAAAAAAAAuE/K86lVcHxx70/s72-c/n125684989413_4730.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-6633573908638571721</id><published>2009-08-19T23:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:17:49.498-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>exclusive nightclub.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes when i need a good laugh i go on you tube and look for people who lose game shows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why i do this? Im not sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe its because it makes me feel smart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could it not!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dAzrTM4aHfE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dAzrTM4aHfE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha.&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/3679159662159038657-6633573908638571721?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/6633573908638571721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/08/exclusive-nightclub.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6633573908638571721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6633573908638571721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/08/exclusive-nightclub.html' title='exclusive nightclub.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-542706253383111395</id><published>2009-08-18T18:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:57:11.705-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><title type='text'>Funkadelic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember when i was in a funk?&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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SosqL5tx-OI/AAAAAAAAAt8/9hVQlnesNZo/s1600-h/marcypfunk4zs4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SosqL5tx-OI/AAAAAAAAAt8/9hVQlnesNZo/s200/marcypfunk4zs4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371433364529215714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a P Funk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This &lt;a href="http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-today.html"&gt;funk&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/08/better-days.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im well on my way out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After too many miscommunications we finally hashed things out. I told Mr. P EXACTLY how i am feeling these days and he returned the favor. I dont think he will magically find an awesome job tomorrow just because we had a talk, but it did help us get back on the same page. *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a game plan for him. There are a few opportunities on the horizon. We will continue to wait it out TOGETHER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I just went into full detail about our argument (in a humorous way, naturally) but Sam doesnt appreciate me writing about him or our relationship negatively even if i can find humor in it, so he told me to delete what i just wrote. What he doesnt know is i didnt speak of him negatively but instead i said how great our talk was and how i much i love him and ALL that we have. I even admitted that i am a bit crazy and for some reason feel the need to run to the mall to buy a dress or flats when we get in an argument. Im so weird. But i do love my new dress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thats it. We bickered. We talked. We see eye to eye again. And i got a cute new dress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All is well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-542706253383111395?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/542706253383111395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/08/funkadelic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/542706253383111395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/542706253383111395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/08/funkadelic.html' title='Funkadelic.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SosqL5tx-OI/AAAAAAAAAt8/9hVQlnesNZo/s72-c/marcypfunk4zs4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-5711724037995514487</id><published>2009-08-16T20:14:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:53:15.160-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>forever young.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a fun weekend. Boy, that mental health day really paid off :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday night Mr. P's band played a show in Brooklyn. I knew i wouldnt be able to make it since i was on the beach earlier in the day so i decided to go out with some friends. Although i certainly grew out of the "bar scene" i enjoy it every once in a while when i go out with old friends who i dont see as much as i used to. We headed out to the bar around 10 pm which is sometimes my friday night bedtime cause im always so drained by Friday. Luckily i wasnt too drained because i got my mental health time at the beach. I managed to hang out until the early morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started out at the outdoor bar. &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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SoinFwcZKlI/AAAAAAAAAts/_g-P6M-HLlE/s1600-h/IMG_2955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SoinFwcZKlI/AAAAAAAAAts/_g-P6M-HLlE/s400/IMG_2955.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370726272984492626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SoinFspzyFI/AAAAAAAAAtk/euPDc41UUl0/s1600-h/IMG_2968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SoinFspzyFI/AAAAAAAAAtk/euPDc41UUl0/s400/IMG_2968.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370726271967021138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we headed inside for shots. &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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SoilweBkbSI/AAAAAAAAAsU/cF_nvyUiSuA/s1600-h/IMG_2988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SoilweBkbSI/AAAAAAAAAsU/cF_nvyUiSuA/s400/IMG_2988.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370724807751265570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..and more fun.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Soilvri6xNI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Finpikq-GSI/s1600-h/IMG_2975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Soilvri6xNI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Finpikq-GSI/s400/IMG_2975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370724794200933586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Soilx_Wf3rI/AAAAAAAAAss/ZUTkU6PJjos/s1600-h/IMG_3028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Soilx_Wf3rI/AAAAAAAAAss/ZUTkU6PJjos/s400/IMG_3028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370724833877286578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon we were taking silly pictures. &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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SoilxIMuZmI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Ijr1HrnrivY/s1600-h/IMG_2995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SoilxIMuZmI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Ijr1HrnrivY/s400/IMG_2995.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370724819072345698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SoilxZfV7pI/AAAAAAAAAsk/5T_ECUh5N_I/s1600-h/IMG_2997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SoilxZfV7pI/AAAAAAAAAsk/5T_ECUh5N_I/s400/IMG_2997.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370724823713836690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the girls dissed the guys. So whats a bunch of girls to do at 2 am?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First we take more silly pictures in the car while sweet Laura drives our drunk asses around. &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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SoimrVKvsCI/AAAAAAAAAtE/4E83yVCSEtU/s1600-h/IMG_3072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SoimrVKvsCI/AAAAAAAAAtE/4E83yVCSEtU/s400/IMG_3072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370725818986115106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SoimriG5xXI/AAAAAAAAAtM/tPkNUTcvwP0/s1600-h/IMG_3067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SoimriG5xXI/AAAAAAAAAtM/tPkNUTcvwP0/s400/IMG_3067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370725822459659634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we head to the strip club. &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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Soimq5s0hZI/AAAAAAAAAs8/7VE3Q-9CeJw/s1600-h/IMG_3078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Soimq5s0hZI/AAAAAAAAAs8/7VE3Q-9CeJw/s400/IMG_3078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370725811612845458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately the strip club was closed. We attempted to find somewhere to go that was open late but gave up around 3 am. On our way home we saw feet hanging out of a car window which was parked on the side of the road. Laura turned the car around and got close enough to take a picture and tickle the bottom of his feet. As we sit there laughing we realize his friends are getting a kick out of our antics. They come over to the car and say hi to our single and on the prowl friend who is in the front seat. After exchanging a few words they tell us how old they are. TWENTY years old! That sure made me feel old. Laura hit the gas and we were out of there. &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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SoimqU0IzXI/AAAAAAAAAs0/vzWTQUit_mk/s1600-h/IMG_3083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SoimqU0IzXI/AAAAAAAAAs0/vzWTQUit_mk/s400/IMG_3083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370725801711422834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am definitely feeling my age these days - But i am happy that sometimes i can still have fun like a twenty year old. Well, without the passing out in the front seat of a car behavior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do pay the price the next day (especially if there are shots involed), but its worth it every now and again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good times..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-5711724037995514487?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/5711724037995514487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/08/forever-young.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5711724037995514487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5711724037995514487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/08/forever-young.html' title='forever young.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SoinFwcZKlI/AAAAAAAAAts/_g-P6M-HLlE/s72-c/IMG_2955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-3734303268524969076</id><published>2009-08-14T21:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T15:28:21.607-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>its a nice night for an evening.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every once in a while you have to tell your boss you need a mental health day and escape to the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did that today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i am heading out for the night. Nothing like sitting by the water on a nice night enjoying a drink with friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and i scored a cute dress on sale. Let me take a picture to show you. &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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SoYNfaZKCZI/AAAAAAAAAsE/iCeKMjiXZAc/s1600-h/Photo+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SoYNfaZKCZI/AAAAAAAAAsE/iCeKMjiXZAc/s400/Photo+166.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369994438997838226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love those &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?_dyncharset=ISO-8859-1&amp;amp;navAction=jump&amp;amp;id=16188674&amp;amp;search=true&amp;amp;isProduct=true&amp;amp;parentid=SEARCH+RESULTS&amp;amp;color=04"&gt;clearance racks&lt;/a&gt;! I also love a dress with pockets! One more thing that i love? The fact that they built an Urban Outfitters at the mall down the street. TROUBLE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great Friday night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-3734303268524969076?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/3734303268524969076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-nice-night-for-evening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/3734303268524969076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/3734303268524969076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-nice-night-for-evening.html' title='its a nice night for an evening.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SoYNfaZKCZI/AAAAAAAAAsE/iCeKMjiXZAc/s72-c/Photo+166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-4243908839171890786</id><published>2009-08-12T20:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T20:35:02.959-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>i never win anything. until today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im still in a funk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i did get a call today that i won tickets to this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 12px; font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div id="event_info_row_left" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; float: left; width: 30em; "&gt;&lt;div class="video" id="video_1" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://static4.livenation.com/akamai/V2049/images/6/581.jpg" class="edp_image" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; height: 22.5em; width: 30em; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p id="seo_main_copy" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="event_info_row_center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1.5em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; float: left; width: 39em; "&gt;&lt;div id="event_info_row_center_top" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div id="event_promoter" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p class="promoter_text" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 1.1em; line-height: 1em; "&gt;A Live Nation Concert&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 id="event_title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1.7em; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Y-ROCK on XPN Welcomes Dinosaur Jr. with Bob Mould, Lou Barlow + The Missingmen Tickets&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;ul id="venue_attributes" style="margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: outside; list-style-image: initial; color: rgb(89, 89, 89); "&gt;All Ages&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div id="event_date_and_times" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li id="event_date_and_times_the_date" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: outside; list-style-image: initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); display: inline; font-size: 1.1em; "&gt;Friday&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li id="event_date_and_times_the_date" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: outside; list-style-image: initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); display: inline; font-size: 1.1em; "&gt;10/09/09&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li id="event_date_and_times_show_time" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: outside; list-style-image: initial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); display: inline; font-size: 1.1em; "&gt;at 9:00 PM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="event_info_row_center_left" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;dl id="venue_info" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 2em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;dt style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livenation.com/venue/theater-of-the-living-arts-tickets" style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1.3em; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Theatre of the Living Arts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="venue_info_address" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Philadelphia, PA&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, fantasy;font-size:16px;"&gt;That made me a little happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;font-size:16px;"&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:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-4243908839171890786?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/4243908839171890786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-never-win-anything-until-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/4243908839171890786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/4243908839171890786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-never-win-anything-until-today.html' title='i never win anything. until today.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-687886558599448842</id><published>2009-08-10T18:45:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:10:55.674-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr p'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><title type='text'>not today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While i was at work today i was thinking of how i was going to sum up our weekend. The thoughts i had in my head were all lovey dovey about our wonderful weekend and how im feeling so positive about things. I was going to write about how i have a new attitude and i am going to be patient and understanding as much as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i had a crappy day at work and i lost the patience and understanding all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, this is what i mean. This is the roller coaster i speak of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day im all "Its ok we have eachother" and the next day im like "Its been 8 months, when will he find a job".  Since im in that mood again, im going to end this post now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure tomorrow ill be all butterflies and rainbows again. Ill post then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now i am going to buy some new (cheap) flats. That always makes me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send all positive vibes my way. Thanks.&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/3679159662159038657-687886558599448842?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/687886558599448842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-today.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/687886558599448842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/687886558599448842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-today.html' title='not today.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-1818759405656393533</id><published>2009-08-07T18:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T18:24:39.501-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><title type='text'>better days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am feeling much better today. I got a good night sleep last night and had a talk with Mr. P about how i am feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess its normal to have good days and bad days. I cant always be the ray of sunshine i normally am. I will try my best to remember what is important. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have our health. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a wonderful family and friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are not struggling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THINGS WILL GET BETTER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great friday. Im off to the mall to buy some cheap jewelry from Forever 21, eat a cheeseburger and go see Funny People. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-1818759405656393533?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/1818759405656393533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/08/better-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/1818759405656393533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/1818759405656393533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/08/better-days.html' title='better days.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-3452852279017117892</id><published>2009-08-06T00:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:22:11.446-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr p'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><title type='text'>goodnight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its after midnight and i cant sleep. I am so tired though. In fact i fell asleep on the couch from 9-11 pm but when i got up to go to bed Sam and I started talking about him not working. Now my mind is racing and i cant relax it enough to fall back into snooze mode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im starting to get stressed out. Being the only person working in a household is worrying. Especially when there has been newsletters, emails, and meetings about the future of my company. No more coffee, plates, spoons, or bottled water for employees at my company. We have to fix the budget. No more matching non-union employees 401k's to help get the budget on track. Thankfully i am represented by a union. If there are lay offs it may not effect me. But what if?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only do i worry about where the heck we would live if i got laid off, but what would i do for a living? I have no degree and all i know is what i have done at my current company. I have been there since i am 17. I am virginal when it comes to going on interviews and looking for jobs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am trying not to think about the direction my company is taking to avoid lay offs. But every once in a while i lose sleep over it. All the what if's are starting to weigh heavy on my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am frustrated. I wish someone would give Sam a golden opportunity. I wish he would get a job that he knew that he liked and paid well. Part of the problem is he recently decided he wants to take a different direction in life. School is out and now working else where is in. But he doesnt know if he will like it, and i think he is scared to try. But we will never know until he tries right? In the meantime i just wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime i worry about HIM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime i worry about ME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime i worry about US.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too much worrying to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-3452852279017117892?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/3452852279017117892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/08/goodnight.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/3452852279017117892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/3452852279017117892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/08/goodnight.html' title='goodnight?'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-5180055326601973229</id><published>2009-08-02T20:04:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:52:28.527-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr p'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>D'Peachy Mode*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*A hotel worker called Depeche Mode D'Peachy Mode so naturally we said it to each other all night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time last night. It started out a little rocky because as soon as we got on the parkway we saw this.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYuLyJYP5I/AAAAAAAAApU/O9UIPMpfmWw/s1600-h/0801091743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYuLyJYP5I/AAAAAAAAApU/O9UIPMpfmWw/s320/0801091743.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365526786033074066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;The bumper to bumper traffic lasted the WHOLE. WAY. THERE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get it. Its summer. Everyone is heading to the shore. But really? The whole way down? What normally is an hour and a half ride, took 4 hours. An hour into the ride i realized i forgot my shoes. Who does that? There was no way i was wearing my $3 flip flops all night. I knew drinks would be spilled on me, I knew i might be a bit buzzed and fall on my face, so we needed to stop for shoes. Luckily as i remembered i forgot my shoes we were passing an exit on the parkway that had a mall nearby. I headed straight for Macy's and bought another pair of black flats. I can never have enough.&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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYwIiwqT3I/AAAAAAAAAp0/OnbV_PWC1yE/s1600-h/IMG_2750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYwIiwqT3I/AAAAAAAAAp0/OnbV_PWC1yE/s400/IMG_2750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365528929386516338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to our room with enough time to relax with a drink. Our room was super nice and for once we got an actual view that wasnt of the parking lot! &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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYu18_GnII/AAAAAAAAApc/vm8AYOAlClI/s1600-h/IMG_2719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYu18_GnII/AAAAAAAAApc/vm8AYOAlClI/s400/IMG_2719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365527510497270914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took myspace-ish pictures of myself while i waited for Sam to iron his shirt. He loves to iron. He irons for fun. its so bizarre. &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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYu2kdY_wI/AAAAAAAAAps/qM49cHKYzOI/s1600-h/IMG_2744.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYu2kdY_wI/AAAAAAAAAps/qM49cHKYzOI/s400/IMG_2744.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365527521093287682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYu2LRwL5I/AAAAAAAAApk/zLPZ3YN1KZU/s1600-h/IMG_2737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYu2LRwL5I/AAAAAAAAApk/zLPZ3YN1KZU/s400/IMG_2737.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365527514333589394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYwI_8CliI/AAAAAAAAAp8/P9aB3SD04Bo/s1600-h/IMG_2776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYwI_8CliI/AAAAAAAAAp8/P9aB3SD04Bo/s400/IMG_2776.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365528937218872866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we headed down to the event center. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYy4CWZF7I/AAAAAAAAArk/gsS-lAsM4-M/s1600-h/IMG_2786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYy4CWZF7I/AAAAAAAAArk/gsS-lAsM4-M/s400/IMG_2786.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365531944343377842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYy4eFRGhI/AAAAAAAAArs/0jPjOmTI_2E/s1600-h/IMG_2801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYy4eFRGhI/AAAAAAAAArs/0jPjOmTI_2E/s400/IMG_2801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365531951787743762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYy4oC72mI/AAAAAAAAAr0/J3GetZ8RcqM/s1600-h/IMG_2827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYy4oC72mI/AAAAAAAAAr0/J3GetZ8RcqM/s400/IMG_2827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365531954462317154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show was awesome as expected. This was my third time seeing them and i have to say it wasnt as good as the first time but better then the last. They played my favorite song of all time (Enjoy the Silence) for a good 10 minutes and i couldnt have been happier. I dont think there was AC in the room and i was working up a good sweat!! So was the weird guy next to us. He was SO into it. Depeche Mode must have saved his life or something because he was feeling it. We were watching him in disbelief. His wife and daughter were standing about 20 feet behind also in disbelief.  He was singing every word, air drumming and dancing with his eyes closed. He was either on ecstasy or just really loved the band. He was actually pretty fun to watch. I love when people get that into bands.&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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYy5PUIo9I/AAAAAAAAAr8/n5cgF7gYkTo/s1600-h/IMG_2808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYy5PUIo9I/AAAAAAAAAr8/n5cgF7gYkTo/s400/IMG_2808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365531965003441106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the show we went back up to the room to take pictures of our reflections and to have another drink.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYwJvOpYJI/AAAAAAAAAqM/98-P7OFaf88/s1600-h/IMG_2778.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYwJvOpYJI/AAAAAAAAAqM/98-P7OFaf88/s400/IMG_2778.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365528949913378962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYy3jxZLxI/AAAAAAAAArc/vlC0trJ1S9s/s1600-h/IMG_2847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYy3jxZLxI/AAAAAAAAArc/vlC0trJ1S9s/s400/IMG_2847.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365531936135130898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we headed down to the casino. The casino is so pretty. They have these beautiful glass blown chandelier type of things all over the casino.&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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYxwEABgFI/AAAAAAAAAq0/wtGxJIXaJng/s1600-h/IMG_2855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYxwEABgFI/AAAAAAAAAq0/wtGxJIXaJng/s400/IMG_2855.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365530707835846738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYwKNGlnlI/AAAAAAAAAqU/6WsZXZ_yKdw/s1600-h/IMG_2780.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYwKNGlnlI/AAAAAAAAAqU/6WsZXZ_yKdw/s400/IMG_2780.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365528957932641874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYw5DbsQ0I/AAAAAAAAAqs/ZVCRnj2MdYI/s1600-h/IMG_2869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYw5DbsQ0I/AAAAAAAAAqs/ZVCRnj2MdYI/s400/IMG_2869.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365529762790654786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYw4X0EF4I/AAAAAAAAAqc/C3UT37YcwOk/s1600-h/IMG_2865.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYw4X0EF4I/AAAAAAAAAqc/C3UT37YcwOk/s400/IMG_2865.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365529751081719682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYw4mDHStI/AAAAAAAAAqk/wY3oncX9xEw/s1600-h/IMG_2866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYw4mDHStI/AAAAAAAAAqk/wY3oncX9xEw/s400/IMG_2866.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365529754902940370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to wait on a very long line to eat at &lt;a href="http://www.theborgata.com/Main.cfm?Category_1=4000&amp;amp;Category_2=4200&amp;amp;Category_3=4260"&gt;Noodles of the World&lt;/a&gt;. It was well worth the wait. By the time we got done eating it was after 1 am so we decided to retire for the night. &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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYxxEIR7fI/AAAAAAAAArE/fYIP79EqoNk/s1600-h/IMG_2876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYxxEIR7fI/AAAAAAAAArE/fYIP79EqoNk/s400/IMG_2876.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365530725050346994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYxwv7Cz4I/AAAAAAAAAq8/NyB2BKLrcmU/s1600-h/IMG_2875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYxwv7Cz4I/AAAAAAAAAq8/NyB2BKLrcmU/s400/IMG_2875.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365530719626121090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find it funny that more times then not we go to a casino and not gamble at all. We definitely dont have money to throw away these days so im happy we were smart with our money. There is no greater feeling then waking up from a night at the casino with money in my wallet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After driving through a horrible storm to get home we took a 2 hour nap and ate dinner. I love a lazy sunday. Back to the grind tomorrow. This week will be busy. I have my father's 50th birthday on Wednesday and his party on Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish it could be the weekend every day. Mr. P and i have so much fun together. For the 9 plus years that we have been together we have always had a great time when we do anything together. The summer has been great so far. We have done a ton of fun stuff and have been checking off many things from my "things to do this summer" list. Its truly a gift to marry your best friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone else had as good of a weekend as we had. &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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYxxSjyzVI/AAAAAAAAArM/eY9rc5arzLA/s1600-h/IMG_2879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYxxSjyzVI/AAAAAAAAArM/eY9rc5arzLA/s400/IMG_2879.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365530728923843922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-5180055326601973229?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/5180055326601973229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/08/dpeachy-mode.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5180055326601973229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5180055326601973229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/08/dpeachy-mode.html' title='D&apos;Peachy Mode*'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SnYuLyJYP5I/AAAAAAAAApU/O9UIPMpfmWw/s72-c/0801091743.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-8654066106171960111</id><published>2009-07-31T19:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:47:50.754-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><title type='text'>enjoy the silence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew. Im glad to be home. Work was exhausting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week was tough to get through because i was looking forward to the weekend a little too much. Tonight i plan on relaxing and tomorrow we are going to Atlantic City to see Depeche Mode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so ready to get all dolled up and dance with my hubby. Yep, im going to make him dance with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Expect lots of pictures on Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more thing before i go. I just went to Target to buy my coworker's baby a gift and did a little browsing through the baby section. Can i just say that the Target kids clothes are soooo cute! Walking through i daydreamed about how i would like to dress my kid. Seriously, the clothes make my heart melt. I am so happy i have 3 good friends with babies on the way. I will get a lot of practice. Then, one day i can live my little fairy tale life. Sam gets a job, we save money for a house, paint a nursery, and fill it will a baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day...&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-8654066106171960111?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/8654066106171960111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/07/enjoy-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/8654066106171960111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/8654066106171960111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/07/enjoy-silence.html' title='enjoy the silence.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-511017474701256603</id><published>2009-07-28T17:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T17:58:38.179-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>(not going to) school update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago i thought seriously about going back to school in the fall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-never-too-late.html"&gt;Remember&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess who didnt register? ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a degree so bad. I dont want to be stuck on the same spot of the corporate ladder forever. I looked into my company's corporate college program and it seems perfect for me. I would take accelerated classes in the evening, one night a week, with my coworkers, to obtain a Bachelor's in Business Management from Rutgers University. It is tailor fitted for a full time worker's schedule which leads me to believe this would be my best shot at actually succeeding and achieving a degree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there is a problem. Part of this problem is that i hate school. Yep, i straight up HATE school. I barely made it out of high school and dropped out of college twice. Sometimes i have nightmares that i am stuck in school forever. You know how they say school isnt for some people? Well, it isnt for me! But i want that degree so badly. If and when i got back, i need to give it 110%. No half-assing it and failing in front of my coworkers. No way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other part of the problem is that i feel like i am stressing too much over other things. Once Sam gets back on track with work then maybe i can take on a new task. But for now i am worrying too much that Sam will never work again. I know this isnt true but after 7 months of being unemployed i cant help but forget the days when he got a paycheck. It seems so long ago. Once life get back to normal then maybe i can make important decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thats the scoop on school. Im not going. I am not ready. AGAIN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will i ever be ready?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-511017474701256603?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/511017474701256603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-going-to-school-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/511017474701256603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/511017474701256603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-going-to-school-update.html' title='(not going to) school update.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-2704465466104819889</id><published>2009-07-26T15:10:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:36:34.618-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>non-Alex has been reached.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so ive got an update to the videographer saga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although i am happy the phone call went well, the update really isnt blog-worthy. It went like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam called. He picked up. They had a short conversation. The End. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He pretty much ignored the fact that i have sent him multiple emails. He told Sam our video will be ready 12-15 weeks after the wedding and that we have to pick 3 songs. I wish he elaborated because i dont know if the songs should be slow, or fast, serious, or on the fun side. I think i will send him a list of six. Three fun songs and three slow songs. I would email him to ask, but im sure he will just ignore my email. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a part of me that is thinking maybe he is too old to understand how to work email. I mean, he is almost 100 right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, here are the songs i will send him. I sort of hope he can use the fun songs instead of the slow ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Friday Im in Love - The Cure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Everlong - Foo Fighters (cake cutting song)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Melt With You - Modern English&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Playground Love - Air (our song)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Baby I Love Your Way - Peter Frampton (my parents song)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. In My Life - The Beatles (Sam &amp;amp; his mom's song)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that we didnt play typical wedding music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy your Sunday. I am off to go food shopping. FUN!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-2704465466104819889?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/2704465466104819889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/07/non-alex-has-been-reached.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/2704465466104819889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/2704465466104819889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/07/non-alex-has-been-reached.html' title='non-Alex has been reached.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-8542870400551285529</id><published>2009-07-25T01:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:47:28.502-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>'do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not as short as i like but its definitely what i needed. My roots are covered my and split ends have been chopped. &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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SmqcKr6PHjI/AAAAAAAAApM/fqM1Qk398p0/s1600-h/Photo+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SmqcKr6PHjI/AAAAAAAAApM/fqM1Qk398p0/s320/Photo+151.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362270013737606706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;Also, do you like my new chin? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sike. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-8542870400551285529?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/8542870400551285529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/07/do.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/8542870400551285529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/8542870400551285529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/07/do.html' title='&apos;do.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SmqcKr6PHjI/AAAAAAAAApM/fqM1Qk398p0/s72-c/Photo+151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-1455613311018929065</id><published>2009-07-23T20:32:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:44:52.891-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>the tonight show.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow i am going for my first hair cut since the wedding. My hair is HURTING! My roots are 17 inches long and i have split ends all around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want to cut my hair pretty short. A "bob" if you will. But Mr. P prefers it long and on the days that i take the time to do my hair, i also prefer it on the longer side. I may also want to change my color. There is a HUGE part of me that wants to let my natural color come in but i just cant let go of being a blonde. I have been blonde since im 13 and i feel like i am a blonde at heart. A blonde brain sometimes too. More times then not, actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tomorrow is the big day. The good thing (and sometimes bad thing) is that my stylist does what she wants. We dont discuss my color ever. I go there and i leave with the color she wants my hair to be. So we will see what happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately my hair has looked like this during the week. Thats what working 12 hour work days will do to a gal. &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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SmkCrkdjsHI/AAAAAAAAAo8/DdABXeJAq38/s1600-h/Photo+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SmkCrkdjsHI/AAAAAAAAAo8/DdABXeJAq38/s320/Photo+149.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361819778906566770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;That headband is the reason why i get to sleep in an extra 15 minutes. I dont have to spend anytime on my hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i just posted that picture and im too lazy to change it. HELLO JAY LENO CHIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight. Im delirious. Tomorrow ill post a pic of my new 'do. That is if i dont cancel my appointment and schedule a chin bone shaving instead. Hey, at least my teeth are white. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-1455613311018929065?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/1455613311018929065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/07/tomorrow-i-am-going-for-my-first-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/1455613311018929065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/1455613311018929065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/07/tomorrow-i-am-going-for-my-first-hair.html' title='the tonight show.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SmkCrkdjsHI/AAAAAAAAAo8/DdABXeJAq38/s72-c/Photo+149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-3870756719700577352</id><published>2009-07-23T07:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T07:23:40.900-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><title type='text'>seven months.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is how long Mr. P has been out of work. The wedding kept us distracted and now that May 15th has come and gone, we have to face reality. It doesnt make our first couple of months easy. In fact, it makes things pretty stressful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is on hold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except for this roller coaster that we are on. That keeps taking us for a ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why didnt anyone tell me that married life isnt always peachy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-3870756719700577352?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/3870756719700577352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/07/seven-months.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/3870756719700577352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/3870756719700577352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/07/seven-months.html' title='seven months.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-5557036346750988875</id><published>2009-07-19T00:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:27:39.242-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>picture perfect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite shots.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SmKgNavJaKI/AAAAAAAAAo0/1KvO_0GzX3s/s1600-h/IMG_0107-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SmKgNavJaKI/AAAAAAAAAo0/1KvO_0GzX3s/s320/IMG_0107-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360022658900125858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a polaroid twist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and in case you were wondering - NO, i havent talked to the Videographer. I checked the status of the mail and he has read every single one of my emails. Im starting to get very angry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-5557036346750988875?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/5557036346750988875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/07/picture-perfect.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5557036346750988875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5557036346750988875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/07/picture-perfect.html' title='picture perfect.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SmKgNavJaKI/AAAAAAAAAo0/1KvO_0GzX3s/s72-c/IMG_0107-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-8289389012210832864</id><published>2009-07-14T18:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T07:15:23.304-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>i embarrass myself sometimes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been emailing our videographer without getting any responses. I am growing concerned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why, you ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause i think our videographer secretly hates me and wants to sabotage our video. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few months before the wedding i went to an afternoon hockey game with Sam, my good friends Brian &amp;amp; Dana, and their father. It was an early game so i didnt have much time to eat breakfast before heading out the door. Once we got to the game i decided to have a beer and then get some food. Well i had a few more beers and in the process forgot to eat, leaving me quite tipsy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tipsy = drunk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time at the game and were heading home at around 4 pm when i realized i had a voice mail. It was our videographer. He wanted to let me know our slideshow was complete. For some reason, in my drunken mind i didnt think it was the videographer but instead thought it was someone playing a trick on me. I decided to call the number back. After the initial "Hello, how are you?" it went like this. Lets pretend his name is Alex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: This isnt Alex. I know you are lying. I am TOO smart to be fooled!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: No Jennifer, this is Alex. Your slideshow is complete. Let me have your address and ill mail you a dvd to preview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I am not giving you my address you creep!!! You are not Alex!!! You are probably some lonely kid sitting in your basement who Alex hired to edit the dvd. I am going to call you non-Alex cause thats what you are!!@!$#@%$%^@!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: Just give me your address. But why dont you think it is me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Because you sound young and the real Alex is like 100 years old. Stop F-ing with me and tell me who this is!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: Maybe you should put someone else on the phone. I hear a man in the background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: What are you trying to say Non-Alex????? I am not with another man. I am with Sam and he is the only guy i screw - im no whore. THIS ISNT ALEX!! I KNOW IT. STOP F'ING WITH ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: Goodbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That went on for 10 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets point something out here. I just totally offended my videographer and no one in the car stopped me. In fact they laughed as it happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward a few hours. I woke up from a nap at 8 pm. Not only was i confused because it was dark out and i thought i over slept and was late for work but it also started to hit me what happened. There was a small part of me that thought maybe it was a joke and maybe it wasnt in fact the videographer. I checked the phone number to the contract and it matched. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i emailed him and apologized. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FIVE TIMES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He told me not to worry about it but to make sure i dont get that drunk at the wedding and that he was 65 years old, not 100. I did not get that drunk a the wedding and even managed to slip in another apology. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now its after the wedding and i havent heard from him. I emailed him 3 times and havent gotten a response. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Non-Alex hates me. I am so scared to see what this video is going to look like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i even get it. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-8289389012210832864?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/8289389012210832864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-embarrass-myself-sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/8289389012210832864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/8289389012210832864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-embarrass-myself-sometimes.html' title='i embarrass myself sometimes.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-7232137369017913550</id><published>2009-07-11T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:08:01.656-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>freaks and geeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides my black roots that i cant afford to fix, doesnt my hair look great?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this shampoo and conditioner and i think im in love. &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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SlU5IV8XEcI/AAAAAAAAAok/Ggt0YLKII7w/s1600-h/product.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SlU5IV8XEcI/AAAAAAAAAok/Ggt0YLKII7w/s320/product.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356250147319124418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hair has been fried for years. Lets see, i started dying it when i was 13.  Oh and lets not forget those god awful perms i rocked for the duration of middle school. Yep, the same years i had braces. Also the same years my feet growth exceeded my height and weight growth. Seriously, did i have to be a size 9.5 at just under 5 feet and 80 pounds? That has nothing to do with my hair, i just wanted to paint a visual for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, this shampoo and conditioner makes me feel like my hair  has never been touched with a chemical or a burning hot styling tool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt the need to share this information with you just in case anyone is looking for a new hair product considering i have tried every product under the sun and would like to save some one out there the trouble. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-7232137369017913550?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/7232137369017913550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/07/freaks-and-geeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/7232137369017913550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/7232137369017913550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/07/freaks-and-geeks.html' title='freaks and geeks.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SlU5IV8XEcI/AAAAAAAAAok/Ggt0YLKII7w/s72-c/product.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-7528663618721333845</id><published>2009-07-10T02:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T02:06:27.757-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><title type='text'>M F U</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can not hang like i used to. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure i have another long weekend coming up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I certainly can sleep till whatever time i please tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But geesh, i get tired. Its 2am on a Thursday. No, Friday and i am exhausted. I feel absolutely no need to stay out this late on a week night again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know i must be getting old when i see writing on the mirror and think its funny enough to take out my camera phone to snap a quick pic. &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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SlbZ3nB41ZI/AAAAAAAAAos/MRGG5PzltOs/s1600-h/0709092336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SlbZ3nB41ZI/AAAAAAAAAos/MRGG5PzltOs/s320/0709092336.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356708356196717970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;I will Mother Fuck you. Really? Will you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im tired. Goodnight. &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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-7528663618721333845?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/7528663618721333845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/07/m-f-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/7528663618721333845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/7528663618721333845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/07/m-f-u.html' title='M F U'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SlbZ3nB41ZI/AAAAAAAAAos/MRGG5PzltOs/s72-c/0709092336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-5833333103167825166</id><published>2009-07-08T19:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:22:28.620-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>She will always be a Jersey girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well i accomplished everything i said i would. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday we saw Sonic Youth. They were great.  We saw them in Philly at the Electric Factory. I have never been there but realized soon after arriving that it is an awesome venue to see shows. I will definitely go back. The Yeah Yeah Yeah's are playing at the end of July and id love to see them. Karen O puts on a good show. Actually last time i saw them was when they opened for Sonic Youth. Wow, this story has really come full circle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday was Chelsea Handler who was hysterical. I would have been happier if the theatre we saw her at had an air conditioner but i guess you cant win them all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was Chrissy's going away party/4th of July party. It was fun. It was sad. I am going to miss her. I know it wont hit me until its one of those days that i want to unwind with a glass of wine and my favorite letter writing, glasses wearing, beer fest going, show companion, secret smoker friend and cant cause she lives in freakin North Carolina. UGH! Anyways, although it was a bitter sweet party, we managed to have fun with a little drinking and dancing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday i slept till 11:30 am which is exactly what i wanted to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday we had a great beach day with our good friends Mike and &lt;a href="http://lelah.wordpress.com/"&gt;Lelah&lt;/a&gt;. After the beach we hit Bobby Flay's Burger Place. So good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved my long weekend so much that i want another soon. So soon that i took off of work this Friday. Yippee!! Tomorrow Sam's band is playing with Murphy's Law so i plan on going and having a late night out. Why work on Friday if i dont have to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On numerous occasions i have thought to myself that i write the most boring blog ever. I write about what i do day to day. No one cares. Buy then again no one reads this and i like keeping an online journal of my life. Its random, its kind of boring, but its fun for me to go back and read.  Why am i explaining myself to myself on MY blog? I dont know. Im weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i like to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;body rock Season&lt;/span&gt; dance in Brian's back yard. &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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SlU2igEXKNI/AAAAAAAAAoM/KVJN8imFlQg/s1600-h/IMG_2660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SlU2igEXKNI/AAAAAAAAAoM/KVJN8imFlQg/s320/IMG_2660.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356247298178754770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-5833333103167825166?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/5833333103167825166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-will-always-be-jersey-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5833333103167825166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5833333103167825166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-will-always-be-jersey-girl.html' title='She will always be a Jersey girl.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SlU2igEXKNI/AAAAAAAAAoM/KVJN8imFlQg/s72-c/IMG_2660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-9207251948956654304</id><published>2009-07-02T07:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T07:13:03.629-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>i&lt;3coldstone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I TRY to eat healthy. It doesnt always work. But overall i am happy with my level of healthy eating. But sometimes that time of the month comes and screws it all up for me. Sometimes i crave something sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say hello to my friend. Chocolate Jell-O pudding ice cream stuffed between two hot waffles, covered in fudge and rainbow sprinkles.&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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkyV6vR1rmI/AAAAAAAAAn8/LHJSIzCNGdc/s1600-h/0701092146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkyV6vR1rmI/AAAAAAAAAn8/LHJSIzCNGdc/s320/0701092146.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353818893392916066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;It hit the spot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-9207251948956654304?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/9207251948956654304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/07/i3coldstone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/9207251948956654304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/9207251948956654304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/07/i3coldstone.html' title='i&lt;3coldstone'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkyV6vR1rmI/AAAAAAAAAn8/LHJSIzCNGdc/s72-c/0701092146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-1649146349551310655</id><published>2009-06-30T18:05:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:21:31.057-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>its been a while.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi Blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im Jen. Your owner. Ive been busy and have been neglecting you more and more each day. Sorry this girl's busy and is starting to wonder how on earth people have time to blog each day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a weekend packed with fun. See for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First up, No Doubt with my two favorite girls - my BFF Carrie and my lil cousin Kaitlin. It was Kaitlin's first concert and a good time was had by all. Im not afraid to admit it, i love Gwen Stefani. She is my guilty pleasure. &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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkqN3mGrDRI/AAAAAAAAAm8/K8SjbxO3Bjw/s1600-h/IMG_2606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkqN3mGrDRI/AAAAAAAAAm8/K8SjbxO3Bjw/s320/IMG_2606.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353247093344111890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkqOO_BTqUI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Rt0XWUG5iNU/s1600-h/IMG_2562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkqOO_BTqUI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Rt0XWUG5iNU/s320/IMG_2562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353247495169485122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;Then i hung out pool side with the girls and 'lil Avery. &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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkqQ8vZC2zI/AAAAAAAAAnU/dOkUTpj9a0c/s1600-h/IMG_2622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkqQ8vZC2zI/AAAAAAAAAnU/dOkUTpj9a0c/s320/IMG_2622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353250480271317810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkqQ86_b-2I/AAAAAAAAAnc/sJehmsjl4UE/s1600-h/IMG_2629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkqQ86_b-2I/AAAAAAAAAnc/sJehmsjl4UE/s320/IMG_2629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353250483385138018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;Then i went out for drinks with Brian and Chrissy. Mr. P was playing a show in Baltimore so i stayed out till 3am. You know how we roll.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkqQ9tp9jxI/AAAAAAAAAns/MuwsMQ2W3yk/s1600-h/IMG_2642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkqQ9tp9jxI/AAAAAAAAAns/MuwsMQ2W3yk/s320/IMG_2642.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353250496985272082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkqQ9QSG-mI/AAAAAAAAAnk/o2q4eByP67A/s1600-h/IMG_2631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkqQ9QSG-mI/AAAAAAAAAnk/o2q4eByP67A/s320/IMG_2631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353250489100597858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;Finally on Sunday Sam and I went to the boardwalk for a NJ shore feast. Sausage and pepper sandwiches, vinegar fries, deep fried apple pie, and orange creme custard. &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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Skqdxh-m-KI/AAAAAAAAAn0/oBNloUlEXos/s1600-h/sc009763bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Skqdxh-m-KI/AAAAAAAAAn0/oBNloUlEXos/s320/sc009763bd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353264581343377570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 63px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far my work week has been hectic but it will pay off. I have a four day weekend coming up and it is packed with more fun. Again, see for yourself. This time with no pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday we are going to see Sonic Youth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday im going to see the comedian Chelsea Handler. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday is Chrissy's going away party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday i want to sleep late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday i am going to the beach with Lelah while our husbands skateboard nearby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-1649146349551310655?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/1649146349551310655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/1649146349551310655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/1649146349551310655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi-blog.html' title='its been a while.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkqN3mGrDRI/AAAAAAAAAm8/K8SjbxO3Bjw/s72-c/IMG_2606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-8971868744785650530</id><published>2009-06-24T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:02:29.903-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>rock lobster.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love this song. It puts me in a happy place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tDZy6-fMCw4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tDZy6-fMCw4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-8971868744785650530?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/8971868744785650530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/06/rock-lobster.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/8971868744785650530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/8971868744785650530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/06/rock-lobster.html' title='rock lobster.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-1688365695567189743</id><published>2009-06-23T18:56:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:14:38.893-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><title type='text'>NEMO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i had a penny for every time i heard a kid say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;NEMO!&lt;/span&gt; at the top of their lungs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was crazy to think that going to an aquarium on a rainy Saturday would be a good idea. Why didnt the thought of millions of little kids, just as many strollers, and A LOT of germs cross my mind. The kids put you in a tough spot. You dont want to be rude and cut little kids in line, but the kids just stand in front of the glass and stare at it forever. Not to mention they cough and drool all over everything. Then, when there is finally an opening i make my way in to get cut off by another little kid. I cant push or shoulder check the kid like i would if it were a woman my own age so i just let the kid go in front of me, and decide maybe i dont need to see that hippo after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the day went on the aquarium got less crowded. Nap time perhaps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We managed to have a good time but i will remember that until we have children of our own, we will not be attending an aquarium or zoo on a Saturday ever again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like kids, i really do, i know it sounds like i dont, but i do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow here are some pics from our day.&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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkFfwoL474I/AAAAAAAAAlc/zN8nQ4saYV8/s1600-h/IMG_2395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkFfwoL474I/AAAAAAAAAlc/zN8nQ4saYV8/s320/IMG_2395.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350663121318506370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkFfx5PxXZI/AAAAAAAAAl8/4VTImvePO9g/s1600-h/IMG_2423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkFfx5PxXZI/AAAAAAAAAl8/4VTImvePO9g/s320/IMG_2423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350663143078059410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkFfxoig-FI/AAAAAAAAAl0/RnziZXO07M4/s1600-h/IMG_2422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkFfxoig-FI/AAAAAAAAAl0/RnziZXO07M4/s320/IMG_2422.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350663138593273938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkFgKqTWWoI/AAAAAAAAAmE/_Sejie7uKxI/s1600-h/IMG_2428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkFgKqTWWoI/AAAAAAAAAmE/_Sejie7uKxI/s320/IMG_2428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350663568563264130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkFgL2oN_cI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Kn7qkh96pAQ/s1600-h/IMG_2461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkFgL2oN_cI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Kn7qkh96pAQ/s320/IMG_2461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350663589051891138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkFgLp0GgKI/AAAAAAAAAmc/ku61t6Y7y90/s1600-h/IMG_2458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkFgLp0GgKI/AAAAAAAAAmc/ku61t6Y7y90/s320/IMG_2458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350663585612071074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkFgLe34cKI/AAAAAAAAAmU/l2ksNSbR6eE/s1600-h/IMG_2443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkFgLe34cKI/AAAAAAAAAmU/l2ksNSbR6eE/s320/IMG_2443.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350663582675136674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkFghzZPD_I/AAAAAAAAAms/ItCki1xRqLE/s1600-h/IMG_2467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkFghzZPD_I/AAAAAAAAAms/ItCki1xRqLE/s320/IMG_2467.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350663966140862450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkFfw4uT62I/AAAAAAAAAlk/cjUHgevqySs/s1600-h/IMG_2402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkFfw4uT62I/AAAAAAAAAlk/cjUHgevqySs/s320/IMG_2402.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350663125757848418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkFfxLEIZ5I/AAAAAAAAAls/7WGw1UXpXF4/s1600-h/IMG_2406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkFfxLEIZ5I/AAAAAAAAAls/7WGw1UXpXF4/s320/IMG_2406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350663130681206674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkFgKwvLqHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/7tnfdf_smGw/s1600-h/IMG_2432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkFgKwvLqHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/7tnfdf_smGw/s320/IMG_2432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350663570290616434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;Look at my hair. Total rainy day hair.  &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-1688365695567189743?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/1688365695567189743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/06/nemo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/1688365695567189743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/1688365695567189743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/06/nemo.html' title='NEMO!'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SkFfwoL474I/AAAAAAAAAlc/zN8nQ4saYV8/s72-c/IMG_2395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-7314161753026264312</id><published>2009-06-21T10:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:39:55.071-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>fred rules.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Fathers Day!&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sj5ElGG_cLI/AAAAAAAAAlU/g8ltmt7YdEw/s1600-h/IMG_4907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sj5ElGG_cLI/AAAAAAAAAlU/g8ltmt7YdEw/s320/IMG_4907.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349788811448512690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep trying to think of what to write here about him. Its too hard. There is TOO much to say. I consider my dad to be one of my best friends. I know i can go to him anytime, for anything, and he will be there for me. He is a saint. Seriously, sometimes i think he a real life angel. What he has done for our family, myself, or perfect strangers is remarkable. He has a heart of gold, and had been told that by anyone who has ever met him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides being a real life angel he is also a pretty kick ass dude. He took me to my first concert,  always gave me the best advice, drove my friends and i anywhere we wanted to go, let me get a few piercings and dye my hair purple when i was young, and never gave me a hard time. He has always supported me 100% and let me be ME! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so lucky to be his daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So lucky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thankful. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-7314161753026264312?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/7314161753026264312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/06/fred-rules.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/7314161753026264312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/7314161753026264312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/06/fred-rules.html' title='fred rules.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sj5ElGG_cLI/AAAAAAAAAlU/g8ltmt7YdEw/s72-c/IMG_4907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-4095530282213407732</id><published>2009-06-20T01:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:29:10.633-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><title type='text'>two things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I love getting flowers for no reason at all besides the fact that my husband loves me. And maybe because sometimes i tell him "Why dont you get me flowers for no reason?!". But thats neither here nor there...&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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SjxzMj_YTSI/AAAAAAAAAlE/C6wKMo98euY/s1600-h/0617092221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SjxzMj_YTSI/AAAAAAAAAlE/C6wKMo98euY/s320/0617092221.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349277117066005794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&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;2. This movie made me laugh/cry on the way out of the theatre. I want to go see it again. I love laughing until i cry. I think it is hands down one of the greatest feelings ever. &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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SjxzM-6lh2I/AAAAAAAAAlM/1BPoNeYkCDA/s1600-h/The_Hangover_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SjxzM-6lh2I/AAAAAAAAAlM/1BPoNeYkCDA/s320/The_Hangover_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349277124293658466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight! Tomorrow we have a long day at the aquarium then to Philly for a cheese-steak. YUM. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-4095530282213407732?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/4095530282213407732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/4095530282213407732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/4095530282213407732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-things.html' title='two things.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SjxzMj_YTSI/AAAAAAAAAlE/C6wKMo98euY/s72-c/0617092221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-3762592931425808764</id><published>2009-06-17T21:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:59:33.112-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>sephia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow. Looking through wedding proofs is becoming my second job. Its so hard to narrow it down to 60 pictures for our album. Along the way we also have to pick out our 11 x 14 and the wallet size picture for our thank you cards. I think i picked our 11 x 14, hopefully Mr. P gives it the thumbs up. It will match the black and white photography we have in our living room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when we took this picture. I laughed the whole time but obviously stopped for a second so he could take this picture. I really hate staged photos, and thought this pose was the corniest pose i have ever seen. But, there is something i just love about this shot.&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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SjmfNdMA9qI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Syg3wnu7MsA/s1600-h/IMG_0059sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SjmfNdMA9qI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Syg3wnu7MsA/s320/IMG_0059sepia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348481086001313442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think? Is it a keeper?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-3762592931425808764?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/3762592931425808764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/06/sephia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/3762592931425808764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/3762592931425808764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/06/sephia.html' title='sephia.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SjmfNdMA9qI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Syg3wnu7MsA/s72-c/IMG_0059sepia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-4869030087153136121</id><published>2009-06-16T17:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:28:14.635-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Its never too late.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive been thinking lately...thinking that i should go back to school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, I entered the corporate world when i was 17 though a  co-op program my high school had with my current employer.  After high school i still worked  here but started community college and not long after that i dropped out. It was hard for me to take community college seriously when it felt like high school without the lockers, i had no idea what i wanted to do with my life and i was making decent money for an 18 year old at my corporate job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few years later i tried it again, this time for business. I was doing good until i had an accounting class. I just didnt get it, got frustrated, and dropped out once again. It was hard for me to concentrate on classes i didnt care about. Lets be honest, I was only taking business classes because my company would pay for it. If i went for something i was actually interested in (fine arts) it would not be reimbursed and i didnt want to be knee deep in student loans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to today. I havent taken a college course in just about 5 years. I am starting to get bored in my current position, i want to make more money, and i am wishing i had a degree under my belt. My current company offers a corporate college which is accelerated courses to obtain a Bachelors in Business Management. Although i wasnt a huge fan of that accounting class a while back, i am interested in one day being a manager or working in our human resources department. I know this degree will help me tremendously as i continue to climb the corporate ladder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orientation is on Thursday! &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-4869030087153136121?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/4869030087153136121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-never-too-late.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/4869030087153136121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/4869030087153136121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-never-too-late.html' title='Its never too late.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-8694959805983046804</id><published>2009-06-11T19:26:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:37:25.786-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vent'/><title type='text'>my new obsession.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facebook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, i know..i am about 100 years late. I never did myspace, swore i wouldnt do facebook or any other type of social networking site, but one day i was bored and made a profile. Now i cant stop! Im sure the excitement will fade, but for now i spend my "computer time" on facebook and not blogging or reading blogs. I love that i am using my new last name so i am somewhat incognito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes i feel like blogging is pointless. When i had the wedding to look forward to it was fun to post about my ideas and dreams because truthfully i dont think any one of my friends wanted to hear me talking wedding business 24/7. Now that the wedding is over and my days consist of working and cooking i just dont know what to write about. Im feeling pretty bland these days. I never want to be glued to the computer so for now i will enjoy facebook and post when i feel like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know why i care. I think i have 5 people who read this and i know them personally so they already know everything i blog about.  Im sure they can live without me posting regularly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blah. I just feel blah. Boring. blah. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-8694959805983046804?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/8694959805983046804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-new-obsession.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/8694959805983046804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/8694959805983046804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-new-obsession.html' title='my new obsession.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-5150304073299747334</id><published>2009-06-08T19:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:03:49.607-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr p'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>love this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Si2YwIZWlmI/AAAAAAAAAk0/aWwoMGFO11U/s1600-h/JustMarried.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Si2YwIZWlmI/AAAAAAAAAk0/aWwoMGFO11U/s320/JustMarried.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345096285413611106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Mr. P. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-5150304073299747334?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/5150304073299747334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5150304073299747334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5150304073299747334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-this.html' title='love this.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Si2YwIZWlmI/AAAAAAAAAk0/aWwoMGFO11U/s72-c/JustMarried.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-6344615565144904032</id><published>2009-06-07T09:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T09:51:29.480-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>She's crazy, but i love her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past few days we have been celebrating my mother's birthday. Her actual birthday was the 4th of June. Happy Birthday Mom! And NO, i am not giving you news of a future grandchild for your birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we took her to &lt;a href="http://www.baramericain.com/"&gt;Bar Americain&lt;/a&gt; which is one of Bobby Flay's restaurants. It is special to Sam and I because that is where we dined the night he proposed. Our dinner was fantastic both times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my father is having a BBQ for my mom. I am making a delicious broccoli salad. You may have tried it once or twice because it is quite popular. If you love broccoli you will love it. Try it this summer. Double the recipe if you are going to a BBQ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Broccoli Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 head of broccoli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 slices of bacon, cooked and crumbled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/4 cup shredded cheddar cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 red onion, chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 TBSP red wine vinegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 TBSP white sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/3 cup mayo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 tsp fresh lemon juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- combine broccoli, cheese, bacon and onion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- whisk vinegar, mayo, lemon juice, salt, pepper, and sugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- pour over salad, mix to coat. Cover and refrigerate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So easy. So yummy. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-6344615565144904032?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/6344615565144904032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/06/shes-crazy-but-i-love-her.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6344615565144904032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6344615565144904032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/06/shes-crazy-but-i-love-her.html' title='She&apos;s crazy, but i love her.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-5473120472044341087</id><published>2009-06-06T09:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T09:21:44.032-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>try birth control, kids.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im feeling better these days. So much better that i forgot about my little blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe i forgot about my blog because i have read this whole blog from start to finish. Seriously, i dedicated a whole morning to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://whythefuckdoyouhaveakid.com/"&gt;http://whythefuckdoyouhaveakid.com/&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-5473120472044341087?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/5473120472044341087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/06/try-birth-control-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5473120472044341087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5473120472044341087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/06/try-birth-control-kids.html' title='try birth control, kids.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-5807344855596568164</id><published>2009-06-02T11:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:24:56.326-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE HONEYMOON'/><title type='text'>honeymooners.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know, I know..i spent all this time talking about planning our wedding and honeymoon then come back from experiencing both and didnt post a word about either! Well today is your lucky day! Prepare for a long post, I have a lot of time on my hands considering i am home sick and it still hurts to talk!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The honeymoon: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left on the Sunday after our wedding. We were feeling good and well rested. I took this picture of us on the plane and am posting it for the mere fact that my eyelashes look fabulous and Mr. P has bedroom eyes. &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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiHM--xGaWI/AAAAAAAAAi8/_LQ8xT4ES-k/s1600-h/IMG_2106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiHM--xGaWI/AAAAAAAAAi8/_LQ8xT4ES-k/s320/IMG_2106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341776015411013986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;We checked in and immediately started exploring the resort. Along the way, we stopped at a caribbean restaurant to eat.  Afterwards we headed to the "irish" pub. It was pretty cool there. We spent many nights at that pub. Our first night there we sat next to a sweet couple from West Virginia who had just gotten married. Lets call them the conservatives. They asked if we wanted to sit at a table with them and we agreed.  I had the wife take this picture of us. &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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiHM_sWshyI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Pv67ac_1D6c/s1600-h/IMG_2152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiHM_sWshyI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Pv67ac_1D6c/s320/IMG_2152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341776027648296738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;Cute huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As i was talking to the wife i overheard her husband bring up politics with Sam. It was obvious we didnt have the same political views as them but who cares right? We are on our honeymoon and just want to make small talk with these folks. Well lets just say her husband would not give it up. Sam and him started debating. I watched in disbelief as this man said some very hurtful things about many different groups of people. At this point i am trying to make light of the situation with the wife, and Sam is telling him that they can agree to disagree. He didnt give it up. It was getting awkward. Then his wife told me she didnt think gay people should have the same rights as straight people. Well that set me off and i gave her a piece of my mind. She didnt want to hear anything i had to say, and vice versa. Needless to say it was a bit too awkward for our liking so i finished my drink and we left. &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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiHM_RUXXbI/AAAAAAAAAjE/NAowjsJt7Uc/s1600-h/IMG_2151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiHM_RUXXbI/AAAAAAAAAjE/NAowjsJt7Uc/s320/IMG_2151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341776020390763954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;It still boggles my mind that some people can be so close minded. But thats the world we live in. Im happy that i do not know anyone like that personally. I am proud to say that everyone i know and love are accepting of ALL lifestyles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough about the conservatives, back to the honeymoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did a lot of swimming. Everyday was spent pool side until it was time for us to take our daily nap then head to dinner. We ate at every one of the seven restaurants at the resort. We were only slightly disappointed with one meal, everything else was fantastic. So much in fact that i gained 5 pounds on vacation! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On one of our daily swims we floated under the stage that they preform the nightly shows on. I wasnt sure if we could swim under there but we did anyways.  Well the underside of the stage was all wood with everybody who has ever floated under there names and wedding date. There were even markers under the stage for us to use. I didnt think it would be so hard to write above my head while standing in water. It was tough but we left our mark. &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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiHM_-GS1JI/AAAAAAAAAjU/fVJESEjq2X8/s1600-h/IMG_2163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiHM_-GS1JI/AAAAAAAAAjU/fVJESEjq2X8/s320/IMG_2163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341776032411341970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;The scenery was just gorgeous. St. Lucia is such a beautiful place. &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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiHNAaH5tAI/AAAAAAAAAjc/BPVNWQDjPwQ/s1600-h/IMG_2162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiHNAaH5tAI/AAAAAAAAAjc/BPVNWQDjPwQ/s320/IMG_2162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341776039934276610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiHZRZTVabI/AAAAAAAAAjk/IzZa1shxyHE/s1600-h/IMG_2197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiHZRZTVabI/AAAAAAAAAjk/IzZa1shxyHE/s320/IMG_2197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341789525911103922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiHZR994MBI/AAAAAAAAAjs/jbhqQBcMIMY/s1600-h/IMG_2202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiHZR994MBI/AAAAAAAAAjs/jbhqQBcMIMY/s320/IMG_2202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341789535753220114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;On our last day we took a catamaran tour of the island. Our first stop was the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pitons"&gt;Piton&lt;/a&gt; Mountains. Such a wonderful sight. &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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiHZSqUbjHI/AAAAAAAAAj8/pgyiFzFdAtE/s1600-h/IMG_2274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiHZSqUbjHI/AAAAAAAAAj8/pgyiFzFdAtE/s320/IMG_2274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341789547658972274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiHZS683QBI/AAAAAAAAAkE/SrYooxrsXQ4/s1600-h/IMG_2271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiHZS683QBI/AAAAAAAAAkE/SrYooxrsXQ4/s320/IMG_2271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341789552123527186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;Next up was the volcano. It was pretty cool to see but it smelled so bad. They told us you would smell the sulfur in the air but i had no clue how poignant it would be. I had to take off my shirt to cover my mouth and nose. It was horrible.  I thought i was going to pass out. It pains me to look at these pictures because i think back to that hot day with my shirt covering my mouth, dry heaving as the wind carried the scent of hot sulfur my way. &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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiHbqKISh1I/AAAAAAAAAkM/gI8bEG8Wefg/s1600-h/IMG_2282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiHbqKISh1I/AAAAAAAAAkM/gI8bEG8Wefg/s320/IMG_2282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341792150358230866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;Then we arrived at the much more pleasant smelling botanical gardens. I enjoyed this part of the tour. So many beautiful flowers and greenery. Here are a few of my favorites. &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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiHbrMsFE9I/AAAAAAAAAkk/njhDfZFUTTA/s1600-h/IMG_2288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiHbrMsFE9I/AAAAAAAAAkk/njhDfZFUTTA/s320/IMG_2288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341792168225084370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiHbq60LDyI/AAAAAAAAAkc/7cs9MrcpXVc/s1600-h/IMG_2295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiHbq60LDyI/AAAAAAAAAkc/7cs9MrcpXVc/s320/IMG_2295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341792163427192610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiHbqTf5iuI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Ukqb_xKKfko/s1600-h/IMG_2293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiHbqTf5iuI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Ukqb_xKKfko/s320/IMG_2293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341792152873175778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;As we walked through the garden, we came upon the diamond waterfall. So pretty. &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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiHbrT_RZMI/AAAAAAAAAks/m4kGMAuBQpQ/s1600-h/IMG_2297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiHbrT_RZMI/AAAAAAAAAks/m4kGMAuBQpQ/s320/IMG_2297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341792170184631490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had such an awesome time. It really was just what we needed after the process of planning a wedding for 2 years. It was so fun to get used to saying "my husband" and even more fun to be called Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you have it - our honeymoon. Longest post ever, i know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new longest post ever will be the The Wedding Day wrap up when i decide to write that one. Since i plan on being home sick for a few days you can probably expect it this week!&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-5807344855596568164?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/5807344855596568164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/honeymooners.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5807344855596568164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5807344855596568164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/honeymooners.html' title='honeymooners.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiHM--xGaWI/AAAAAAAAAi8/_LQ8xT4ES-k/s72-c/IMG_2106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-5651542130279608288</id><published>2009-06-01T21:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:56:17.272-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>diagnosis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The P's have nasty sinus infections. We are on antibiotics for 10 days. Technically i am the only one on them because we havent filled Sam's prescription yet. Naturally my company hasnt sent my health insurance provider the info they need to cover Sam. He is covered as of our wedding date but not as far as prescriptions go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just dandy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent all morning on the phone with HR and my insurance company. I was told everything would be fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We go the the pharmacy and they inform me Sam's two prescriptions would be just about $240 to fill. I have the same diagnosis, therefore the same medication, and my total was $21.  Needless to say i am going to call my HR department with a bit of sass and hopefully get them to put a little pep in their step. Once they inform the proper people, we will go back to the pharmacy to pick up his. For now we are sharing the antibiotics. We can do that for 5 days before we need our own supply. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, i panicked at the doctors office again. I think i was the calmest i have been in a long time but my blood pressure was still high. I freak myself out so much that i have what they call &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_coat_hypertension"&gt;white coat hypertension&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its annoying. Its makes me feel like a freakazoid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, heres hoping we start feeling better. Have a good night and dont forget to use your antibacterial gel. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-5651542130279608288?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/5651542130279608288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/06/diagnosis.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5651542130279608288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5651542130279608288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/06/diagnosis.html' title='diagnosis.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-8390145691475544445</id><published>2009-05-31T22:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:42:53.025-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>not allergies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was feeling better today and went to my friends graduation party. After talking ALL day i lost my voice again. When i came home i had the chills and low and behold i have a fever. I thought it was just allergies but refused to kiss anyone hello or goodbye in fear of infecting them. Well except for Jason, he was hoping to get a few days off of work so he volunteered to give me a kiss goodbye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P-nizzle is sick too. We are miserable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No work for me tomorrow. Id rather be at work then the doctors office. I have a phobia with doctors. I panic when i go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im weird, i know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, really - of all things to be nervous about. I walked down the aisle totally calm. Airplanes dont really bother me. Roller coasters are fun to me. I start new jobs, meet new people without getting the slightest bit nervous. But as soon as i step into the doctors office i freak. I need to get over that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will give a full report tomorrow. Fingers crossed it isnt that flu im nervous to get. Im not typing it in hopes i wont jinx myself. But you know, it starts with an "S" ends with and "E" and has "WIN" in between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-8390145691475544445?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/8390145691475544445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-allergies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/8390145691475544445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/8390145691475544445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-allergies.html' title='not allergies.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-3132476682066964269</id><published>2009-05-30T18:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:02:35.255-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>im sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think its allergies. When we came home from our honeymoon everything around me was covered in pollen. I've gone through 2 boxes of tissues, a full bag of cough drops and a ton of nasal spray.  I dont like taking medicine so that is extent of how i am treating myself. I am letting it run its course and eating many ice pops in the meantime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have completely lost my voice and have started writing my husband notes to communicate. They always end up getting x rated somehow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate not being able to talk. When i do it hurts and i sound like i am going through puberty. That, or i sound like i have just finished my 392875298 carton of Marlboro Red's. Either way, it sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not going to lie, for a second i thought i had Swine Flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even brought Sam home a lil something from the pharmacy just in case.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiG6Vgw1isI/AAAAAAAAAiU/nYQmtLO2ZPQ/s1600-h/Photo+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiG6Vgw1isI/AAAAAAAAAiU/nYQmtLO2ZPQ/s320/Photo+144.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341755511772908226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;Tomorrow i have a good friends graduation party. I think she got her 357th master's this time around. I hope i can make it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a wonderful Saturday and dont take the power of speaking for granted. I miss it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-3132476682066964269?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/3132476682066964269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/3132476682066964269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/3132476682066964269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-sick.html' title='im sick.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SiG6Vgw1isI/AAAAAAAAAiU/nYQmtLO2ZPQ/s72-c/Photo+144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-7692251347791411924</id><published>2009-05-28T19:02:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:42:00.967-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>25 things..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My mom, aunt and myself all have the same middle name, Lyn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. My first concert was The Smashing Pumpkins in 1995. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I almost didnt graduate high school for cutting class too often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I have been at my current place of employment for 10 years, i will probably retire from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I go to therapy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Sometimes when i drive and am singing along in the car i imagine that i am in the opening scene of a movie when they are introducing my character. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I think i look stupid when i eat soup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I make spreadsheets for fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. When i was 10, I went door to door with a can asking for money for the poor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. It was not for the poor and i got caught. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Mr. P is my first love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. My handwriting is never consistent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Ive been told I drive like i am in a rush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. I am deathly afraid of having a heart attack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. I have the strangest dreams ever, almost nightly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. I have no regrets in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. I hate speaking in front of people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. I check my home email obsessively, and sometimes think i am addicted to the internet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. I am still scared of getting Swine Flu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Ive been to the ER twice because i thought i was having a heart attack. (See #5 &amp;amp; 14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. I love aromatherapy candles and oils. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. I smoked my first cigarette when i was 13 and my first "funny" cigarette when i was 14. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. My mom caught me both times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Sometimes i think if i had my own reality show it would be a hit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. My favorite number is 5. And since 5 x 5 = 25. I will stop here because im OCD like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, i was bored. I literally just typed up the first 25 random thoughts in my head. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-7692251347791411924?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/7692251347791411924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/25-things.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/7692251347791411924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/7692251347791411924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/25-things.html' title='25 things..'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-6086912221443772645</id><published>2009-05-26T20:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:02:13.862-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><title type='text'>lovely day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a sneak peak at our professional pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its brings me right back to that day. The weather was gorgeous, like i wished for!!&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/ShyPi81CdAI/AAAAAAAAAiM/MKTeIz4GzEU/s1600-h/IMG_0102jen_%26_Sam_email.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/ShyPi81CdAI/AAAAAAAAAiM/MKTeIz4GzEU/s320/IMG_0102jen_%26_Sam_email.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340301088761476098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im making progress in getting our life back to normal. I talked to a few friends and even went food shopping. Oh and i changed my name on a few credit cards and added Mr. P to my insurance. Now he has my permission to go skate boarding again. I really didnt want him to have a broken leg for the wedding, or a $5000.00 medical bill to start off our marriage so i asked him nicely to please not skate for a month leading up to the wedding since he had no medical benefits. He complied. But the month is over and he will start skating again tomorrow he informed me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's so cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways im off to shower and catch up with a few more friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a lovely night. Im going to cuddle with my HUSBAND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So freakin weird. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-6086912221443772645?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/6086912221443772645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/lovely-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6086912221443772645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6086912221443772645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/lovely-day.html' title='lovely day.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/ShyPi81CdAI/AAAAAAAAAiM/MKTeIz4GzEU/s72-c/IMG_0102jen_%26_Sam_email.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-8116928925353294652</id><published>2009-05-25T21:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:02:30.544-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>catching up is hard to do..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We are back, married and well rested after an amazing honeymoon. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im just not in the mood to blog. I havent even gotten around to calling anyone other then my parents and mother in law.  Im just pooped. I am trying to adjust to normal life. There is a ton of cleaning, laundry, food shopping, check cashing, and unpacking to do. Once i feel like i am myself again i will post some pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our wedding was amazing. We enjoyed every single second of it. Our honeymoon was wonderful as well. We are so blessed. I am so thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ill be back. Give me a day or two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-8116928925353294652?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/8116928925353294652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/catching-up-is-hard-to-do.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/8116928925353294652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/8116928925353294652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/catching-up-is-hard-to-do.html' title='catching up is hard to do..'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-4536714570494401531</id><published>2009-05-16T16:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:08:00.762-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>May 15, 2009...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;was the..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BEST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NIGHT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The P's are off to St. Lucia. I will leave you with a picture. Its not the greatest, but it is the only picture i have been sent so far. &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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sg9i2mPZ5jI/AAAAAAAAAiE/W_lajDv9DuY/s1600-h/get-attachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sg9i2mPZ5jI/AAAAAAAAAiE/W_lajDv9DuY/s320/get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336592773574944306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;So long for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-4536714570494401531?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/4536714570494401531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-15-2009.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/4536714570494401531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/4536714570494401531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-15-2009.html' title='May 15, 2009...'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sg9i2mPZ5jI/AAAAAAAAAiE/W_lajDv9DuY/s72-c/get-attachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-6740803652118572889</id><published>2009-05-14T09:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:31:20.978-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>5/14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well this is my official last day as a "single" woman post. Tomorrow i will be Mrs. P. I have a long day ahead of me and must get this show on the road but needed to write my last post for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was up at 4:30 am for a little while. I could not fall back to sleep for anything. My mind was racing with every thought possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if Sam doesnt like my dress?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if the weather doesnt clear up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if i trip over the cake table and it falls to the ground?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if i fall during the first dance?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if i dont fall back to sleep and i am only running on 4 hours of sleep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am i thinking all of this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will never fall back to sleep now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great, i am setting myself up for disaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think happy thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honeymoon...Ahh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But why does it have to rain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cant i just get a little sun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, Honeymoon thoughts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ZZzzzZZzzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That went on for at least an hour. Then i was up again at 7:30. Ive come to terms with the fact that i will  not be well rested for the wedding. I have a hard time falling asleep when i have something to look forward too. I remember being a kid and having my mom scratch my arms and back until i fell asleep before the first day of school EVERY year. Well until high school at least. I will catch up on my sleep on our wonderful honeymoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like i mentioned earlier, i am a little disappointed with the weather. It has changed at LEAST 5 times this past week. It is expected to rain all day today and clear up sometime tomorrow. By clear up, they mean not rain. I dont think there is a chance for sun. At least i will still be able to get our pictures taken on the beach but the sand is going to be gross! I dont want to sound like a whiner because i know there are so many worse things that could happen and i am thankful the only thing i am worrying about is the weather, but i cant lie - i want a beautiful day so badly. The reason i picked our venue is because it overlooks the ocean and we will be getting married on the porch and having our cocktail hour out there. I just hope it all goes according to plan. Ill take the clouds, but hope the rain is over and done with by afternoon. This past week has taught me a lesson - dont watch the weather. Whats the point? It changes every other day which leads me to believe that the weather is totally unpredictable. I am at the point where i dont think there should even be a career  for meteorologists. But what a sweet gig they got. Just make some stuff up then change it every other day to keep people on their toes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides my concern for the weather, i am totally excited. I know our wedding celebration is going to be absolutely wonderful and i am ecstatic to become Sam's wife. Even though we have ben together for such a long time, it is such a cool feeling to know we are taking this huge step in our relationship. It feels so natural..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am looking forward to our forever together. I have met the love of my life. My soul mate. My best friend. I am looking forward to every single day in our future.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will try and post real quick on Saturday but if i dont, know its because i didnt have time and was probably too busy packing because apparently i am saving that for last minute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time i write i will be Mrs. Patterson. I love the way that sounds...&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-6740803652118572889?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/6740803652118572889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/514.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6740803652118572889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6740803652118572889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/514.html' title='5/14'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-1234097193829218834</id><published>2009-05-13T10:50:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:12:48.676-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>5/13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ahhh what a good feeling it is to wake up and know you wont have to wake up for work until the end of the Month. Its crazy to me that i can say that our wedding is not tomorrow but the next day! The weather outlook has changed a bit but i think it will still be a decent day. It will rain tomorrow night into Friday morning and (fingers crossed) it will clear up in the afternoon. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we did dinner with my parents then headed back to their house for some last minute wedding details. Mr. P and Mr. D (my dad) completed the tulle bows we will use to decorate the porch we will get married on. I triple checked our seating chart and place cards. My dad and I set up the trays of sand we made for the place cards. Then we practiced our dance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt cry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it was because we didnt play the song in the background. But i told him i didnt want to ball my eyes out so we kind of just laughed about it. I feel better about it now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later today i am off to tan for the last time EVER. Then i will get waxed, take the rings to get cleaned, give my cousin her bridesmaid dress, eat pizza with my parents, then join Sam over at his cousin's house tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow i will write my final blog post before the wedding. Then get my nails done. Afterwards i will load up multiple cars and head to the venue with everything. We are meeting with our banquet manager for a quick rehearsal, then having a welcome dinner for out of town guests. I will TRY my best to get some sleep then wake up bright and early to get beautified for the most important day of our life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still feel great and totally excited! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures from last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad working his bow making skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SgrhpC6dSxI/AAAAAAAAAhc/RBc6ZE__UbU/s1600-h/IMG_2038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SgrhpC6dSxI/AAAAAAAAAhc/RBc6ZE__UbU/s320/IMG_2038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335324803846720274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam used to work at a florist - he is a pro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sgrho20kthI/AAAAAAAAAhU/yhhBUA-eEnI/s1600-h/IMG_2040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sgrho20kthI/AAAAAAAAAhU/yhhBUA-eEnI/s320/IMG_2040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335324800600815122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lovable dorks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SgrhpZg4YeI/AAAAAAAAAhk/hpcXIdPtOfE/s1600-h/IMG_2048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SgrhpZg4YeI/AAAAAAAAAhk/hpcXIdPtOfE/s320/IMG_2048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335324809913459170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom sewing her corset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sgrhphi3HBI/AAAAAAAAAhs/-eXn_5QMZnc/s1600-h/IMG_2043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sgrhphi3HBI/AAAAAAAAAhs/-eXn_5QMZnc/s320/IMG_2043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335324812069248018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&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;Bunnie being cute with her bow that Sam made her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SgrhpvQWJzI/AAAAAAAAAh0/J6abuTnZX0E/s1600-h/IMG_2053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SgrhpvQWJzI/AAAAAAAAAh0/J6abuTnZX0E/s320/IMG_2053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335324815749687090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A quick set-up of the place card holder. There will be two of these on a decorated table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SgriIfuXZkI/AAAAAAAAAh8/liNbcDBV5oI/s1600-h/IMG_2054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SgriIfuXZkI/AAAAAAAAAh8/liNbcDBV5oI/s320/IMG_2054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335325344156575298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;And there you have it. That was our night, 3 days prior to the wedding. It is time for me to get a move on it today. Have a great day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-1234097193829218834?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/1234097193829218834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/513.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/1234097193829218834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/1234097193829218834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/513.html' title='5/13'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SgrhpC6dSxI/AAAAAAAAAhc/RBc6ZE__UbU/s72-c/IMG_2038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-4192174506681808817</id><published>2009-05-11T20:31:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:44:06.331-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>5/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 days before the wedding and i finally picked a cake cutting song. I have always loved this song and wanted to fit it into our wedding somehow and wasnt sure where. Then driving to work today it hit me - It can be played while we cut the cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PGQAfolOJUI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PGQAfolOJUI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my last day at work until the end of May. I am having a hard time containing my excitement. I am seriously having a hard time not being totally freaking EXCITED. I am so happy and so ready for this. I soooooo want all of my friends &amp;amp; family to have a great time and i cant wait to share it with them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my Mr. P and i can not wait to be Mrs. P. It is a dream come true to marry your best friend. I will do that in FOUR DAYS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOLY SHIT four days! FOUR DAYS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-4192174506681808817?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/4192174506681808817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/4-days-before-wedding-and-i-finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/4192174506681808817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/4192174506681808817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/4-days-before-wedding-and-i-finally.html' title='5/11'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-5979980888255672900</id><published>2009-05-09T19:01:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:16:14.784-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>5/9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So much for posting every day leading up to the wedding. I messed that up a day after i said i would start that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night our good friends &lt;a href="http://yarncravings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dana&lt;/a&gt; and Will came over. Dana is the greatest knitter of all time. Seriously, i cant believe how awesome her creations are. Well she topped herself with this one - she made me a wedding day shawl. It is just gorgeous. I stare at it and wonder how the heck she did it!? The one time she taught me how to knit i started off making a scarf, but got frustrated and only completed a pot holder. This is such a wonderful gift. I feel like it is an instant heirloom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So awesome. She rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thats Dana. I stole this pictures off of her blog. (sorry, im lazy!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SgYMSUBm5UI/AAAAAAAAAg8/w7iYWZYCCFQ/s1600-h/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SgYMSUBm5UI/AAAAAAAAAg8/w7iYWZYCCFQ/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333964317419562306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 163px; " /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out the detail. Isnt she amazing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SgYMSix4JII/AAAAAAAAAhM/8BaILAu7k9Q/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SgYMSix4JII/AAAAAAAAAhM/8BaILAu7k9Q/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333964321380115586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So delicate, so pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SgYMSsrTL9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/XO4990mTGMQ/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SgYMSsrTL9I/AAAAAAAAAhE/XO4990mTGMQ/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333964324036882386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it. Thank you so much Dana!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we are headed out to my favorite lebanese restaurant for a joint birthday party for two friends. Actually i only know of one Lebanese restaurant and this is it. But im sure if i knew of others, &lt;a href="http://www.evelynsrestaurant.com/"&gt;Evelyns&lt;/a&gt; would still be my all time fav. SO GOOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone has a lovely Saturday night. It finally stopped raining here so i couldnt he happier to be eating outside at Evelyns tonight. Today i woke up at 7 am to check the 5 day outlook (im a psycho) and was pleasantly surprised when i saw this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it can change but this weather out be ideal. I hope it remains the same!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div class="tdWrap" style="width: 443px; height: 118px; background-image: url(http://i.imwx.com/web/common/backgrounds/tenday_bkgd.jpg); background-repeat: repeat-x; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;div class="tdBox"&gt;&lt;div class="tdDate" style="width: 73px; float: left; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 45px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weather.com/outlook/recreation/outdoors/wxdetail/07762?dayNum=6" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Fri&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 15&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="wxClear" style="clear: left; font-size: 0px; height: 0px; width: 0px; line-height: 0; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tdForecastWrap" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; float: left; "&gt;&lt;div class="tdForecast" style="width: 101px; height: 95px; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-top-color: rgb(240, 235, 213); border-right-color: rgb(240, 235, 213); border-bottom-color: rgb(240, 235, 213); border-left-color: rgb(240, 235, 213); border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; text-align: center; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imwx.com/web/common/wxicons/45/30.gif?12122006" width="45" height="45" alt="Partly Cloudy" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partly Cloudy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="wxClear" style="clear: left; font-size: 0px; height: 0px; width: 0px; line-height: 0; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tdTemps" style="width: 68px; float: left; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-top: 41px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66°&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53°&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="wxClear" style="clear: left; font-size: 0px; height: 0px; width: 0px; line-height: 0; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tdPrecip" style="width: 47px; float: left; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 51px; margin-right: 3px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt;20%&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="wxClear" style="clear: left; font-size: 0px; height: 0px; width: 0px; line-height: 0; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tdBarChart" style="width: 151px; height: 118px; background-image: url(http://i.imwx.com/web/common/backgrounds/tenday_graphbkgd.jpg); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; float: left; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;div class="tdBarChartPad" style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tdBarChartTop"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, SansSerif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); height: 50px; vertical-align: bottom; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 3px; font-size: 11px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div id="tdBar0" class="tdBarGraph vbgB" style="width: 94px; background-color: rgb(236, 195, 69); background-image: none; height: 14px; float: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="tdBarChartMid" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 3px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 10px; float: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66°F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="wxClear" style="clear: left; font-size: 0px; height: 0px; width: 0px; line-height: 0; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="tdBarChartBot" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 3px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 3px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tdWrap" style="width: 443px; height: 118px; background-image: url(http://i.imwx.com/web/common/backgrounds/tenday_bkgd.jpg); background-repeat: repeat-x; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;div class="tdBox"&gt;&lt;div class="tdDate" style="width: 73px; float: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-5979980888255672900?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/5979980888255672900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-much-for-posting-every-day-leading.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5979980888255672900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5979980888255672900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-much-for-posting-every-day-leading.html' title='5/9'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SgYMSUBm5UI/AAAAAAAAAg8/w7iYWZYCCFQ/s72-c/DSC_0044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-4393104827523039927</id><published>2009-05-07T21:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:56:02.373-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>5/7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I decided i will try and post everyday leading up to the wedding. I think it will be fun to look back on my emotions after the wedding, after i have long gone forget about these funny pre-wedding emotions. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im feeling good. I am really not nervous. I start to feel a little overwhelmed when things dont go off as planned though. Tonight i met with my hairdresser (who is doing the wedding hair) and she told me we need to get started around 9 am. To me that is just crazy. Do we really need to start that freakin early? I guess we do. She is the professional and i need to trust her.  Now i have to tell the girls that they have to wake up at the ass crack of dawn to start the day. Not long ago i said something along the lines of "I want to try and sleep late and be laid back the day of". I guess that wont be the case. Luckily i only have four bridesmaids and two of them will be there that early because they are spending Thursday night there. But the two other girls (Hi Season! Hi Carrie!) will have to come a little earlier then expected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So besides that i feel good. Well besides the weather also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so besides the early hair appointments and the sucky weather, i feel good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It still doesnt feel real. Two years in the making and it is a week away? NO WAY! I just really hope i can keep my cool and enjoy the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so looking forward to the honeymoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of which, last night we picked up all of our travel necessities. &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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SgOPe8r3CcI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Mht6C48Ahv8/s1600-h/0507092144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SgOPe8r3CcI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Mht6C48Ahv8/s320/0507092144.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333264145585736130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;And i bought that sweet boom box. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIKE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As i look at that picture on my blog i realize there is something totally embarrassing mixed in with my travel stuff. Hopefully you cant find it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and look to the right. See that picture frame? The middle picture is me walking through a swinging door. For some reason i LOVE a swinging door. Whenever i see one i get so excited and run through it. Then run through it again. I love it so much Mr. P took a picture of me swinging through one, framed it and gave it to me for christmas.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight. &lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-4393104827523039927?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/4393104827523039927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/56-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/4393104827523039927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/4393104827523039927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/56-part-ii.html' title='5/7'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SgOPe8r3CcI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Mht6C48Ahv8/s72-c/0507092144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-5516970474798184544</id><published>2009-05-06T22:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:19:22.879-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>5/6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In a matter of 12 hours the 10 day outlook has changed. I need to stop obsessing. Everyone knows the weathermen are not to be trusted. Ill decide what i think the weather will be like when i wake up the morning of May 15th. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we brought ALL of our wedding stuff to my parents house. We will load up the car and head to the venue the night before. Its nice to have my closet space back. Im sure my mom is not loving her dining room acting as my storage unit though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were at my parents house I told my dad that we need to practice our slow dance. I got teary eyed just mentioning it. He said we could do it tonight but i told him we will wait till next week. I will wait till the last possible moment. I am going to be a hot mess.&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: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div class="tdWrap" style="width: 443px; height: 118px; background-image: url(http://i.imwx.com/web/common/backgrounds/tenday_bkgd.jpg); background-repeat: repeat-x; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;div class="tdBox"&gt;&lt;div class="tdDate" style="width: 73px; float: left; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 45px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weather.com/outlook/recreation/outdoors/wxdetail/07762?dayNum=9" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Fri&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 15&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="wxClear" style="clear: left; font-size: 0px; height: 0px; width: 0px; line-height: 0; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tdForecastWrap" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; float: left; "&gt;&lt;div class="tdForecast" style="width: 101px; height: 95px; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-top-color: rgb(240, 235, 213); border-right-color: rgb(240, 235, 213); border-bottom-color: rgb(240, 235, 213); border-left-color: rgb(240, 235, 213); border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; text-align: center; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imwx.com/web/common/wxicons/45/11.gif?12122006" width="45" height="45" alt="Showers" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="wxClear" style="clear: left; font-size: 0px; height: 0px; width: 0px; line-height: 0; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tdTemps" style="width: 68px; float: left; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-top: 41px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68°&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55°&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="wxClear" style="clear: left; font-size: 0px; height: 0px; width: 0px; line-height: 0; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tdPrecip" style="width: 47px; float: left; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 51px; margin-right: 3px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt;60%&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="wxClear" style="clear: left; font-size: 0px; height: 0px; width: 0px; line-height: 0; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tdBarChart" style="width: 151px; height: 118px; background-image: url(http://i.imwx.com/web/common/backgrounds/tenday_graphbkgd.jpg); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; float: left; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;div class="tdBarChartPad" style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tdBarChartTop"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, SansSerif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); height: 50px; vertical-align: bottom; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 3px; font-size: 11px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div id="tdBar0" class="tdBarGraph vbgB" style="width: 92px; background-color: rgb(236, 195, 69); background-image: none; height: 14px; float: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="tdBarChartMid" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 3px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 10px; float: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68°F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="wxClear" style="clear: left; font-size: 0px; height: 0px; width: 0px; line-height: 0; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="tdBarChartBot" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 3px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 3px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="tdUpdated" class="vbgA" style="background-color: rgb(186, 208, 164); "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suck it weather.com.&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-5516970474798184544?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/5516970474798184544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/56.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5516970474798184544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5516970474798184544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/56.html' title='5/6'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-6809051357974979726</id><published>2009-05-06T07:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:13:11.713-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>10 days away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The wedding is 10 days away. Do you know what that means? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can start obsessing over the 10 day outlook. I know it can change, and most likely will. But its still pretty cool to see the day i have been waiting for the last 2 years in the 10 day outlook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div class="tdWrap" style="width: 443px; height: 118px; background-image: url(http://i.imwx.com/web/common/backgrounds/tenday_bkgd.jpg); background-repeat: repeat-x; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;div class="tdBox"&gt;&lt;div class="tdDate" style="width: 73px; float: left; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 45px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weather.com/outlook/recreation/outdoors/wxdetail/07762?dayNum=9" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); 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background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imwx.com/web/common/wxicons/45/30.gif?12122006" width="45" height="45" alt="Partly Cloudy" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partly Cloudy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="wxClear" style="clear: left; font-size: 0px; height: 0px; width: 0px; line-height: 0; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tdTemps" style="width: 68px; float: left; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin-top: 41px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69°&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56°&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="wxClear" style="clear: left; font-size: 0px; height: 0px; width: 0px; line-height: 0; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tdPrecip" style="width: 47px; float: left; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 51px; margin-right: 3px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt;20%&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="wxClear" style="clear: left; font-size: 0px; height: 0px; width: 0px; line-height: 0; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tdBarChart" style="width: 151px; height: 118px; background-image: url(http://i.imwx.com/web/common/backgrounds/tenday_graphbkgd.jpg); background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; float: left; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;div class="tdBarChartPad" style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tdBarChartTop"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, SansSerif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); height: 50px; vertical-align: bottom; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 3px; font-size: 11px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div id="tdBar0" class="tdBarGraph vbgB" style="width: 92px; background-color: rgb(236, 195, 69); background-image: none; height: 14px; float: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="tdBarChartMid" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 3px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 10px; float: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69°F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far so good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-6809051357974979726?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/6809051357974979726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/10.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6809051357974979726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6809051357974979726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/10.html' title='10 days away.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-5131674546732759181</id><published>2009-05-04T19:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:00:14.183-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>not PG-13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello there. I have fully recovered from Saturday and can now blog. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, no one contracted Swine Flu from the club, but i did catch quite the buzz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to an 80's club that played really awesome music in the beginning of the night but it slowly transformed into cheesy early 90's dance music. Figures, right? I mean we are in Jersey. God forbid they didnt try to please the guido's. Anyhow, i drank a lot, mingled a lot, then was pleasantly surprised when they started playing good music again. I took full advantage of the good music and danced on the speakers at the club. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually i dont think it was a speaker, it was a large box of sorts. Anyways..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i danced till our cab came to pick us up. Then we went to the hotel bar which was swimming with weirdos. I think i met a pimp and his ho. If i remember correctly i hit the "pimp" with my inflatable penis. Yes, there was lots of penis memorabilia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few of my friends went back up to the room so that Smitty, Laura and I could cause drunken trouble. I wont get into details because i think it may involve a tiny bit of vandalism. Oh man, i am laughing thinking about us. It was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know a great group of girls. We are serious when we want to be, but definitely know how to have fun. As i get older, its rare that i have these wild drunken nights anymore - but I think my own bachelorette party was the perfect excuse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont have many pictures because i didnt take many. But i will share a few that i managed to take. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like my new nose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sf9_0VxGdkI/AAAAAAAAAgM/aiBTGDBAq_E/s1600-h/IMG_2016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sf9_0VxGdkI/AAAAAAAAAgM/aiBTGDBAq_E/s320/IMG_2016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332121021002970690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&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;I love OCK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sf9_1Cy1ehI/AAAAAAAAAgc/-tksj5o6nNo/s1600-h/IMG_2020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sf9_1Cy1ehI/AAAAAAAAAgc/-tksj5o6nNo/s320/IMG_2020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332121033089841682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&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;Girls night crew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sf9_0zi1h_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/j1zJE5UGXzg/s1600-h/IMG_2022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sf9_0zi1h_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/j1zJE5UGXzg/s320/IMG_2022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332121028996204530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&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;Late night trouble with Laura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sf9_1YYksHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/i-b1YjiYt78/s1600-h/IMG_2028.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sf9_1YYksHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/i-b1YjiYt78/s320/IMG_2028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332121038885269618" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&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;Smitty mid-split &amp;amp; me mid-cartwheel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sf9_13FiUcI/AAAAAAAAAgs/vuD0_yvKll4/s1600-h/IMG_2029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sf9_13FiUcI/AAAAAAAAAgs/vuD0_yvKll4/s320/IMG_2029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332121047126921666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;Good times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-5131674546732759181?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/5131674546732759181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-pg-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5131674546732759181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5131674546732759181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-pg-13.html' title='not PG-13'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sf9_0VxGdkI/AAAAAAAAAgM/aiBTGDBAq_E/s72-c/IMG_2016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-8130589872337678701</id><published>2009-05-02T15:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T15:12:21.849-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>you must be more tolerant of your neighbors.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am multi tasking right now. As i blog i am also trying to be the loudest neighbor i can be. I really hate doing this but i have to. My neighbor blasts her music every. single. day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so sick of it. I am not moving out of here and we tried being nice at least 4958309 times. We get no respect in return so i am lowering myself to her level. I really hate doing that but i have to. I cant hear my music over hers so i have to make mine the loudest i possibly can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went out today to get the mail and saw a package in front of her door. I SO badly want to take that package and step on it, throw it against the wall, then douse it in gasoline, then throw a match to it but i dont want to get arrested. So instead i make the apartment vibrate with bass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Daft Punk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, i am off to an early dinner to start my night. The last night i go out with the girls as a single. Actually, i havent been single in 9 years! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kissing the single days away!&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SfyapKzFjYI/AAAAAAAAAgE/0Ypq0kCwn4Q/s1600-h/Photo+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SfyapKzFjYI/AAAAAAAAAgE/0Ypq0kCwn4Q/s320/Photo+146.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331306090963766658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;I cant wait to kiss my Mr. P when he gets back from his camping trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-8130589872337678701?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/8130589872337678701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-must-be-more-tolerant-of-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/8130589872337678701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/8130589872337678701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-must-be-more-tolerant-of-your.html' title='you must be more tolerant of your neighbors.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SfyapKzFjYI/AAAAAAAAAgE/0Ypq0kCwn4Q/s72-c/Photo+146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-9089258693941864776</id><published>2009-05-02T12:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:18:41.570-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>The Breakfast Club.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ive calmed down a bit. I am no longer afraid of getting Swine Flu. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After realizing i was stressing myself out, i thought about how i need to change my attitude and what i should do to accomplish that. I decided i will no longer research Swine Flu, i will not read the newspaper or watch the news, and i will not discuss it. I also put in for a vacation day for Friday and called the spa and made an appointment for a scalp massage, swedish massage, aromatherapy, and a manicure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday i enjoyed myself, stopped worrying and got down to business. As Sam prepared for his camping trip/bachelor party, i enjoyed my massages and manicure. I also did a little shopping and completed 30 welcome baskets for our hotels guests. I also made the final changes to my bachelorette party which is happening TONIGHT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on i am going to dinner at my favorite Mexican restaurant with my bridesmaids, my mom, my aunt, and Mr. P's mom. After dinner we are heading to a nearby Hilton to enjoy a drink or two while we wait for our transportation. Said transportation will take us to an 80's club. I used to go here all the time when i first turned 21. I have always had fun here although it is a bit corny. I know i have a great group of girls who love to have fun and party so i know no matter how cheesy the place is - we will make it fun! We will get picked up at the end of the night and taken back to the hotel. I love knowing that nobody has to worry about driving. Ever since my friends and I turned 21 we always had rides to take us to and from bars. We use a local cab company that provide vans and shuttles that hold up to 15 people. Most of the time they are used to take people to the airport but we split the cost and use it to take us to bars. It works out to be about $15 a person, which is nothing! The best part is no one has to worry about driving at the end of the night. Its so worth it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that is my plan for the day. For now i am enjoying having a bed to hog and total control of the tv since Mr. P isnt around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant wait to go out tonight! Ill be sure to post pictures tomorrow (or Monday, depending on how im feeling)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Saturday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-9089258693941864776?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/9089258693941864776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/breakfast-club.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/9089258693941864776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/9089258693941864776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/05/breakfast-club.html' title='The Breakfast Club.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-1037067126986134368</id><published>2009-04-29T21:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:27:16.659-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>i hate the news.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im still undecided.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am i irrational?&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sfj-EqU7vYI/AAAAAAAAAf8/6twARe3K71I/s1600-h/large_swine+baby+mexico.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sfj-EqU7vYI/AAAAAAAAAf8/6twARe3K71I/s320/large_swine+baby+mexico.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330289515028004226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few of my friends share my same concerns and dont feel comfortable heading into the city this weekend due to the outbreak of the Swine Flu. Seriously, i hate even typing those words. I dont want anyone to feel uncomfortable so i am canceling our original plans. Instead we are staying right here in the sweet state of New Jersey for my bachelorette party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just sucks that after 2 years of planning i am down to the final 2 weeks and can not be happy. Everybody is freaking out because of this flu and our wedding always gets brought up when the flu is mentioned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope that this is the climax of the news and in the next few days/weeks the Swine Flu MANIA dissipates. But to calm me down i am no longer watching the news or discussing it with anyone. I cant postpone the wedding so i will have to just seclude myself from the media and get through each day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hate to seem like a big whiner. I am so thankful that i DONT have this freakin flu and that no one i knows has it, but i cant stop worrying. I just want everything to go according to plan. I wont be mad if the cake falls over, or if it rains, but i will be so saddened if myself, Sam, or the people i love are affected by this. I just want everyone to be able to celebrate with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe i am just stressing out because we are down to the wire? Maybe if it wasnt the flu it would be something else? I dont know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i do know that i cant stop crying today.  Im a loser. I cried at work. I hope no one noticed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was just one of those days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-1037067126986134368?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/1037067126986134368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-news.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/1037067126986134368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/1037067126986134368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-news.html' title='i hate the news.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sfj-EqU7vYI/AAAAAAAAAf8/6twARe3K71I/s72-c/large_swine+baby+mexico.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-7311143816964661025</id><published>2009-04-28T22:01:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:46:32.269-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Swine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Im deathly afraid i will get Swine Flu for the wedding. I am nervous that people i love will get it and wont be able to come to the wedding. I am frightened that our family from Florida and San Diego will bring the Swine Flu to New Jersey.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I handle money at work. Its so dirty. Sometimes it has sweat, blood, and other substances on it. I always used antibacterial gel like it was going out of style. Now i have a new best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sfe2Ch4V8jI/AAAAAAAAAf0/-zchA09315E/s1600-h/lysol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sfe2Ch4V8jI/AAAAAAAAAf0/-zchA09315E/s320/lysol.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329928838586954290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&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;I know i can be the queen of irrational fears. For 2 years i thought i was going to have a heart attack. Then there was my throat cancer scare. I am constantly afraid of poking my eyeball out. But am i being irrational about this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems to be a real threat. But then again, i saw the coverage on the news and they have a habit of instilling fear in the public. Nothing like the picture on the front page of the newspaper showing commuters in Penn Station wearing face masks to ease my mind. Awesome - Ill be in Penn Station on Saturday arriving in the city for my Bachelorette Party!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(note my sarcasm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe im just freaking out because of the wedding?!  I wish i could live in a bubble for the next 2.5 weeks. &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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-7311143816964661025?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/7311143816964661025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/swine.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/7311143816964661025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/7311143816964661025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/swine.html' title='Swine.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sfe2Ch4V8jI/AAAAAAAAAf0/-zchA09315E/s72-c/lysol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-7996631914065917265</id><published>2009-04-27T22:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:28:31.519-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Great success.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today i took 4 hours vacation from work. It was well worth it. Besides being able to enjoy the BEAUTIFUL weather, we accomplished a lot. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First we applied for our marriage license. We had to answer a few questions like where we live, our birth dates, where we were born and IF WE ARE RELATED. Then we were asked if we were mentally competent to answer said questions. Brian was our witness. Thankfully he agreed we were mentally competent and did not oppose our union so we were able to apply with no problems and will be picked up the certificate on Monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we headed to the florist to talk flowers. Our flowers are going to be so pretty. I absolutely love flowers and always pay attention to them when i am a guest at weddings so im excited to create absolutely gorgeous center pieces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, we went to the DJ to finalize our music selections. Our DJ seemed to be totally on board with our musical taste. I made quite a few lists of songs for him to play. Basically it is going to be an 80's dance party and i only want him to play the music we chose. I  was a bit concerned about picking all of the music. I was scared he would think i was a bridezilla but he actually said it makes his life much easier when the couple picks their own music. He said we picked all great songs and he thinks all of them will make people dance. I cant wait to dance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was our day. Sorry for the boring blog post but with 2.5 weeks to go i am in total wedding mode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant believe it is 2.5 weeks away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-7996631914065917265?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/7996631914065917265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-success.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/7996631914065917265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/7996631914065917265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-success.html' title='Great success.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-5142229331354302801</id><published>2009-04-25T16:23:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T15:09:55.625-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>ive got a problem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know how i am going to make it through the father/daughter dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is something my father has been talking to me about since i am a little girl. Back then we would dance together at weddings or parties, my feet on top of his, and he would tell me he cant wait to dance with me at my own wedding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Mr. P and I got engaged i told my father to find a song for us to dance to. I didnt want to give him any input because i wanted him to find something that had special meaning to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well he found a song alright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A real tear jerker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, my dad is awesome. As an only child i grew up with parents who i have always considered best friends. Well maybe not my teenage years when i was too embarrassed to go ANYWHERE with them but that only lasted a few short years. Anyhow, as i get older my bond with my father becomes stronger and stronger. I am definitely my father's daughter - we are practically the same person based on our personalities. &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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SfN8i43xiSI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Im430HgygoM/s1600-h/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SfN8i43xiSI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Im430HgygoM/s320/dad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328739722933143842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant even put it into words. I am trying. I am trying my best to explain to you how much my father means to me. It is impossible. Seriously, i keep typing then deleting because nothing i write even comes close to what my heart wants to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time i hear the song he picked for our dance i cry. Not sure why. They arent sad tears, i guess if it was such a thing they would be "thankful" tears. I am thankful that he is my father and i am thankful for the relationship that we have. When i listen to this song my mind floods with memories of when i was a child. I think back to us flying kites, collecting seashells, riding roller coasters, him teaching me how to drive, and all the fun things we did when i was a kid. I think of him being a shoulder for me to cry on when Mr. P and i broke up and how happy he was for me when we got back together. I think of him driving many miles to take me to concerts. I think of him being a rock for me when we had some family issues going on. I think of us dancing together with my feet on his. I think of how happy/sad he will be to give his little girl away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides saying my vows, the father/daughter dance is the most nerve wracking part of the wedding. I have already come to terms with the fact that after our dance my mascara will be running down my face and my fake lashes will probably be stuck to my dad's tux. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is. To you its just another song. To me it means so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO MUCH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aqR24ODVlcE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aqR24ODVlcE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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;At least i wont be the only one crying. My father is emotional just like me. He told me every time it comes on his ipod when he is jogging around the park he starts crying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How heart breaking is that? This is going to be tough..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-5142229331354302801?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/5142229331354302801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-got-problem.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5142229331354302801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5142229331354302801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-got-problem.html' title='ive got a problem.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SfN8i43xiSI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Im430HgygoM/s72-c/dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-9052592323271665222</id><published>2009-04-25T07:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T08:03:40.863-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>yawn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wish i could sleep in these days but it is impossible. I wake up at 7 am every day and the weekends are no exception. When i have something on my mind, whether it be good or bad, i cant sleep well. Considering i am always thinking about something, i find myself not being able to sleep till 11 am like i used to. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can almost guarantee that i will sleep a total of zero hours the night before the wedding. I really would love to be well rested but i doubt i will stop thinking long enough to let my brain drift off into dream land. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since i am up now, i can start thinking about what i want to do today. Its going to be 80 and sunny. I think i want to take a walk on the beach today. Its one of those days that i want to put my feet in sand, which will be the first of many times this year. Goodbye &lt;a href="http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/winter-boots-leggings.html"&gt;winter boots&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im going to sneak back into bed to cuddle with Mr. P :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a lovely day!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-9052592323271665222?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/9052592323271665222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/yawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/9052592323271665222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/9052592323271665222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/yawn.html' title='yawn.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-1863554588126503172</id><published>2009-04-22T19:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:02:13.996-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>wedding tidbit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Right after our officiant announces us husband &amp;amp; wife, our string trio will play "Friday im in Love" by The Cure. It will also be the last song played at the reception. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if your at the wedding - listen for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BFnIP2NT5Yc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BFnIP2NT5Yc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the 2 years of planning i can not tell you how many times i played this song in my car and got teary eyed. It happens at least twice a week. If i could choose one song to represent our wedding it would be this song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we are getting married on a Friday. &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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-1863554588126503172?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/1863554588126503172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/wedding-tidbit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/1863554588126503172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/1863554588126503172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/wedding-tidbit.html' title='wedding tidbit.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-2354582379173071683</id><published>2009-04-22T17:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:01:36.210-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr p'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Completed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The favors. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Mr. P for finishing them while i was at work. He is a natural at tying bows. &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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Se-LsS9lJNI/AAAAAAAAAfk/KKmbFwdH-MY/s1600-h/IMG_2012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Se-LsS9lJNI/AAAAAAAAAfk/KKmbFwdH-MY/s320/IMG_2012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327630477323216082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;They are adorable. Who wouldnt like candy in a box with a picture of US as the tag?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats what i thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-2354582379173071683?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/2354582379173071683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/completed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/2354582379173071683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/2354582379173071683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/completed.html' title='Completed.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Se-LsS9lJNI/AAAAAAAAAfk/KKmbFwdH-MY/s72-c/IMG_2012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-279685039305446306</id><published>2009-04-21T20:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:57:30.438-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I hate to admit this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But...i go tanning. Yep, thats right - i fake and bake. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do you ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because i dont want my skin tone to match my wedding dress. I know it is absolutely horrible for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually feel guilty every time i go. I wear sun block on my face everyday and when i go to the beach i slather it on.  I am definitely not a tanning type of girl but i did join for 2 months to get a little color for the wedding and a base coat for the honeymoon so i dont burn. Well today i thought my greatest fear was coming true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep in mind the stand up booths look like upright coffins covered in fluorescent lights. You walk in, close the door behind you and stand there for 8 minutes. Today the music blaring through the speakers was actually good and i guess i found myself moving and grooving to the music. Because when i decided to get out of the booth at 5 minutes i pushed on the door to let me out and it didnt budge. So this time i pushed harder...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was stuck. I pushed again. STUCK. My heart rate went up and i started breathing heavy. I convinced myself that this booth would never turn off and i would die a slow, naked, burning death inside that coffin-like booth. I believed it was bad karma for intentionally doing this to my skin. I took a second to think things over, and after what felt like FOREVER,  i turned to my right i realized i was pushing on the wrong section of the booth. To my right i saw a little sign that said EXIT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was glad to not be stuck but felt incredibly stupid. I think it is time to retire my tanning goggles. I guess it does more then fry your skin - it seems to have gotten to my brain. &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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Se5rLepKB8I/AAAAAAAAAfc/P_AWMyCPDI8/s1600-h/DarkerBronzeBoothOpen.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Se5rLepKB8I/AAAAAAAAAfc/P_AWMyCPDI8/s320/DarkerBronzeBoothOpen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327313254174296002" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may be scarred for life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe thats a good thing. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-279685039305446306?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/279685039305446306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-to-admit-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/279685039305446306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/279685039305446306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-to-admit-this.html' title='I hate to admit this.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Se5rLepKB8I/AAAAAAAAAfc/P_AWMyCPDI8/s72-c/DarkerBronzeBoothOpen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-4938704475590220208</id><published>2009-04-19T21:25:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:17:04.365-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>i love a list</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello there, my lovely little blog who i have neglected all weekend. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so busy this weekend.  The one thing i didnt do was go on the computer. But i did manage to accomplish many things this weekend. They are as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- went to a Stanley Cup playoff game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- watch the Devils lose the above game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- went to see a cover band at a local bar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- have someone tell me i look like a supermodel at above bar (hello beer goggles!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- got three paper cuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- spent the day with my future mother in law&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- got teary eyed at the table of a restaurant with my future mother in law as we talked about how excited we are for the wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- spent that evening with my future sister in law and Mr. P tying bows on favors until our fingers felt like they were falling off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- watched The Soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- laughed at CHICKEN TETRAZINI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- got cold stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- picked up wedding jewelry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- bought extra padding for my bra for the big day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- took my little cousin to the mall for her 14th birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- ate dinner with my parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- laundry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- wrote an email to a wedding guest explaining why i didnt invite her daughter to the wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- checked my email for a response - still nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- prepared the hurricane lamps for the bar at the wedding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- ate a piece of apple pie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..and that brings me to this very second. Told you i was busy! I literally didnt have a second to sit back and relax. As i check my calendar, i realize the next few weeks will be like this. I feel like i wont get overwhelmed if i handle one thing at a time. This week i have a few things to do but i will be looking forward to having next Monday off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is now time to watch tv with my honey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS - Yes: 114         No: 22&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-4938704475590220208?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/4938704475590220208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/4938704475590220208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/4938704475590220208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-list.html' title='i love a list'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-3623317911027066888</id><published>2009-04-16T22:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:25:40.160-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>In case your wondering..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes: 105&lt;div&gt;No: 18 (mainly children of family members)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beef: 37&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicken: 46&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salmon: 22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are still waiting on 25 responses and the rsvp date is for TOMORROW. I guess we are calling people on Monday. Not to point fingers but the people that haven't responded are mainly Mr. P's guy friends including the best man and one groomsman I guess they assume we know they are coming. But we still need to see the rsvp card to find out what they are eating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C'mon boys!! Put a lil pep in your step!&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-3623317911027066888?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/3623317911027066888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-case-your-wondering.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/3623317911027066888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/3623317911027066888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-case-your-wondering.html' title='In case your wondering..'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-6783981648452308927</id><published>2009-04-15T18:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:11:13.265-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Winter boots &amp; leggings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love you both so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i wish more then anything that i could retire the two of you. I wish that i wouldnt wake up to 40 degree weather in April. I wish i could trade in my boots and leggings for bare legs and flip flops.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish it would finally feel like Spring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SeZaQMgvJKI/AAAAAAAAAfU/j5rIHglIeEA/s1600-h/Photo+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SeZaQMgvJKI/AAAAAAAAAfU/j5rIHglIeEA/s320/Photo+141.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325042843695129762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go away winter. &lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-6783981648452308927?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/6783981648452308927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/winter-boots-leggings.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6783981648452308927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6783981648452308927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/winter-boots-leggings.html' title='Winter boots &amp;amp; leggings.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SeZaQMgvJKI/AAAAAAAAAfU/j5rIHglIeEA/s72-c/Photo+141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-5796378299341161830</id><published>2009-04-14T18:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:28:39.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>holy macaroni!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just checked theknot.com and it hit me. We are getting married in one month. ONE! MONTH!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thirty one days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seven hundred and forty four hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forty four thousand, six hundred and forty minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not figuring out the seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today the videographer sent us our photo slideshow that will play at the wedding. As soon as the first picture popped up and the first note of the song played, Sam and I looked at each other with tears in our eyes. I know, i know - we are corn balls. But it gets us every time, we love slideshows! We have so many great pictures! I cant wait for our guests to look at pictures of us (and them) on a 10 foot screen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other wedding news, the only major things we have to do is meet with our florist, attend our bachelor/bachelorette parties, finish my fittings, meet with the DJ, and pick up our marriage license. Other then that we are just waiting for the day to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am trying to enjoy this last month of planning. I loved every second of planning for the past 23 months and will be sad to see the planning process end, but i will be delighted to be Mrs. P.  I am so happy i had so much time to plan, because i get to relax during these last few weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An yesterday i ordered checks with my new name! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats all i wanted to share with you today. We must now go food shopping. I cant wait to use my new pots and pans this week!&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-5796378299341161830?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/5796378299341161830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/holy-macaroni.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5796378299341161830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5796378299341161830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/holy-macaroni.html' title='holy macaroni!'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-5924347250147898989</id><published>2009-04-13T21:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:24:15.824-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>chicks, man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i hosted a play date although i have no baby of my own. Its not all the time that i get to spend quality time with my friends. Some of my friends i only get to see out at loud bars or at a friends house with a million other people. It makes it really hard to have one on one conversations in that type of setting. I actually hate loud bars, and dont particularly like hanging out at "parties" - i just do it to keep in contact with everyone. These days i am busy planning a wedding, spending time with Mr. P, laundry, cooking and all the other grown up stuff that i do that i often let too much time go by in between having some good quality time with my friends. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I arranged to have the girls (and their baby girls) over tonight for some pizza. It was a true girl's night expect for Mr. P hanging out. He cant resist playing with the babies, so we let him hang out too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy some pictures. &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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SePkzgW7oYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/IrjyNPd6RMI/s1600-h/IMG_1996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SePkzgW7oYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/IrjyNPd6RMI/s320/IMG_1996.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324350757992636802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SePkzR2cCPI/AAAAAAAAAfE/WhQSPs1lLgM/s1600-h/IMG_1999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SePkzR2cCPI/AAAAAAAAAfE/WhQSPs1lLgM/s320/IMG_1999.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324350754098252018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SePkzBzB6LI/AAAAAAAAAe8/OlpzowVyCdU/s1600-h/IMG_1997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SePkzBzB6LI/AAAAAAAAAe8/OlpzowVyCdU/s320/IMG_1997.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324350749788989618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SePky5UnmvI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ibrtfz7E-AQ/s1600-h/IMG_1995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SePky5UnmvI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ibrtfz7E-AQ/s320/IMG_1995.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324350747513953010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;Oh my goodness. How cute are they?! Seriously, they melt my heart. I cant believe how big the girls are getting. Time flies and i have to stop letting too much of that time go by in between girls nights. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-5924347250147898989?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/5924347250147898989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/chicks-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5924347250147898989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5924347250147898989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/chicks-man.html' title='chicks, man.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SePkzgW7oYI/AAAAAAAAAfM/IrjyNPd6RMI/s72-c/IMG_1996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-7613881938817444765</id><published>2009-04-12T12:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:42:36.701-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>i heart peeps.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a long morning of spring cleaning, Mr. P and I are heading out to my parents house for an Easter feast.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to leave you with a cutesy easter picture but stumbled upon this gem. &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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SeI1Ak4hjgI/AAAAAAAAAes/valaMDWV1Nc/s1600-h/20040412-2_easter4-bunney-802v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SeI1Ak4hjgI/AAAAAAAAAes/valaMDWV1Nc/s320/20040412-2_easter4-bunney-802v.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323875993522376194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dc.about.com/od/photosofspecialevent1/ss/EggRollPhotos_5.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scary. I dont get some people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, enjoy your Easter. If you dont celebrate Easter, then enjoy your Sunday!&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-7613881938817444765?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/7613881938817444765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-heart-peeps.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/7613881938817444765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/7613881938817444765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-heart-peeps.html' title='i heart peeps.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SeI1Ak4hjgI/AAAAAAAAAes/valaMDWV1Nc/s72-c/20040412-2_easter4-bunney-802v.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-2904953030664868757</id><published>2009-04-11T09:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T09:56:48.659-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>saturday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mr. P and i want to have a very personal ceremony. I didnt want the run of the mill ceremony that leaves our guests bored and counting down the minutes until the cocktail hour. I scoured the internet and found an officiant that would write us a very personal and heart warming ceremony based on our love for each other and our families. When we met with her we knew she was the one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh man, i feel bad posting about this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, she died. Her daughter informed me by telephone yesterday. It happened two weeks ago. She was such a sweetheart. If we loved her the second we met her, i can only imagine how her family is feeling. My heart goes out to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her daughter also performs wedding ceremonies and says she has an opening on our wedding date and will be able to perform it. Our officiant had completed our ceremony and i approved everything, so her daughter will perform the same personal ceremony for us. If she is anything like her mother, i know we will fall in love with her too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like i cant write about anything else right now. How do i go from talking about the death of our officiant to telling you what im up to this weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ill leave it at that.  &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-2904953030664868757?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/2904953030664868757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/2904953030664868757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/2904953030664868757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/saturday.html' title='saturday.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-1830046525623643962</id><published>2009-04-08T20:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:48:44.223-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>April snow showers better bring May flowers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On my drive to work this morning i noticed all the pretty flowers blooming and the tiny green leaves starting to take form. Seeing Spring in the air really made me feel warm and fuzzy inside.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started snowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snow in April? Give me a break. I am getting married outside, practically on a beach, in a month. I can not spend too much time thinking about it because this is something i have no control over. So in the meantime i will look at pictures from the summer and remind myself that Spring is in fact right around the corner. &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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sd1B9RA7L7I/AAAAAAAAAek/66jD5XNOcrw/s1600-h/IMG_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sd1B9RA7L7I/AAAAAAAAAek/66jD5XNOcrw/s320/IMG_0298.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322482855416901554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;I swear i am not stressing over the weather. But i will admit by the time the first snowflake touched the ground i had already logged on to weather.com to check the 30 day outlook. Yes, they have a &lt;a href="http://www.weather.com/outlook/recreation/outdoors/monthly/07762?month=0"&gt;30 day outlook&lt;/a&gt;. The average temperature for mid May is 68 degrees with a record low of 35 degrees in case you were curious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On separate note, i have recently realized that my little corner of the internet which i call my blog has been taken over by wedding business. I really didnt start this blog to talk about weddings but i guess with just a month to go, the wedding has not just taken over the blog but also my thoughts.  In a month i will become cool again (wait - i was never cool) and start talking about other stuff. Either that or i will just delete the blog altogether. We shall see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-1830046525623643962?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/1830046525623643962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-snow-showers-better-bring-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/1830046525623643962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/1830046525623643962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-snow-showers-better-bring-may.html' title='April snow showers better bring May flowers.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sd1B9RA7L7I/AAAAAAAAAek/66jD5XNOcrw/s72-c/IMG_0298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-4325990404036825911</id><published>2009-04-05T19:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:25:02.725-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We picked up my wedding band. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant wait to wear it everyday. I told Mr. P i feel like a "real woman" wearing it. I know, that sounds weird. Its just funny to see a wedding band on my finger. Moments like this it hits me that WE ARE GETTING MARRIED! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN FORTY DAYS!&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sdk8HhuFVmI/AAAAAAAAAec/H2Y3SpGoCp0/s1600-h/Photo+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sdk8HhuFVmI/AAAAAAAAAec/H2Y3SpGoCp0/s320/Photo+142.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321350534723360354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;I CAN NOT WAIT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(and i hate typing in CAPS - sorry bout that!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-4325990404036825911?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/4325990404036825911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/4325990404036825911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/4325990404036825911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally.html' title='Finally.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sdk8HhuFVmI/AAAAAAAAAec/H2Y3SpGoCp0/s72-c/Photo+142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-1337227447901969800</id><published>2009-04-03T21:46:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:43:58.819-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I thought since i had such a wonderful time at my shower this past Sunday, the week would be a breeze - but that wasnt the case. My company went live with their new computer system on Monday. If you remember this &lt;a href="http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-read-this-if-you-dont-want-to-read.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, you remember me not feeling very confident about the transition. As always, i was right...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(kidding)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for real, all systems practically failed. We are still not using the new system the way they intended us to. Eight months of training pretty much went out the window on the first day. After a week, i am still unsure what my company will do. We are just waiting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a positive note, i went to pick up my wedding band tonight. I like it. I have to admit it is different then how i thought it would look, but much better then that &lt;a href="http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-torture-myself.html"&gt;train wreck&lt;/a&gt; of a ring i picked up a few weeks ago. Of course it wasnt the right size and i have to go back once again to pick it up. Oh well, at least i like it this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a random note, tonight i saw two girls i went to high school with in Target. I looked them right in the eye, thought about it for a second, and decided to keep walking. I used to talk to them in high school and even hung out with them a bit. We got our eyebrows pierced together. Oh to be young... Anyhow, a part of me felt bad for not stopping, but i just didnt know what to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hi, Whats new? What have you been up to for the past 10 years since high school?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i didnt say anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I  do love talking to people. In fact, quite often i make friends with strangers to the point where they ask me to hang out or give me their phone number. But sometimes i just do not feel like being bothered. I hope they dont think im rude, i just dont always have to energy to be the "Most Friendliest". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, i was voted the Most Friendliest of the Class of 1999.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SdbDidIa7SI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ExZQ0mAFCjg/s1600-h/0403092209a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SdbDidIa7SI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ExZQ0mAFCjg/s320/0403092209a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320655006487735586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;I think its funny that the two friendliest people actually look like the meanest people in this picture. Not true, i just hated school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time for me to enjoy this wine, text Carrie, cuddle with Mr. P and why not, im going to look through my yearbook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight all. &lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-1337227447901969800?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/1337227447901969800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/tgif.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/1337227447901969800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/1337227447901969800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SdbDidIa7SI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ExZQ0mAFCjg/s72-c/0403092209a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-6142888870254492749</id><published>2009-04-01T17:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:28:41.616-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>tradition.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, i wore the ribbon hat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SdPjOyla7HI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Pa1XMhO5bj8/s1600-h/IMG_0094-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SdPjOyla7HI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Pa1XMhO5bj8/s320/IMG_0094-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319845428091087986" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Its on my dresser. I dont know what to do with it. I dont want to throw it away, but it would be way too intricate to decoupage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-6142888870254492749?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/6142888870254492749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/tradition.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6142888870254492749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6142888870254492749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/04/tradition.html' title='tradition.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/SdPjOyla7HI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Pa1XMhO5bj8/s72-c/IMG_0094-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-1010940502577794697</id><published>2009-03-29T21:09:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:22:13.734-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>relaxed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok so i promised Mr. P that i wouldnt blog until mid-week but i have to blog now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My shower was AWESOME. It was!!!!!!! I had a great time. It was beyond wonderful to have all my friends and family under one roof eating amazing food, drinking wine, and opening gifts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was not nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you believe that?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was nervous all morning and then when i was in the shower i had a self talk with myself and told myself to not stress. I went into the day cool, calm, &amp;amp; collected and felt great! It really was amazing. I cant find words to express the gratitude that i feel towards everyone that attended. So for anyone that is reading this that attended my bridal shower (hello Christina!)  Thank you so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole day touched my heart. Ill never forget it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i will post pics when i get them...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-1010940502577794697?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/1010940502577794697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/03/relaxed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/1010940502577794697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/1010940502577794697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/03/relaxed.html' title='relaxed.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-5198076603635818726</id><published>2009-03-29T11:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T11:54:02.715-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>excitement.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Its an hour before my bridal shower. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate being the center of attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have butterflies in my tummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, i am REALLY excited to eat delicious food with 45 of my favorite women! Its going to be fun! My bridesmaids RULE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you girls &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3679159662159038657-5198076603635818726?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/5198076603635818726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/03/excitement.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5198076603635818726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5198076603635818726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/03/excitement.html' title='excitement.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-3396218796397479985</id><published>2009-03-28T19:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:54:34.733-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>creep alert.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you sometimes get sucked into watching infomercials like myself, you have seen this guy:&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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sc64Kp0GMSI/AAAAAAAAAeE/wbTvDjRDIjA/s1600-h/0327092inside1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sc64Kp0GMSI/AAAAAAAAAeE/wbTvDjRDIjA/s320/0327092inside1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318390703133700386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, the SHAM WOW guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He seems like a clean cut, all around nice guy huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT SO MUCH. Read this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Courier; font-weight: bold; line-height: 29px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/years/2009/0327092sham1.html"&gt;ShamWow Guy In Slap, Chop Bust&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-3396218796397479985?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/3396218796397479985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/03/creep-alert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/3396218796397479985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/3396218796397479985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/03/creep-alert.html' title='creep alert.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sc64Kp0GMSI/AAAAAAAAAeE/wbTvDjRDIjA/s72-c/0327092inside1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-8400235300958646771</id><published>2009-03-28T18:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T18:46:49.331-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>An update to my wedding update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With a rapid heart rate and sweaty palms i called the bridal store (un)ready for confrontation. I got my point across to a woman i never had to deal with. She sounded understanding and told me she makes jewelry all the time and i should bring the jewelry to her and she will fix it. I told her thank you for the offer but i paid good money for my jewelry and i dont want fixed jewelry, i want the right jewelry. She said she would call on to have it replaced on Monday. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The conversation really didnt sit too well with me because she seemed way too laid back about the whole thing. She didnt ask my name, didnt ask the correct length the jewelry should be, or any other information she could possibly need. So Mr. P and I headed back down to the shop. I got to speak to all 4 women that worked there about it. The witch was there also. She was ok this time around. I think it had to do with my attitude. I was proud of myself for not being too nervous and allowing myself to be kind yet firm. I feel that a bad attitude never real gets you too far with people. I always true to be honest and sweet. I find that people would much rather help someone with that type of attitude rather then the person that walks into a store being nasty and demanding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, they did everything i wanted them to and i should be hearing back from them next week. I was pleased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been up since 5:30 am and now plan on napping. I have the house to myself since Mr. P is out skateboarding and wont be home for a few hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOODNIGHT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or should i say good early evening.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy napping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-8400235300958646771?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/8400235300958646771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/03/update-to-my-wedding-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/8400235300958646771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/8400235300958646771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/03/update-to-my-wedding-update.html' title='An update to my wedding update.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-6892077679799844915</id><published>2009-03-27T22:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:02:35.998-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>wedding updates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today was busy. I worked then rushed home to pick up Mr. P. Then we headed south to pick up my wedding day jewelry. If you read my blog a while back you remember me having a really hard time finding the perfect jewelry until i found this place that would hand make it for me. They told me it would arrive in 3 weeks, but today is actually 6 weeks later. I picked it up and i am dissatisfied. The bracelet was too long and slipped right off so she had to give me the sample bracelet. The necklace is way too short. I requested 16 inches but later realized i need at least 17 inches. They made me one that was 15 INCHES! So basically as of right now i have a necklace that looks like a choker on me and a bracelet that a million and one bridezillas tried on even though i paid good money to get my very own hand made bracelet. Im calling tomorrow to tell her how i really feel. Im not a fan of confrontation so i hope it goes well. Its not like i dont like what was made, i love it. Its just all the wrong sizes from what it says i requested according to my receipt. Oh and to top it all off, the lady that works there is a horrible human being and totally rude and nasty to her coworkers and customers. I witnessed it firsthand. I think im scared of her. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After picking up my crappy jewelry we picked out our cake. It was an easy decision. We knew what we were looking for, found it, and said ok. We got to try and the yummy cake flavors and didnt leave without taking home a couple of souvenirs which happened to be some very delicious pastries! Here is what our cake will look like. Instead of blue it will be sage green, and the actual cake will be ivory. Also, we are not using that cake topper. I ordered us a cake topper from etsy. Click &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop_sold.php?user_id=5327114"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see her work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cake. &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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sc2PcCwjSrI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Mg_aoaxb8A0/s1600-h/0327091827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sc2PcCwjSrI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Mg_aoaxb8A0/s320/0327091827.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318064446934043314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all of the above we came home and i found a package waiting for me at the door. It is the lovely little dress i purchased from Forever 21 for my bachelorette party. It fits like a glove and looks much better on then it does in the picture. Not bad for 22 buckaroos! I have a love hate relationship with Forever 21. The store looks like a tornado swept through every time i go in which makes it impossible to find anything. Although i have two Forever 21's nearby i will only shop online. I cant stand the stores. &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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sc2QImTePiI/AAAAAAAAAd8/QbEyaA9ZiVY/s1600-h/60854857-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sc2QImTePiI/AAAAAAAAAd8/QbEyaA9ZiVY/s320/60854857-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318065212389998114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have one more update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My shower is on SUNDAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHH!! I am so not a fan of having everyone stare at me open gifts but i guess i have to get used to being the center of attention before May. Im sure it will be great and im happy the girls told me. I really didnt want to be surprised so im happy i had a few days warning. It is at one of my favorite restaurants of all time so i know the food will be awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thats it for the wedding updates. Ill let you all know how my conversation goes with that witch at the bridal store.  Time to watch The Soup then off to bed. I have work tomorrow. BOO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet dreams.&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-6892077679799844915?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/6892077679799844915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/03/wedding-updates.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6892077679799844915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6892077679799844915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/03/wedding-updates.html' title='wedding updates.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sc2PcCwjSrI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Mg_aoaxb8A0/s72-c/0327091827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-3950728151166364553</id><published>2009-03-26T07:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T07:26:02.753-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>dont read this if you dont want to read my complain about work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today i used my last vacation day for 2008. See, we have until tomorrow to use up any left over vacation days and i thought today would be a great day to sleep late and relax. Hopefully i can do the later since i know sleeping late is out of the picture. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday my company is switching over to a new computer system. Everything i have learned in the past 10 years of my employment is no longer. We have been in training on and off for this new system for the past year. We were supposed to go live with it MONTHS ago but due to some glitches we weren't able to do that. They say everything has been worked out, although i dont see that when i work on the system every morning to practice.  Saturday is the last minute training class which i plan on attending and Monday is dooms day. Management says it will go smoothly. They say we will ease into it. I dont agree.  I dont think deep down inside they agree either because they hired police officers to patrol our office for the first week of transition. If it is going to make life easier for us, why are they expecting CHAOS? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learned it the best that i can. I feel confident in myself. I do not feel confident in the software they purchased but that is neither here or there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck on Monday. &lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-3950728151166364553?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/3950728151166364553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-read-this-if-you-dont-want-to-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/3950728151166364553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/3950728151166364553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-read-this-if-you-dont-want-to-read.html' title='dont read this if you dont want to read my complain about work.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-1668043579890771773</id><published>2009-03-24T21:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:44:23.911-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Beef is #1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went for my first fitting tonight. I love my dress. I wish i could post pictures but old-fashioned Mr. P would lose it if he saw my dress before the big day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, RSVP's are making their way into our mailbox. So far 30 people are coming. Beef is the number one food choice followed closely by chicken. Only 3 people are going for the Salmon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Friday i have off of work and we are going to pick out our cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry i have nothing interesting to say today. My day was a blur because i was literally counting down the minutes until i got to wear my dress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am beyond excited at this point. &lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-1668043579890771773?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/1668043579890771773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/03/beef-is-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/1668043579890771773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/1668043579890771773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/03/beef-is-1.html' title='Beef is #1.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-3165975250446143221</id><published>2009-03-22T09:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T10:04:11.045-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>wedding craft.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wasn't sure what to do with the RSVP's when they come back to me. I will obviously keep track of who is coming with these cards but what do i do with them afterwards? I didn't want to just throw them away.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had this little box that i got from the craft store just sitting in my room collecting dust. It was the prefect size for storing the RSVP cards so i came up with an idea. I took a few extra invitations and traced the dimensions of the box on them.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/ScZD3aydE-I/AAAAAAAAAck/tokQksCeT6U/s1600-h/IMG_1925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/ScZD3aydE-I/AAAAAAAAAck/tokQksCeT6U/s320/IMG_1925.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316011029520258018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;Then i painted the box green and let it dry. Once dried, i glued the invitation pieces to the box. Once that dried i covered it with my beloved decoupage.  Here's how it turned out:&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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/ScZD36iVXaI/AAAAAAAAAc0/HfSPUjyfllc/s1600-h/IMG_1929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/ScZD36iVXaI/AAAAAAAAAc0/HfSPUjyfllc/s320/IMG_1929.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316011038042578338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/ScZE7CrpC5I/AAAAAAAAAdM/ji7celj9FoY/s1600-h/IMG_1928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/ScZE7CrpC5I/AAAAAAAAAdM/ji7celj9FoY/s320/IMG_1928.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316012191280335762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/ScZD3up6X-I/AAAAAAAAAcs/yJLB2c_Qj5E/s1600-h/IMG_1931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/ScZD3up6X-I/AAAAAAAAAcs/yJLB2c_Qj5E/s320/IMG_1931.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316011034853138402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;And there you have it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A box to store my RSVP's.  Now i can keep them forever. &lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-3165975250446143221?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/3165975250446143221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/03/wedding-craft.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/3165975250446143221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/3165975250446143221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/03/wedding-craft.html' title='wedding craft.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/ScZD3aydE-I/AAAAAAAAAck/tokQksCeT6U/s72-c/IMG_1925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-5035259916992133996</id><published>2009-03-20T22:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:05:36.542-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr p'/><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I woke up to blizzard-like weather.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a chaotic day at work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came home to Mr. P.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/ScRK2Mtp7gI/AAAAAAAAAcc/SunGwqLf_LY/s1600-h/Photo+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/ScRK2Mtp7gI/AAAAAAAAAcc/SunGwqLf_LY/s320/Photo+153.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315455755190136322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;Its FRIDAY im in love &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-5035259916992133996?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/5035259916992133996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/03/tgif.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5035259916992133996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/5035259916992133996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/03/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/ScRK2Mtp7gI/AAAAAAAAAcc/SunGwqLf_LY/s72-c/Photo+153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-2928897486886176139</id><published>2009-03-19T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:17:01.750-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>sweetness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Guess who paid me a visit?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a hint: &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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/ScGX2idFZII/AAAAAAAAAcM/G44aouHM6Tc/s1600-h/IMG_1890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/ScGX2idFZII/AAAAAAAAAcM/G44aouHM6Tc/s320/IMG_1890.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314695998491419778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;Thats right, Miss Avery Noelle came over. She is getting so big. Today is her 3 month birthday. I seriously cant believe 3 months has passed since &lt;a href="http://theresonlyus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carrie&lt;/a&gt; and I were exchanging texts though out the night while Carrie was in labor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is such a good girl. She is now smiling and pouting. She also learned how to fake cry. One second she is working the tears, the next second she is laughing. Such a diva. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture melts my heart. &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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/ScGYCK4m67I/AAAAAAAAAcU/E8guuPNp6qE/s1600-h/IMG_1885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/ScGYCK4m67I/AAAAAAAAAcU/E8guuPNp6qE/s320/IMG_1885.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314696198322842546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;Happy one quarter of a year birthday Avery! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-2928897486886176139?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/2928897486886176139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweetness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/2928897486886176139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/2928897486886176139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweetness.html' title='sweetness.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/ScGX2idFZII/AAAAAAAAAcM/G44aouHM6Tc/s72-c/IMG_1890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-6021383878285835693</id><published>2009-03-17T22:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:13:48.059-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>woot woot to new utensils</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Its no secret that i check my registry 2397235987 times a day. Stuff is flying off that registry like hot cakes. Somebody did some major shopping today!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as i hate showers and think they are totally boring, i am looking forward to mine. Not just for the gifts,  but to have all the ladies that i love in one room eating food and drinking wine. Its going to be great. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh guess what?! Invitations go out tomorrow!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy St. Patrick's Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3679159662159038657-6021383878285835693?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/6021383878285835693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/03/woot-woot-to-new-utensils.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6021383878285835693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/6021383878285835693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/03/woot-woot-to-new-utensils.html' title='woot woot to new utensils'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679159662159038657.post-4373306921842561153</id><published>2009-03-15T16:43:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T17:45:11.199-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>bro'ing down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Its 4:40 pm on Sunday and i am still in my pajamas. Every once in a while i need a lazy Sunday to unwind. I wish Mr. P was here but he is playing a show with his band and i was definitely not up to driving an hour with the band guys in the van, and listening to loud music today. I need quiet time today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was a busy day. I found a dress to wear to my bridal shower, and even got a necklace to match. I also went for my hair and make up trial. It went very well. I came home late from my trial and had to get dressed really quick so we could head into the city. I went there to check out places for my bachelorette party. I thought it would be a great idea to go with Mr. P and two of my guy friends since they wont be attending my bachelorette party. So it was my bachelorette party with the dudes. Normally when i hang out in the city i go to see a band play or to drink at a dive bar. Although i have been to clubs and lounges in the city, i couldnt think of one that would be good to bring 20 people to for my bachelorette party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. P went to a party &lt;a href="http://niagarabar.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and he thought it would be a good place to check out. They had a room downstairs that is available to book for parties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfect, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not so much. We fight the crowd and head downstairs to check out the room and it isn't there any longer. They literally built a wall where the room started and the downstairs tiki lounge is now a bar with standing room as big as my dining room. We had one beer then left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i remembered a bar i wanted to have my birthday party at a few years ago. Brian and I went to check it out and ended up having a great time back then. So we got the address, hailed a cab and headed over to &lt;a href="http://theskinnybarlounge.com/"&gt;The Skinny Bar&lt;/a&gt;. Although, by the time we got there it was so crowded i was a bit discouraged, i had a chance to talk to a bartender about booking a party there and felt better. They have three rooms for parties, each accommodates 30 people. The upstairs room is pretty cool and wont get crowded because no one expect people in my party are allowed to go up there. Its free to book, and you get your own waitress up there. Sam, Brian, George and I had a great time while we were there. The DJ was good and the drinks were cheap. I think its a definite. Im going to book it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun to hang out with the dudes. I have been friends with Brian and George since high school and i truly consider them to be the brothers i never had. Being an only child, i do consider my friends family, and those fellas are definitely my brothers. Last night George said "You are the little sister i always wished i could throw in a laundry basket".  Not sure what that means exactly, but i know George, and that was a compliment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy some pictures. Lets start with the before and after pictures from my make up trial. The after shot isn't the greatest picture but the boys were making me rush since i was already late. &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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sb1uLYv-ErI/AAAAAAAAAbE/iBVvL4Xo_EQ/s1600-h/Photo+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sb1uLYv-ErI/AAAAAAAAAbE/iBVvL4Xo_EQ/s320/Photo+131.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313524277268320946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sb1uK5TO0qI/AAAAAAAAAa8/BLEopgTl0Nk/s1600-h/Photo+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sb1uK5TO0qI/AAAAAAAAAa8/BLEopgTl0Nk/s320/Photo+124.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313524268826284706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;Now some pictures of our night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stopped for a quick dinner. I love Gray's Papaya. I probably eat there every time i am in the city. Nothing beats 2 hot dogs and a drink for $4.95. Although, i do remember when it was $2.50. Well, times are tough. &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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sb1waF-bcgI/AAAAAAAAAbM/I-x-YId9g8E/s1600-h/IMG_1911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sb1waF-bcgI/AAAAAAAAAbM/I-x-YId9g8E/s320/IMG_1911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313526728949985794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;The bar. &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/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sb1wbJlNnjI/AAAAAAAAAbc/2kaK4OYPMwQ/s1600-h/IMG_1917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sb1wbJlNnjI/AAAAAAAAAbc/2kaK4OYPMwQ/s320/IMG_1917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313526747097833010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sb1wawicbNI/AAAAAAAAAbU/jmv-QKOqF-c/s1600-h/IMG_1914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sb1wawicbNI/AAAAAAAAAbU/jmv-QKOqF-c/s320/IMG_1914.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313526740375334098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sb1wbxksO7I/AAAAAAAAAbs/3gnBLwrHqmI/s1600-h/IMG_1920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sb1wbxksO7I/AAAAAAAAAbs/3gnBLwrHqmI/s320/IMG_1920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313526757833063346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sb1wbXS6WMI/AAAAAAAAAbk/4FYKuAtfKtk/s1600-h/IMG_1918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sb1wbXS6WMI/AAAAAAAAAbk/4FYKuAtfKtk/s320/IMG_1918.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313526750779168962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sb1x6eDTGDI/AAAAAAAAAb0/EqWV4hdWaO8/s1600-h/IMG_1923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sb1x6eDTGDI/AAAAAAAAAb0/EqWV4hdWaO8/s320/IMG_1923.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313528384680302642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sb1x688nWHI/AAAAAAAAAb8/YR9oPMA3va4/s1600-h/IMG_1921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sb1x688nWHI/AAAAAAAAAb8/YR9oPMA3va4/s320/IMG_1921.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313528392973768818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; 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;A good time was had by all and i was beyond happy to finally slip into our bed at 4 am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i must motivate myself to shower. Have a lovely, lazy Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3679159662159038657-4373306921842561153?l=iheartmrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/feeds/4373306921842561153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/03/broing-down.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/4373306921842561153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3679159662159038657/posts/default/4373306921842561153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iheartmrp.blogspot.com/2009/03/broing-down.html' title='bro&apos;ing down.'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11975531900710493249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/S4MaEYgWmcI/AAAAAAAAA0s/O5Nzvr3CYyM/S220/IMG_3610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttVjjsJLrXY/Sb1uLYv-ErI/AAAAAAAAAbE/iBVvL4Xo_EQ/s72-c/Photo+131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
