<?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-789630444048162486</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:10:07.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rockin' like it's my job....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-5800309781189473186</id><published>2012-01-29T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T21:31:49.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 ...2.... or 3?</title><content type='html'>I have been talking to a few gentlemen lately.... 3 of them in fact... and I have poised this question to each of them... and these were their answers... verbatim, so please choose your favorite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your dream car??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bachelor #1&amp;nbsp;:&amp;nbsp; A mini cooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bachelor #2 : I've always wanted a vw bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bachelor #3 : '64 Chevelle Malibue SS. Black on black. Supercharged 427, 6 speed manual. Killer stereo system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-5800309781189473186?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/5800309781189473186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=5800309781189473186' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/5800309781189473186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/5800309781189473186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2012/01/1-2-or-3.html' title='1 ...2.... or 3?'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-5549522712033904679</id><published>2012-01-21T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T22:01:48.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently... this week anyway...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I am currently reading:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-atoLNnUYo3k/Txuiglme9uI/AAAAAAAAAHI/P2myPcAzEZM/s1600/gabaldon_outlander.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-atoLNnUYo3k/Txuiglme9uI/AAAAAAAAAHI/P2myPcAzEZM/s320/gabaldon_outlander.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have actually read this before, I think this is a series of 7 and I stopped in book 5. BUT! It was in the free book exchange we have at work, so I thought I would read it again to see if I want to keep it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H8KkgHFnnjg/Txui0wWv4AI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lfFOWlUnmdY/s1600/Game-Of-Thrones-Season-1-Front-Cover-51018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H8KkgHFnnjg/Txui0wWv4AI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lfFOWlUnmdY/s320/Game-Of-Thrones-Season-1-Front-Cover-51018.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am apparently waaaay beyond the ball here, but I heard it is pretty good.&amp;nbsp; It is due back at the library already and I am only in chapter 3ish... so I may have to put this on hold and get back to it after putting it on the hold list. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently watching:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hPp9NYXVbVY/TxujRyuRx8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/gQHAOwk4pWU/s1600/Pan-Am-007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hPp9NYXVbVY/TxujRyuRx8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/gQHAOwk4pWU/s320/Pan-Am-007.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two episodes left me speechless. I was happy and sad and angry.... makings of a good show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r6fQ57efRVY/TxujxS8E2YI/AAAAAAAAAHg/t_AOmNALwuw/s1600/Alcatraz-Wallpapers-alcatraz-tv-show-22286226-1600-900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r6fQ57efRVY/TxujxS8E2YI/AAAAAAAAAHg/t_AOmNALwuw/s320/Alcatraz-Wallpapers-alcatraz-tv-show-22286226-1600-900.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look.... see that right there... J.J. ABRAMS. !!!!!! That tiny, itsy, itty bitty fact should make you run to the tv and watch it right this second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently excited about the coming nuptials of these besties:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DAlESiQD5I8/Txuk96v1rmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_-aVpQwUbBs/s1600/erinand+michael.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DAlESiQD5I8/Txuk96v1rmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_-aVpQwUbBs/s320/erinand+michael.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin and her Turkish man Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0xku1WF7nJY/TxulJPHb73I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Byb3c41R_GY/s1600/robertand+kelli.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0xku1WF7nJY/TxulJPHb73I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Byb3c41R_GY/s320/robertand+kelli.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelli and her Robert.&amp;nbsp; (or as Tucker calls him... RrrroBERT, OK... I guess I cannot type it like he says it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-5549522712033904679?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/5549522712033904679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=5549522712033904679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/5549522712033904679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/5549522712033904679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2012/01/currently-this-week-anyway.html' title='Currently... this week anyway...'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-atoLNnUYo3k/Txuiglme9uI/AAAAAAAAAHI/P2myPcAzEZM/s72-c/gabaldon_outlander.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-5956208398779393346</id><published>2012-01-16T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T17:25:58.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh* funny how things work.....even in sadness.</title><content type='html'>Incident&amp;nbsp;1: I have a friend who has a daughter that is having a baby. I speak with this friend and the daughter often. I hear from another friend that the daughter is having a baby shower, and I realize the shower is two days away. I guess I didnt get invited. So I think, maybe they are having a friend people&amp;nbsp;shower and a church people shower, so I go check out her fb. huh. We arent friends on fb anymore.&amp;nbsp; Okaaaaaaay. Now this shouldnt bother me, but it does. I know fb isnt real life. BUT!... this still irritates me. I take a few days, try and put it in the back of my head and move along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident 2: After putting the Christmas things away, I see that I have boxes of the boys clothes in storage. I think I should go through them because I am sure we do not need some of those things. So I dig them out, go through what I want to keep and come out the other side with a bag to give away and a bag to throw away. Ok, really 2 bags... so I think... should I give them to the daughter or not. So I start washing them and move along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident 3: While on fb this afternoon I see a post from a person that asks if there is anyone local who has baby clothes to give away to a needy family. I DO! PICK ME! PICK ME! So I get excited inside thinking, ok..... this is what I needed to do with these clothes. I post on her status that yes, I do have things, they are going in the washer now and would she like to meet up in a few days. I then email her my cell phone number and the types of things I have. Now we just have to find a time to meet (after this snow!!), since she lives in Bonney Lake. Hopefully she will be willing to meet halfway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I shouldnt be so irritated now because the things that I have, would give away, are going to someone in need. The post said that the husband just died in an accident a few days after the baby was born..... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-5956208398779393346?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/5956208398779393346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=5956208398779393346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/5956208398779393346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/5956208398779393346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2012/01/sigh-funny-how-things-workeven-in.html' title='*sigh* funny how things work.....even in sadness.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-7852244861065404682</id><published>2012-01-06T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T17:50:59.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently, CURRENTLY listening to....</title><content type='html'>Like right now... I am listening to my Nerdy Celebrity Boyfriend interview....&lt;br /&gt;wait for it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MUPPETS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdist.com/2010/04/nerdist-podcast-13-the-muppets/"&gt;http://www.nerdist.com/2010/04/nerdist-podcast-13-the-muppets/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-7852244861065404682?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/7852244861065404682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=7852244861065404682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/7852244861065404682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/7852244861065404682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2012/01/currently-currently-listening-to.html' title='Currently, CURRENTLY listening to....'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-2235744398732287525</id><published>2012-01-04T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T17:39:23.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>currently....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Currently reading:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, both of them. I read a book at home and one at work, so I am&amp;nbsp;almost always reading two books at a time. I currently have 4 more books next in line.&amp;nbsp; Ok, maybe 3...&amp;nbsp;from where I sit, I can only see 2 of those. &amp;nbsp;I just joined Goodreads.com and was given an entire series of books for Christmas! Thank you Julie, Dr. Erin and Nikki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsdF06aeA0k/TwT5vJqGYCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JmIa-c4SvrM/s1600/a+christmas+wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsdF06aeA0k/TwT5vJqGYCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JmIa-c4SvrM/s200/a+christmas+wedding.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHrMYHaRQf4/TwT5jt8-C3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/9fGwPWr9RMA/s1600/slow+love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHrMYHaRQf4/TwT5jt8-C3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/9fGwPWr9RMA/s200/slow+love.jpg" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cKlP3OFWzRY/TwT67Wq13aI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pxqyMKVgGH8/s1600/nkotbsb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cKlP3OFWzRY/TwT67Wq13aI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pxqyMKVgGH8/s320/nkotbsb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't be a hater. It is pretty awesome... the 15 year old in me is pretty happy with this awesome Christmas present to myself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cwvv7KLvfJQ/TwT7guJJojI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3osLW9K70Ik/s1600/nsync_celebrity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cwvv7KLvfJQ/TwT7guJJojI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3osLW9K70Ik/s320/nsync_celebrity.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to both Celebrity and No Strings Attached... the main reason being that I finished Lance Bass' book a few months ago, and the obsession to listen to their music again began.&amp;nbsp; Lance was always my favorite, but sadly, his writing, sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently watching:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uxvTcL8SkU8/TwT8xFIRU3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/oL0IzeRsULw/s1600/once+upon+a+time.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uxvTcL8SkU8/TwT8xFIRU3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/oL0IzeRsULw/s320/once+upon+a+time.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Once upon a time.&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; If you have not seen it, you need to. So good. The Huntsman... that alone should give you reason to watch. Well, Prince Charming is pretty easy on the eyes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X8lUs04xso0/TwT9ZesfFKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nvEYClQ7RDM/s1600/why+am+i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X8lUs04xso0/TwT9ZesfFKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nvEYClQ7RDM/s1600/why+am+i.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Why am I still single?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; I am the last person that would endorse a reality show, but this is pretty funny. And also like a train wreck. But it comes with helpful hints on dating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently obsessing over:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s1UybQpH-XI/TwT-U8VR4hI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tMoz7z0IJ68/s1600/podcast-01.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s1UybQpH-XI/TwT-U8VR4hI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tMoz7z0IJ68/s1600/podcast-01.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nerdist... found the tv pilot and now listen to the podcasts. I find it funny... and we all know how I feel about nerdy white guys... this is the show for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iUILUcoo6Hk/TwT-mXgWjDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cNGgKA-OjoA/s1600/dr+who.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iUILUcoo6Hk/TwT-mXgWjDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cNGgKA-OjoA/s320/dr+who.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't started watching this show yet, but I have heard good things and this goes hand in hand with the above. :p&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-2235744398732287525?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/2235744398732287525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=2235744398732287525' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/2235744398732287525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/2235744398732287525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2012/01/currently.html' title='currently....'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsdF06aeA0k/TwT5vJqGYCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JmIa-c4SvrM/s72-c/a+christmas+wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-6553955775144921811</id><published>2012-01-01T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T20:53:32.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear 2011,</title><content type='html'>Dear 2011,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa Nelly!!! Have we had a year!!!! At the beginning, it was tough. I wanted to hibernate, but you kept pressing on. So we did. The boys were growing up fast and not letting me miss a beat. Both Tucker and Alex were in the talent show at school... amazed us all. They did great. Valentine's came and went, we always do this together and have a heart shaped pizza for dinner! Oh and See's candies! Yum.&amp;nbsp;Alex turned 12 in Feb, and with gaining the priesthood, we have added responsibilities.&amp;nbsp; Tucker turned 10 in Mar, 'Double Digits Mom!!!!'&amp;nbsp;The school year ended, but not without it's sadness... Alex ended his time in elementary school and was excited to press on into JHS. He entered into a summer program that allowed him access to the school and extra learning, which he loved. Tucker spent the summer reading, and we did lots of activities. We did hiking trails for the first time, enjoyed the company of great&amp;nbsp;friends and had grand adventures.&amp;nbsp; I created Foodie Adventures, and&amp;nbsp;we tried lots of new restaurants, food trucks and cafes.&amp;nbsp; Mostly with great results! :p&amp;nbsp;But summer ended too soon and off to school&amp;nbsp;they went. JHS is an adjustment still to this day, but it was really exciting in the beginning. Tucker was and still is, doing well at his school all alone without his big bro. This is when we realized that the boys would not attend the same school again for 5 years.&amp;nbsp; Amazing! Fall turned to winter.... and it seems like the end of the year went faster than the rest, is that true?? And let's not forget that it was not all roses in 2011, we attended a few memorials, and we miss those we lost greatly. I had my heart broken and am still healing. I realized the other day that I only had 5 dates in 2011! 5!! That is it! Sad sad sad.&amp;nbsp; That has got to change&amp;nbsp;in 2012.&amp;nbsp;But we are grateful for our blessings too, we all survived pneumonia, strep throat and nasty flu shots. We have housing, food,&amp;nbsp;schooling,&amp;nbsp;a car, a job and our health. We are grateful every day for our family and our friends. We grew this year, learning new things about ourselves and others.&amp;nbsp; Thank you 2011 for what you gave us, even when it hurt like a mother, we know we had to learn.&amp;nbsp; We pray that 2012 with bring joy and peace, happiness and good health. Now lastly, resolutions... Hmm.. I am not one to make them, or keep them for that matter, but let us try to turn over a new leaf. Daily scripture study. Fasting twice a month.&amp;nbsp;Blogging once a week. BE MORE ORGANIZED.&amp;nbsp; Go to singles events. DO NOT HIBERNATE. Pray. I am sure there is more to come.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-6553955775144921811?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/6553955775144921811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=6553955775144921811' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/6553955775144921811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/6553955775144921811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-2011.html' title='Dear 2011,'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-4605307595311352526</id><published>2011-12-12T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:49:23.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the low down/run down of our life.... ish.</title><content type='html'>Blog slacker here... so... I just wanted to update everyone on the happenings of our life lately.  We are well into the school year, and it is crazy!! I remember junior high being hard, but it is tough as a parent. And we have to worry about so much more these days... BUT there is something I have a love/hate relationship with: GRADES ONLINE.  I can check A's grades online, his class schedule, his attendance, homework, and teacher notes all the time. This may be the part that I love. The part that I hate is that I can see his grades, homework and teachers notes all the time.&amp;nbsp; It stresses me out.&amp;nbsp; I am more thankful for it than anything, but it is just one more thing that is one our plate.&amp;nbsp; It is really nice that the kids have laptops and the can type in their assignments and email them to their teachers once they get to school. BUT when the computers have a bug or glitch... oy vey! We spent an hour and a half one night camped out at the school parking lot typing up a report. It was an uneventful stake out I am telling you!! :)&lt;br /&gt;I would love to speak about our annual family camping trip or the holidays, but I need another reason to blog.&amp;nbsp; Maybe that will be my resolution... to blog more... I know some people would appreciate that!! *cough* semperfi momma *cough*&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOH!!!! and did anyone see Breaking Dawn?? Did you all see the nude breast that I did???? Umm... that needed a different rating for sure! And it was a good laugh too! &lt;br /&gt;And lastly, my house is quiet, should I start reading my book or watch my boyfriend Scott Caan and Hawaii 5-0?? This dishes can wait right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-4605307595311352526?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/4605307595311352526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=4605307595311352526' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4605307595311352526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4605307595311352526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2011/12/low-downrun-down-of-our-life-ish.html' title='the low down/run down of our life.... ish.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-4692247339676429079</id><published>2011-12-12T20:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:34:50.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter this give-away!!!!</title><content type='html'>And check these sites out!So cute!!!http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=678041921#!/pages/Banner-Events/263581763671244http://thecarvercrew.blogspot.com/2011/12/banner-events-500-fan-facebook-giveaway.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-4692247339676429079?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/4692247339676429079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=4692247339676429079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4692247339676429079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4692247339676429079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2011/12/enter-this-give-away.html' title='Enter this give-away!!!!'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-9184323035672060764</id><published>2011-06-16T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T20:32:31.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog SLACKER....</title><content type='html'>Yea, thats me.&lt;br /&gt;Super slacker.... I dont really have much to say. Not much is going on. Ok, that's a lie.  A lot is going on but nothing of blog worthy.&lt;br /&gt;Alex had pneumonia.  I am pretty sure I have it now too.  I cannot take time off work until next week, so we shall see if it GOES AWAY before then.&lt;br /&gt;School year is almost over! Yippee!  But now I have two kids in two different schools... eeeck.  *parental breakdown*&lt;br /&gt;I was released from scouts... I am gonna miss them, but my wednesdays are a little less busy now.  But no so much released RELEASED... I still have to organize camp stuff and carpools.  Oh and go to camp.  funfun! Pray for no rain, ok??&lt;br /&gt;This week at work has been busy, my back up is in Chicago, so I am doing her work too.  And last thursday I have been at my job for 3 years.  &lt;br /&gt;I AM THE NURSERY LEADER!! whoa and yeehaw! I dont like to lead, I like to follow, but those kids are the best thing about sundays!!! &lt;br /&gt;I am trying to convince Tucker that he would be a great teacher of Special Needs when he gets older.&lt;br /&gt;I think thats about it... not really breaking news.. but a little about us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-9184323035672060764?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/9184323035672060764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=9184323035672060764' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/9184323035672060764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/9184323035672060764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-slacker.html' title='Blog SLACKER....'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-5913609441276330294</id><published>2011-05-18T21:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T21:48:06.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I almost peed my pants....</title><content type='html'>My sis knows just how to cheer me up, after a rant she says this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One thing to remember is that men, or the majority, are ruled by the meat stick. Which makes them so much dumber than they should be. But, alas... it what we have to deal with. The ones that can overpower the meat stick and spit out full sentences? Without erection? Those are the ones to keep your eye on. They might be worth something. But *sigh* they are so hard to find. And when you do? Still so much work. Training, retraining, molding, breaking, remolding... LOL Ok I'm not helping. HEHE But I bet somewhere in there you smiled. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I more than smiled, I laughed, cried and almost wet my pants.  so funny!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-5913609441276330294?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/5913609441276330294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=5913609441276330294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/5913609441276330294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/5913609441276330294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-almost-peed-my-pants.html' title='I almost peed my pants....'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-4715554654550591981</id><published>2011-04-30T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T13:18:08.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Training Day 2....</title><content type='html'>There was only one class today for cubs.. well primary in general.  And again, I wrote tons of notes, walked out.. ran into a friend and proceeded to cry again.  We chatted for a bit, she heard me vent and then President Halverson walked by.  I told him my concerns and that I am feeling hugely overwhelmed.  He said all mothers feel at some point that they are failing in something.&lt;br /&gt;But... I want so much more for my children, I want to help them advance.  And I don't.  I haven't. And I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;President Halverson gave me some ideas, which was good.&lt;br /&gt;But what happens at these leader meetings is how to be a better leaders, how to be there for boys, and how to help the boys advance and how to help the parents want to participate for their boys.  HERE IS THE THING... I cannot be the great leader that they want me to be.. AND ... be a parent participant that they want me to be too! This is great for leaders and great for parents, but not leaders of parents that cannot be everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;It makes us feel guilty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-4715554654550591981?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/4715554654550591981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=4715554654550591981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4715554654550591981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4715554654550591981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2011/04/training-day-2.html' title='Training Day 2....'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-2529786485776048147</id><published>2011-04-29T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T22:24:02.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>title TBD</title><content type='html'>either... &lt;br /&gt;How scout leadership made me cry on the way home&lt;br /&gt;or....&lt;br /&gt;Scout calling vs my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry as I type this.  Driving home from scout training tonight was a reflective time for me.  I took alot of notes during the training but it didnt hit me until I was in the car.  And excuse me if this is a bit scattered because I know it will be. I do not do enough for my children.  I do not do enough for them in regard to scouting.  I may have open Alex's webelo book 2 or 3... same with Tucker's Bear book. &lt;br /&gt;hold that thought.&lt;br /&gt;One part of the training tonight was talking about how, take 10 boys...and from the time a boy is baptized to the time he is 18 and ordained an elder, there will only be 2 boys left.  8 boys will be lost in that 10 years and as leaders, we need to save each boy. Save them one at a time.  I dont want my sons to be those lost boys.&lt;br /&gt;hold that thought.&lt;br /&gt;I have relied on my son's leaders in getting things done in their books or for their requirements because I do not have time to do them.  Why? Because there isnt time in the day. And then I feel guilty.  Then I feel like I should have done more.  And then I remember a friend of mine's husband who said to me once 'Does you aspire Alex to be an eagle scout?'... yes, of course I do. But he seemed to look down on me as to my sincerity in that statement. I pulled the 'single mom' card and was offended for quite some time in his statement.  But tonight I felt that I cannot pull that card again.  If my son's are going to be Eagle Scouts, I need to be invovled in making that happen.  But how do I do that?  How do I do that when I am focusing on others children and not my own. But if I ask to be released for this reason is that selfish?  Is that selfish of me to want to focus on my own children and not those that I serve?  And then if I want to be involved in my own kids scouting is that in turn saying that I do not have faith in those that lead my children, that they will get all done that they need to get done?  But scouting is to be done at home, and my own children's scouting is never done at home. If we just happened to be doing something that can be marked off, we mark it off but have not, in probably 2-3 years, made a point to do something that it out of the scouting book.&lt;br /&gt;hold that thought.&lt;br /&gt;someone told me to pray.  to pray for rest.  That HF knows that I am ... frustrated, sad, mad, irritated and torn, and that he will make a miracle happen if that is the plan.&lt;br /&gt;hold that thought.&lt;br /&gt;someone also told me to set aside time during the week to focus on something scouting related to my own children and not to my calling as the den leader.  I prepare my den meeting at work during lunch, and some  hours during the evenings.  But other than that, my evenings are homework, dinner, showers, chores, reading, and sleep.  And repeat. There isnt enough time in the day. or night. or ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... I am sure that there were other points that I wanted to make. Other things that are making me depressed, sad and hurt. My head is swimming with snip its of points I wanted to make, and I cannot seem to grab them all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I felt like an outsider at the meeting. When mentioning more and more about priesthood responsibilities and how important that is in a boy, and I think of Alex and how is the soul of our little family right now, and how me being at the meeting, learning more and more about his responsibilities, it was important, but made me feel so alone.  I need to bouy him up so that we can succeed together.  I realized that my shoulders were so full, being there as a single mom to assist my son in his priesthood, and being there as a mother of a Deacon, to learn about deacony things, and being there as a mother of a Webelo to learn about Webelo-y and being there as a Den Leader.... it. was. so. overwhelming by the end.  Maybe that is why I broke. And I know I am not alone, I know with HF's help that I can do it.  &lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;BUT... that brings it back to, I am doing it.  Alex and Tucker and I are doing it. And. its a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-2529786485776048147?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/2529786485776048147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=2529786485776048147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/2529786485776048147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/2529786485776048147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2011/04/title-tbd.html' title='title TBD'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-5559768289690035280</id><published>2011-04-20T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T18:46:19.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Mayhem Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Dog Days are over by Florence + the Machine&lt;br /&gt;You’re a Jerk by New Boyz&lt;br /&gt;This is why I’m hot by Mims&lt;br /&gt;Time warp – Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;Machinehead by Bush&lt;br /&gt;You + ur hand by Pink&lt;br /&gt;Criminal by Fiona Apple&lt;br /&gt;Hate I really really don’t like you by Plain White T’s&lt;br /&gt;Hey Man, nice shot by filter&lt;br /&gt;It’s a Hit by Gumar and His Magical Midi Band&lt;br /&gt;Where’d you go by Fort Minor&lt;br /&gt;Smooth Criminal by Alien Ant Farm&lt;br /&gt;Like its her birthday by Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;Blow by Ke$ha&lt;br /&gt;Hot Mess by Cobra Starship&lt;br /&gt;Whip my hair by Willow Smith&lt;br /&gt;Party in the USA by Miley&lt;br /&gt;Poker Face by lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;Single Ladies by Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;One Night in Bangkok but Murray Head&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-5559768289690035280?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/5559768289690035280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=5559768289690035280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/5559768289690035280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/5559768289690035280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2011/04/music-mayhem-wednesday.html' title='Music Mayhem Wednesday'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-2584206432260784109</id><published>2011-04-17T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T07:54:16.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the end of date 3 went roughly like this:</title><content type='html'>Me: so are you going out as friends with a few other people still?&lt;br /&gt;Him: yes&lt;br /&gt;Me: and is there one that is ahead of the rest?&lt;br /&gt;Him: yes&lt;br /&gt;Me: wow... I think that would be hard for the person to know that you are still going out with other people.&lt;br /&gt;Him: it is.  so I am dialing back my other friend dating.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random rambling then quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Me: for what? You dont have to be sorry.  (clearly the wrong choice of words on my part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Pulling up to my house**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well thanks again, good luck... on your dating adventures.&lt;br /&gt;Him: you too.  I will walk you to your door.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope.  thats ok. I am good.&lt;br /&gt;Him: No.. I would like to know you got in ok.&lt;br /&gt;Me: really not necessary. I can text you when I get inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*walking towards my door, my keys are out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Besides I need a hug.&lt;br /&gt;Me: See... my key works, see ya later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA, NO HUG JERKFACE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-2584206432260784109?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/2584206432260784109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=2584206432260784109' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/2584206432260784109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/2584206432260784109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-end-of-date-3-went-roughly-like.html' title='And the end of date 3 went &lt;em&gt;roughly&lt;/em&gt; like this:'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-4193039157666344368</id><published>2011-04-14T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:27:45.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whine B**** and moan</title><content type='html'>ok... so I am whiney.  sorry.  Dont read this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate men.&lt;br /&gt;Ok... I dont hate them. &lt;br /&gt;Because I did have one apologize for his gender that other day.&lt;br /&gt;That was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish things were different.&lt;br /&gt;Better.&lt;br /&gt;More.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-4193039157666344368?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/4193039157666344368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=4193039157666344368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4193039157666344368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4193039157666344368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2011/04/whine-b-and-moan.html' title='whine B**** and moan'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-84924334524189349</id><published>2011-04-03T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T20:54:14.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Music Sunday....</title><content type='html'>Ok, I dont work out, we all know this, but this is what I would listen to if I was cleaning the house and having a dance party at the same time.  :) Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s not my name by the Ting Tings&lt;br /&gt;I’m Leaving by Jessie McCartney&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye Bye by Nsync&lt;br /&gt;Let the Beat Rock by Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;Like A G6  by Far East Movement&lt;br /&gt;Pokerface by Gaga&lt;br /&gt;Backseat by New Boyz&lt;br /&gt;Stay Fly by Three 6 Mafia&lt;br /&gt;Feeze Ray by NPH aka Dr Horrible&lt;br /&gt;Amber by 311&lt;br /&gt;Come On Eileen by Dexy’s Midnight Runners&lt;br /&gt;Jenny was a friend of Mine by the Killers&lt;br /&gt;White and Nerdy by Weird Al&lt;br /&gt;Forever by Chris Brown&lt;br /&gt;Swap Meet Louie by Sir Mix A lot&lt;br /&gt;Feel Good Inc by the Gorillaz&lt;br /&gt;California Girls by Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;Love Lockdown by Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;Jumprope by Blue October&lt;br /&gt;Crank that by Soulja Boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-84924334524189349?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/84924334524189349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=84924334524189349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/84924334524189349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/84924334524189349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2011/04/more-music-sunday.html' title='More Music Sunday....'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-3234812269460368556</id><published>2011-03-17T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T20:17:56.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thursday....</title><content type='html'>I stole this idea from another blogger, so I cannot take credit.... But here are 20 songs that I would work out too... Um.. if I worked out! :) Ok, these are the songs that rock out in my head when I am imagining that I am working out.  :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay Me Down by the Dirty Heads&lt;br /&gt;Smack my B**** up by Prodigy&lt;br /&gt;Tic Toc by Ke$ha&lt;br /&gt;Telephone by Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the Deep by Adele&lt;br /&gt;Firework by Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;On the the Next One by Jay Z&lt;br /&gt;Bulletproof by LaRoux&lt;br /&gt;Baby by Beiber&lt;br /&gt;Closer to the Edge by 30 Seconds to Mars&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the End by Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;Perfect by Pink&lt;br /&gt;White Knuckles by ok go&lt;br /&gt;21 Guns by Green day&lt;br /&gt;Raise your Glass by Pink&lt;br /&gt;What the Hell by Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;6 Underground by Sneaker Pimps&lt;br /&gt;Somebody to Love by Beiber&lt;br /&gt;Big Girl Now by NKOTB&lt;br /&gt;They’re Everywhere by Izza Kizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo what are some of your favs?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-3234812269460368556?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/3234812269460368556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=3234812269460368556' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/3234812269460368556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/3234812269460368556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-thursday.html' title='Happy Thursday....'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-8478543265941120107</id><published>2011-02-14T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:09:16.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VALENTINE'S DAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>I love Valentine's day! How long has it been since I have had a date on Valentine's day you ask? Um.. years.  But I still love it.  Pink and Red are the only colors I wrote with today, I put a heart after every date and at the end of every sentence that I could.  On all the interoffice envelopes that went to LA this afternoon all got hearts on them! I know, DORK ALERT.  I dont care.&lt;br /&gt;I put See's heart shaped candy boxes on the boys pillows this morning, and I gave them 14 hugs and 14 kisses today!  We got a heart shaped pizza for dinner.  It was a great day, even with the doom and gloom weather, I was really happy! I hope everyone else had a good day too!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-8478543265941120107?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/8478543265941120107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=8478543265941120107' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8478543265941120107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8478543265941120107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html' title='VALENTINE&apos;S DAY!!!!'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-7497069599738975284</id><published>2011-02-13T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T19:42:45.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>better...</title><content type='html'>Has it only been 6 weeks?  Feels like eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should blog more.  I dont really have much to say.  Time does heal.  Time is a beazy too sometimes.  When you want it to go fast, it goes slow and vice versa.  My time has been filled and thats good... The weeks are flying and thats bad.  Alex. My baby boy will be 12 next friday.  I sit and think about that and cry. And like Tucker would say if he was sitting next to me 'Are those tears of joy?' YES! 12 YEARS OLD! He is growing up.  :( But the other blessing is that as of next sunday, I will have the priesthood in my home! And if I count back... 1...2... 5.. carry the 2, add... it will have been 14 YEARS since I have had the priesthood in my home.  So joyous to think about.  I am so happy.  The bishop interviewed with him the other day, and the bish was so suprised at the deep thinking questions that he asked.  Me too! Kids grow up too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back on the horse and went on a date.  He was nice and fun, but talked through the movie.  Yeaaaa, cannot have a movie talker.  And didnt call me again, I wasnt devastated.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started crocheting.  Thats been fun! I am on scarf #4... cause I need more scarves! ;):);)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are amazing.  You know who you are and what you have been doing.  Thanks for it all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looooove nursery.  I really do.  And most of you may think that being in there is like Siberia and that you are so far from the rest of the ward world, and that might be true, but it really is where I want/love/need/crave to be.  Those little ones really make my sunday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to watch a movie now.... some cinematherapy is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-7497069599738975284?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/7497069599738975284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=7497069599738975284' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/7497069599738975284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/7497069599738975284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2011/02/better.html' title='better...'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-5403612232499894588</id><published>2011-01-03T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:52:31.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the rollercoaster and the rant...</title><content type='html'>I have been writing this blog in my head for days.  And now when I sit here I dont have any idea what I was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a mess. well. Only half the day.  The other half I am mad. and sad. and lonely. and bitter.  and jealous.  I hear a song on the radio (one thing which I try and avoid) and I crumble.  Then I hear another song and I get the energy for the minute to go on.  I try to hold on to those energy moments, but they dont last.  There hasnt been a day in the last month that I havent cried.  And to say that, it breaks my heart. And then I get so mad, because when I break down at work, my boss tells me to shake it off, change my attitude and get out of this rut.  And no man is worth my tears.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. so let me say something.  It isnt about him anymore. Dont get me wrong, it was at the beginning, but it isnt anymore.  And let the rollercoaster begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have you ever felt like Heavenly Father doesnt answer anything?  Yea, thats how I feel right now.  I know he is listening, I know he hasnt left me.  But I know that I have left him.... a little bit.  I havent read my scriptures in weeks and I havent read my ensign since I threw it on the floor last week.  I read a talk that hit to close to home.  I felt like I was obedient and was doing was I was supposed to be doing and I still got burned.  and then I get mad because I have to suffer.  I have to have sorrow.  I have a hard time saying my prayers... well I have a hard time saying them reverently.  Its mostly me talking and yelling. and nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a song the other day on 105.3 and it was something about this being the hurt before the healing.  and I know thats what this is.  But the healing better be good, because the hurt is tougher than ever. And then I think that I am going to be alone forever.  And then I think that I shouldnt covet.  I shouldnt sit and think about all the things that I dont have.  and all the things that I want that others have.  And be happy.  And be grateful for what I do have.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I remember that this is but a moment.  And that Job went through much more than I am.  And the Galloways are going through much more than I am.  And that if all of us stood in a circle and put all of our problems in the middle, that we would take ours back.  And mine really isnt much. but to me, its alot.&lt;br /&gt;I should stop rambling now... but lastly, one thing, please dont ask me how I am.  I will be ok eventually. time will make this go away eventually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-5403612232499894588?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/5403612232499894588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=5403612232499894588' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/5403612232499894588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/5403612232499894588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2011/01/rollercoaster-and-rant.html' title='the rollercoaster and the rant...'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-8712237246258925780</id><published>2010-12-14T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T20:42:37.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love HURTS.... yet again.</title><content type='html'>but first... &lt;strong&gt;my fave line today &lt;/strong&gt;since I cannot paste this on Facebook and Julie needs recognition, text from her today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd keep the #, so I'm not taken by suprise. But deleting his # means I dont have to confiscate your phone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I feel like Bella in New Moon.  Hole where my heart used to be.  And I know full well the crying screaming in the middle of the night thing.  Its lame.  And it sounds so stupid saying it, but its true.  The dumb dumb garbage face broke up with me again.  No need to give you the gorey details since I dont want to relive them and really, you wouldnt want to read them. So I will be sad and very zombie like for quite some time.  I will then, sad that I know this about myself, be very jaded and bitter.  Not forgetting that during the entire process I will be mad at the entire world and especially the male gender. So if I only half smile, its because thats all I have to give.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-8712237246258925780?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/8712237246258925780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=8712237246258925780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8712237246258925780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8712237246258925780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-hurts-yet-again.html' title='love HURTS.... yet again.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-8344752972023466032</id><published>2010-11-07T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T20:16:06.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months flushed....</title><content type='html'>And I still don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a little idea, but this was extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for anyone that I alienated at church today, especially you with little ones in nursery, I just couldn't keep it together to teach music today.  Celi is amazing to take over, and Kelsey was awesome to take my spot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a wreck.  And still am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in a relationship is hard enough.  And telling my friends so fast probably made it alittle toxic for me, because too many people to give me their opinions, when I dont even know what to think.  This rollercoaster of emotions thing is uber lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved him.  And knew it would be a struggle, but knew that I needed patience.  And I was willing to take that on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my home teacher is right.  This was a knee jerk thing for him.  Maybe Jenny is right. This is a classic pansey loser who only has a 30 second attention span.  Maybe my sister is right.  Odds are he will call and know that he was wrong.  Maybe the bishop is right.  I should feel lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway you look at it, this hurts like hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-8344752972023466032?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/8344752972023466032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=8344752972023466032' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8344752972023466032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8344752972023466032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/11/4-months-flushed.html' title='4 months flushed....'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-6804495022740314001</id><published>2010-07-25T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T22:03:53.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not sure what to say...</title><content type='html'>This boyfriend thing, pretty awesome.  Kinda digging it. Being in 2 long distance relationships in the past 3 years I am not used to being able to see someone everyday, so this is pretty nice. ;) And by nice, I mean awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-6804495022740314001?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/6804495022740314001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=6804495022740314001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/6804495022740314001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/6804495022740314001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/07/not-sure-what-to-say.html' title='Not sure what to say...'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-3270150603046171944</id><published>2010-07-25T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T21:52:01.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on a completely different note...</title><content type='html'>Did you see List of the Day WTF pregnancy photos?&lt;br /&gt;Well.. if you need a 'oh my gosh.. what some people do...' moment, go check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-3270150603046171944?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/3270150603046171944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=3270150603046171944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/3270150603046171944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/3270150603046171944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-completely-different-note.html' title='on a completely different note...'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-8766934285914787440</id><published>2010-07-19T21:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T21:56:54.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soooo..... yea.....</title><content type='html'>I like him.  alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-8766934285914787440?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/8766934285914787440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=8766934285914787440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8766934285914787440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8766934285914787440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/07/soooo-yea.html' title='soooo..... yea.....'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-4145394150525794829</id><published>2010-07-10T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T15:08:05.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd date .... rated a 9.</title><content type='html'>Oops... Did I forget to tell you about the 2nd one? Apparently I did, Dan took me to lunch during the week. It was cute.  And by that I mean, there isnt much I can do in the 30 minutes that I have for lunch, and it was nice to hang out with him during the day, during the week.&lt;br /&gt;Last night was date 3.  He took me to The Crab Pot and then to a comedy show at The Parlor in Lincoln Square.  At least I think its Lincoln Square... the mallish builing across from BellSquare...  We had a good time! He is now the front runner to all the people that I want to spend time with.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-4145394150525794829?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/4145394150525794829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=4145394150525794829' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4145394150525794829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4145394150525794829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/07/3rd-date-rated-9.html' title='3rd date .... rated a 9.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-6343102091804380658</id><published>2010-07-04T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T00:36:59.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty good date... 8.5</title><content type='html'>He upgraded at the last minute from Red Robin to The Spaghetti Factory.&lt;br /&gt;He was able to meet me an hour earlier than we originally planned.&lt;br /&gt;He put up with my nervous-but trying not to be nervous-constant chatter since he was much cuter than his picture!&lt;br /&gt;He paid. &lt;br /&gt;He asked if I wanted to do something else after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;He did admit that he was looking for something more in his next relationships.&lt;br /&gt;He paid for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;He walked around Cost Plus World Market with me and enjoyed it.  I think.&lt;br /&gt;He asked me about me.  &lt;br /&gt;He laughed at my jokes.&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a hug at the end.&lt;br /&gt;He said that we should hang out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo.... all in all.  pretty normal date.  &lt;br /&gt;Not really used to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad points:&lt;br /&gt;His divorce was just final a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;He dated and had a relationship in that time before his divorce was final.&lt;br /&gt;He is only 30.&lt;br /&gt;He crossed his legs.  He is a guy. Guys shouldnt do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had a good time.  And I hope he actually calls me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-6343102091804380658?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/6343102091804380658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=6343102091804380658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/6343102091804380658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/6343102091804380658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/07/pretty-good-date-85.html' title='Pretty good date... 8.5'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-2070198051306818979</id><published>2010-06-30T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T18:48:57.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dates Galore!!  hehe... lets hope it lasts...</title><content type='html'>Mr A.  We met for lunch and he asked me out before I even left, good sign.  Except that I am not interested in a relationship.  Just buds.  He has asked me out 2 more times since, and then just showed up at my work. And what that means is that he knew what street I worked on and what time I got off work, but didnt know the building.  So he drove up and down the street in hopes that he would see me, he did, and I am creeped out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr B. He is a friend in town and we got out a few times while he is here.  He has always said that if I was ever to go to the 'dark side', he would get the first phone call.  yea, until he said that he has 2 girlfriends.  Hmmm... so less appealing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr C. He is from ldsmingle. We are meeting for the first time tomorrow night.  Wish me luck.  Hopefully he will be normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-2070198051306818979?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/2070198051306818979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=2070198051306818979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/2070198051306818979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/2070198051306818979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/06/dates-galore-hehe-lets-hope-it-lasts.html' title='dates Galore!!  hehe... lets hope it lasts...'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-8917448716040962391</id><published>2010-06-23T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T21:35:34.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Favorites:</title><content type='html'>More texts from peeps that tickle my fancy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here is my address, just to help make your stalking a little easier. (actual address included, but sadly, stalking in DC isnt part of my plan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking english is a highly overrated skill, don't you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I lived closer and I could spy on him and find out what his intentions are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm attacking a whole package of munster cheese mmm mmm best dinner ever! (yea, sad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously dislike carwashes.  Even with XM radio to distract me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a near religious experience this morning with bacon, picked up my phone and you dont even know how close i was to getting you out of bed! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang! Its too bad that your parents didnt name you princess or starlet or something like that when you were born.  Perhaps they didnt comprehend the magnitude of your awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore drunk parents bidding on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MY FAVORITE:&lt;br /&gt;OH, i wish i had some random man to stress out over. That or a cream puff.  Apparently they are on sale at safeway right now 2/3$.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-8917448716040962391?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/8917448716040962391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=8917448716040962391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8917448716040962391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8917448716040962391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/06/wednesday-favorites.html' title='Wednesday Favorites:'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-4717102203635075685</id><published>2010-06-20T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T15:08:36.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oy...</title><content type='html'>First.... Wow. For those of you who had husbands who passed the sacrament today, THANK YOU! That was amazing to see. I felt really blessed.  It was so important to see that, I am only sad that my boys were not there to see it.  But the power of it all touched me so much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second... Last night was my second date with Eric.  And last.  Which is good. He isnt ready to date someone who has kids, which that, and something that Julie said this week made me realize something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third... I need to think, really think, about what I want out of a date/relationship.  And then think about the people that I am asking it from.  I dont really know how to explain it more than that.  .I havent seriously thought about this, and I think its time that I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Fourth... GO KATIE! Congrats Girlie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-4717102203635075685?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/4717102203635075685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=4717102203635075685' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4717102203635075685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4717102203635075685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/06/oy.html' title='Oy...'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-6736693071937700192</id><published>2010-06-12T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T20:35:36.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Claim Jumper dessert date</title><content type='html'>It went ok.  He is pretty nice. Seems normal, which is good.  ;)  The only thing that I didnt like, was that he didnt really ask about me, or anything like that.  I deliberately stopped vounteering information to see if he would move the conversation along.  I kind of expect alot I guess. But he didnt.  After my friend Dan said that he is kinda Socially Handicapped.  And that if we went out again, we should do a group thing. Anyways, he grew up in Portland, has 5 brothers and 2 sisters.  His sisters were adopted from Korea, since after 6 boys, his mom said enough! I would have too.  So after the date, we chatted for a few more, I thanked him again, but didnt really feel or know what to do.  He didnt really give off a vibe that he wanted to do it again.  But on the way home I called him and asked him if he would like to go out again.  He said yea, so we have something set up for next weekend.  I broke a rule there.  I dont ever ask guys out. I dont want to breed lazy daters.  So we shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-6736693071937700192?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/6736693071937700192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=6736693071937700192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/6736693071937700192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/6736693071937700192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/06/claim-jumper-dessert-date.html' title='Claim Jumper dessert date'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-3671677296435568726</id><published>2010-06-09T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T20:25:27.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he called.</title><content type='html'>Today.  So we have a dessert date on friday night.  Since I already have dinner plans.  With the Evans'!!!!!  :) &lt;br /&gt;What I know about him so far:&lt;br /&gt;He is 30.&lt;br /&gt;Works with as a Dish Machine Mechanic. (yes, like dishwashers but industrial size)&lt;br /&gt;Love Pop Top Donuts (or Top Pop, whichever it is...)&lt;br /&gt;Has a goal to work for the police force.&lt;br /&gt;LDS and serves on the activities committee.&lt;br /&gt;cute (err... from what i remember)&lt;br /&gt;Funny.&lt;br /&gt;Has a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;And guns. (or A gun)&lt;br /&gt;Umm... If i think of more, I will add it later.... we only talked for about 20 mins...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-3671677296435568726?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/3671677296435568726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=3671677296435568726' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/3671677296435568726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/3671677296435568726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/06/he-called.html' title='he called.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-8320255163940441949</id><published>2010-06-02T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T21:07:30.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cross your fingers...</title><content type='html'>Eric, the blind date guy from the wedding has my number.  I hope he calls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-8320255163940441949?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/8320255163940441949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=8320255163940441949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8320255163940441949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8320255163940441949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/06/cross-your-fingers.html' title='cross your fingers...'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-3531283811929692834</id><published>2010-06-01T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T20:07:52.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Irresponsible Batman!</title><content type='html'>Ok. So I got all excited last week because I met one of Tucker's friends Dad. Cute dad btw.  Tucker's friend is Taylor and the dad is Chris.  They live behind us in a house, and after some chatting with him found out he is single.  Bonus.  So I do what I do...err... best, and invited his son over to play in our yard the next day.  He couldn't, but how about monday? Sure, monday turned out to be icky, but my kids played outside anyways. Taylor then called and invited Tucker to his house to play, so we went and checked out his house, very nice inside, got some more chatting on and then invited them to the 3$ theatre with us in the afternoon. (Oh and to scouts on wednesday)  Picked up Tucker later and met them at the theatre, he offered to buy us drinks and popcorn, but I had a whole purse-o-snacks, but he got points for offering.  (Sidenote, turns out he is going through his 2nd or 3rd divorce, dont know which since it wasnt clear which baby mamas he was married to) He is 34, and has a 20 yr old son (yikes), 15 yr old daughter (same mom as the first son), and Taylor who is 9. And he has custody of Taylor. Third marriage/relationship they didnt have any kids together.  We left the movie and came home, guess who turned up in our yard 20 mins later? Taylor.  Uhh... does your dad know you are here? Yea, he says, he practically sent me over. I look over at his yard and I see Chris mowing the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;huh, ok.&lt;br /&gt;So the boys played for awhile and then it was time to come inside. We sent Taylor home, called Chris and told him that he was on his way. Then this morning, my phone rings at 7 am and its Chris' #.  Its Taylor saying that he found the DS case that Tucker left at his house, great, thanks, give it to him at school.  So fast forward to after school, the boys now walk home and wait for me to get off work, they called me as soon as they get home.  Then they called 5 mins later to say that Taylor is at the door and can they play? Um. No. Tell him to go home, do your homework, maybe when I get home you can go outside.  I get home, Taylor's bike is by the door, the door is unlocked and homework isnt done.  AAAAUUUGGHGHGHGH!!!  aldif9mcm4e89jrik!!!! So we do part of Tucker's homework, send Taylor home and I call his dad.  I say, I am sending Taylor home, and btw my kids can't play after school..  I stress enough about them being home alone, I cant have Taylor here too.  He says, Sorry, I thought that they were playing outside. I didnt even think to call.  Nope I say, my kids dont play out there when I am not home. &lt;br /&gt;So now, this is the SECOND TIME that Taylor has showed up at our house.  And without a word from Chris.  Ok, I know I offered that if Taylor wants to come over and play, that's fine, but I also said, here is my #, give me a call to see if we are home.&lt;br /&gt;So now I am totally annoyed.  We are not available all the time, and hardly at all during the week.  So apparently your kid is either super fast at his homework or you do it later.  I dont have that option.  They do it when they get home, becuase well I have twice as many things to do when I get home, so the more time they do it themselves the better.  But back to my point, is it just a guy thing not to think about other people before he sends his kid over? Or just thinking I am now a free babysitter whenever you need me? ugh. Either way, I am annoyed as all getup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-3531283811929692834?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/3531283811929692834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=3531283811929692834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/3531283811929692834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/3531283811929692834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/06/holy-irresponsible-batman.html' title='Holy Irresponsible Batman!'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-5887353651540816951</id><published>2010-05-27T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T19:45:53.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is anyone with me?</title><content type='html'>The one good (might be good, I am optimistic) thing that came out of the awkward wedding is a blind date.  My friend Dan has been telling me about this guy for awhile, but since he is a dude and they don't think much beyond, he has never set a date up.  I saw Eric across the room, thinking he was kinda cute, hoping he was the guy.  Then Dan said that he was, I looked back awhile later and he was gone.  Replaced by another guy.  Um.. ok, did I imagine him cute all in my head, and what he really is isnt?  So I couldnt really figure out how to outright ask Dan, hey, where that guy go?  So I waited a few days after the wedding and texted him.  He said that he had left right after I got there, and he was sorry that he didnt get to introduce us.  Phew! So he wasnt the guy in cowboy boots and wrangler jeans!!!? THANK MY LUCKY STARS.  I am the one woman in my family who doesnt swoon over cowboys... but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;Dan said that we will all have to get together after they get back from the honeymoon and do something.&lt;br /&gt;WAIT, WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;or you could just pass my # along, he saw me, and if he likes what he saw, just call.  if he doesnt, he doesnt.  WHY ON EARTH DO WE HAVE TO HAVE A GROUP DATE??? &lt;br /&gt;Now I have been on a few blind dates... 4, 5.. maybe 6.. and only one wasn't a great one that I can remember.  All in all, I have been pretty lucky in the blind date arena, but now I have to do it with an audience. really?  Why can't I go down in flames with just me and him to witness, I don't need other people to back up this story. And besides, I am a big girl, I don't need to hold anyone's hand to do a big girl job.  With my luck, we will go bowling.  And i suck at bowling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-5887353651540816951?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/5887353651540816951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=5887353651540816951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/5887353651540816951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/5887353651540816951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/05/is-anyone-with-me.html' title='Is anyone with me?'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-1056874921359846009</id><published>2010-05-24T20:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T20:36:25.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this past weekend in review:</title><content type='html'>Friday:&lt;br /&gt;~First day the kids walked home alone.. breakdown for me at work. (shutters)&lt;br /&gt;~Bookclub dinner at the Rock (yummy! 14 people in one booth, hard to hear, but fun!)&lt;br /&gt;~Early to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;~Early to rise (before 7 am ick!)&lt;br /&gt;~Outlet shopping in Fife (RoseART / Mega blocks) Amazing! Need crayons, gluesticks, paint, pencils?? 50 cents! need magnetix? 6$! So cool!&lt;br /&gt;~Old Navy (had no idea it was 1$ flip flop day!)&lt;br /&gt;~Searched the whole store for a new skirt to wear to ex bfs wedding.. in 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;~Found skirt, Sweatheart Jeans (love these Elizabeth), flip flops (of course) and polos for the boys for the wedding.  Gotta be matchy matchy. oh and a soccer ball, spent 40$! (err... with 15 dollars of ONbucks!)Was only in line for 30 mins. bonus.&lt;br /&gt;~Went through Starbucks drive thru for gift cards for wedding and 3 school teachers... and picked up some Passion Tea Lemonade. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;~Went home to get pretty pretty and the boys presentable!&lt;br /&gt;~Off to the wedding of an ex boyfriend, awkward enough.&lt;br /&gt;~Another guy that I dated is married to ex boyfriend's sister.&lt;br /&gt;~Small tiny wedding with fam, friends and twinkie/ding dong/swiss roll cake.&lt;br /&gt;~Food at wedding: Doritos, licorice, m&amp;ms, Cheetos, Trail mix, Cheese Puffs, Choco covered almonds, peppermint candies, brownies, pound cake and a chocolate fountain.&lt;br /&gt;~Got home and quickly realized a nap was needed.&lt;br /&gt;~Mom came over and picked us up for the Ms game where Tucker had a melt down as we were leaving.Isnt 9 too old for a melt down? He was obviously still in need of a nap.&lt;br /&gt;~Ms lost, but we did see a lady taken away on a stretcher (from the 300 level), and two sets of people be taken away by Alcohol Enforcement.&lt;br /&gt;~11 pm Safeway shopping with boys and my mom.  &lt;br /&gt;~Late to bed. :(&lt;br /&gt;~Finished my book though! 'the help' by Kathryn Stockett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;~Early to Rise.  :(:(&lt;br /&gt;~Church&lt;br /&gt;~Visiting Teachers&lt;br /&gt;~Planting Garden at my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;~Postponed Mothers day dinner/Garden Planting Party/Neighborhood bbq&lt;br /&gt;~LOST series finale! *sniff sniff*  Who am i kidding?! *cried my eyes out*&lt;br /&gt;~Late to bed.  :(:(:(:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-1056874921359846009?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/1056874921359846009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=1056874921359846009' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/1056874921359846009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/1056874921359846009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-past-weekend-in-review.html' title='this past weekend in review:'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-9023994572580025950</id><published>2010-05-09T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:47:15.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sooo irritated.....</title><content type='html'>I want to tell you all what happened to me yesterday and want to ask if I have a right to be irritated. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I met this some friends at the Pacific Science Center for a kids play date.  And yes, one of these 'friends' is a new guy. David. David is the one that organized it, he had his daughter Joy this week from AZ. So it was a group invitation, but David and I have been emailing and texting back and forth this week, so I thought that maybe there was something there.  So I was a little excited to spend time with David, even it being a group thing. Turns out 3 other people were there, Tyson and his date Sarah, and Katy and her two daughters. David's daughter's name is Joy is 2 and so much fun!  We hit it off right away.  As most of you know, for some reason, little girls and me mesh.  I think that they just know I have a special place in my heart for little girls.  But back to the museum, I was walking around the butterfly house and Joy held my hand.  And David walked away with Katy's daughters, and I thought... umm.. ok.  I would be glad to take her around.  Then she went with her dad for a bit, but once she saw me, she reached for me.  I took her of course, we walked around for a bit looking at bugs and David found us again, he just stopped and showed Joy things, but then walked away again, leaving Joy with me.  again.  The kids were getting a little restless, so I had snacks in my bag, and fed them all.  We moved to the next exhibit and Joy loved playing in the water, so stayed there for awhile.  David and I chatted for a bit about this and that, I walked away and found my own kids and then we moved to the hamster wheel.  All the kids got inside and then played with the water guns.  I showed Joy and David the ones that shoot up and he said that I am really great with kids, I said thanks! I picked Joy up because she was heading for the water and WE chatted some more and then he said, can I have her now? OH, sure. I said.  But then he seemed irritated that I was with her so much.  So I stayed away.  I know that i might have imagined that or because it was his last full day with her, or something, but it just seemed wierd. Then we left the museum, the boys and I stopped at the restrooms and everyone else left us and went outside.  Tyson and Sarah left but the rest of us went to the food court across the way from the science center.  We seperated and went to get each food and met up again at a big rectangular table.  the boys and I were on one side, Katy and her two girls were on the other side and that left 2 chairs on each end.  David came back, plopped Joy next to me and left to get his food.  And then proceeded to come back and sit at the other end of the table.  And begin eating. HUH. AM I THE BABY SITTER NOW?  OR THE THIRD WHEEL?? &lt;br /&gt;He finally came and got her, we all ate and chatted.  David offered to get everyone ice cream. That kinda made up for it, but not really. As we were walking and Joy grabbed for my hand, I took hers, but then she grabbed for David's and I let go.  I just didnt want it to be wierd again.  we all sat at another table and half way through guess who found my lap. Yup. Joy.  And then guess who asked me to smell if her diaper was stinky? Yup. David.  I didnt do it. I told him he had to get up and do it himself.  Then we all left, and that was it. I left feeling indifferent.  Am I wrong?  If you dont think so, this is the part that I didnt tell you, Katy, is his ex gf.  Katy and him were dating exclusively just until just a bit ago, but David and Katy had a date last friday.  And while on that date they attended the Single Adult bowling night where I asked Katy if she was interested in David and that is when she gave me the scoop that they were, but they arent now and she isnt interested in him anymore but he is interested in her.  GOOD TO KNOW.  So knowing this, seeing them at the science center together, seeing David and Katy and her girls taking pics of each other and all the little inside jokes, I felt like a total louse. I dont even think that is the right word.  Oh and while we were heading for the food court, Katy just happens to mention that she left her credit card and money in the car.  So now I know that David paid for them the entire day.  I know that shouldnt bother me, but it does.  Proves what kind of relationship that they have, she doesnt like him anymore, but is willing to accept his monetary advances.  OK, AND IF YOU DONT KNOW ME BY NOW, I TEND TO OVER THINK THINGS IN MANY MANY WAYS.  YEA, THIS MAY ALL BE A NORMAL SCENARIO. BUT SINCE I LIVED IT, I HAVE TO THINK ABOUT IT.  &lt;br /&gt;While driving home I texted David and Katy and said that I had a great time, blah blah.  Katy got back to me like 2 hours later. David didnt get back to me until today. After I already explained this story to a guy that I know who explained to me how much of a douche David is.  So I am a little less irritated 24 hours later, but not much.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-9023994572580025950?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/9023994572580025950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=9023994572580025950' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/9023994572580025950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/9023994572580025950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/05/sooo-irritated.html' title='sooo irritated.....'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-3766567269881376126</id><published>2010-05-07T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T17:26:39.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friday favorites</title><content type='html'>TEXTS OF THE WEEK (or soo....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soulmate is driving in front of me...bumber stickers that say: 'haaaaave you met ted?' and 'I'm one of the oceanic six.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bacon is powerful but i do occasionally notice other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Philosphy on only going half way, make them come to you.  I need to adopt that in my life once my man-fast is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting.  and by interesting I mean wierd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-3766567269881376126?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/3766567269881376126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=3766567269881376126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/3766567269881376126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/3766567269881376126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/05/friday-favorites.html' title='friday favorites'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-4917114029292829525</id><published>2010-04-23T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T16:13:13.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi-larious!</title><content type='html'>http://listoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-kind-of-wife-are-you-test-of-day.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, April 23, 2010&lt;br /&gt;Test Of The Day: What Kind of Wife Are You? &lt;br /&gt;Hello! Daisy here. Cary has invited me and a few other readers to occasionally contribute a post to List Of The Day. This is my first attempt. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you, Cary, for the invitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A copy of Look Magazine, dated April 2, 1946, came into my possession recently. In it I found a quiz titled "What Kind of Wife Are You?" with 36 questions to help you determine if you are a good wife. The "right" answer to each is supposed to be option #3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are ten of the questions I found most amusing. I added my own answer after each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my husband phones at the last minute and says he's bringing guests for dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I try to get him to cancel the invitation.&lt;br /&gt;2. I do the best I can, but I really don't like sudden parties.&lt;br /&gt;3. I expect the guests to take pot luck, but I accept the situation as a challenge and enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my husband is phoning home on his way from work, he's going to be calling an empty house, because he gets home before I do. If he is bringing dinner guests home with him, he better bring a pizza along too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fix my hair and make up before breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rarely; I don't have the time.&lt;br /&gt;2. Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;3. Practically always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA! Why would I do that? He just saw me two minutes ago upstairs with bed head and wearing my frumpy pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerning my household budget, I find:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In these times it's impossible to keep within it.&lt;br /&gt;2. I never run over it.&lt;br /&gt;3. I run over one month and make it up another month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My" household budget? Shouldn't it be "our" household budget? Shouldn't both my husband and I be responsible for how the money is handled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it best for a woman to take a passive attitude in sex relations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes, since I would prefer none at all but I accede to my husband's desires.&lt;br /&gt;2. Yes, since by nature woman is after all the passive partner.&lt;br /&gt;3. No; sex relations are now necessary to me; I can't be passive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer #1--Seriously??? Who prefers none at all? What kind of a sad relationship that must be! Answers #2 and #3--Hogwash! Women, like men, are both passive and aggressive in sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my husband comes home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I let him know that I am just as tired as he is.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am tired but try to hide it.&lt;br /&gt;3. I try to be as fresh as possible by resting during the day whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to "let him know" that I'm as tired as he is. He already knows that. He knows we both work hard, and at the end of the day we are both tired. Neither of us tries to hide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerning my appearance at dinnertime each night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Since my husband never notices me, there's no point in making a special effort to look well.&lt;br /&gt;2. When I have time, I make an effort to look well.&lt;br /&gt;3. I always "fix up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the breakfast question, why do I have to "fix up" just to share a meal with my husband? If we were dining out for a special occasion, maybe, but sharing meat loaf and mashed potatoes at home doesn't require lipstick and high heels on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my husband's hobbies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I feel resentful because they take up time we might spend together.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am tolerant of them but not really interested.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have learned to be interested in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the above. We aren't joined at the hip. We don't have to do everything together. We each have our own interests. Some of our interests we share and some of them we don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While cooking during the last year, I have cut or burned myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Frequently&lt;br /&gt;2. Occasionally&lt;br /&gt;3. Almost never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft! I refused to even answer this question due to the fact that I thought it was incredibly stupid! What does this question have to do with being a good wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am not feeling well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I expect my husband to put up with my bad temper or depression and be nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;2. I try to be cheerful and conceal the way I feel from my husband.&lt;br /&gt;3. I tell my husband how I feel and, without whining or complaining, try to carry on as well as I can under the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do expect him to make an extra effort to be nice to me and take care of me. I do try to be cheerful in spite of how I'm feeling, and I do try to carry on as well as I can. I expect the same behavior from him when he is feeling ill. We both fail miserably at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I prepare meals, I find that I have forgotten to buy something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Frequently; it's just too difficult to keep track of all I need.&lt;br /&gt;2. Fairly often; but I am improving in this respect.&lt;br /&gt;3. Seldom; I have a system that works most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this question outright annoying. It assumes that the wife does all the cooking, meal planning, and grocery shopping. Both husband and wife are perfectly capable of these tasks. Besides, if I find something missing that I had planned on using for a meal, it's because one of my sons ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking the test, I have to admit I failed as a "good wife" according to that writer's standards. So does that mean I'm NOT a good wife? To be truthful, I think some days I am and some days I'm not. If you really want to know, you could ask my husband. We've been married for 24 years, so I guess he's had enough time to decide by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://listoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-kind-of-wife-are-you-test-of-day.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-4917114029292829525?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/4917114029292829525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=4917114029292829525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4917114029292829525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4917114029292829525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/04/hi-larious.html' title='Hi-larious!'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-1269877316993359413</id><published>2010-04-22T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T21:34:40.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more email....</title><content type='html'>I know I should blog about something more important like Easter and the lice that we had but its easier just to share the random email that I got from a guy that I have not chatted/emailed/friend requested:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello... My name is Dan. I saw that you had stopped by for a looksy, but didn't say hello... I know how it is... sometimes you just don't have time to message every hot guy lol! Anyway, I'm going to be in Seattle on the 27th, and I was wondering if that's anywhere near where you are? I'll have most of my day free after about 1pm and would love to make a new friend in the area. Drop me a line... I'd love to hear from you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea....... kinda wierd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-1269877316993359413?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/1269877316993359413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=1269877316993359413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/1269877316993359413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/1269877316993359413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/04/1-more-email.html' title='1 more email....'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-516078124776148863</id><published>2010-04-15T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T15:10:16.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I doubt you want to see... online daters photos....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/25tyg3k.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO WOULDN'T WANT TO FALL FOR A MAN AND HIS LOVE OF GIANT PRETZELS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/j76uet.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCARY THAT HIS USERNAME IS 'MUSCLETONGUE', ALL THREE OF HIS PICS ARE LIKE THIS. DOES HE PLAN ON STAYING TO THE SIDE THE ENTIRE DATE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2mxn4ld.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURE A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/53mnpf.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURE B.  &lt;br /&gt;BOTH A AND B ARE FROM THE SAME PROFILE, DO THEY LOOK SIMILAR TO YOU? YEA, ME NEITHER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/evdx61.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLAMOUR SHOTS ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/j7q0bm.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLAIMS TO BE 35 YEARS OLD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/i53qch.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOODY, MORE GLAMOUR SHOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2lmpikh.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LABELED 'OUTDOORSY'... HE HIKES IN A BUTTON UP AND SLACKS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/20k94d3.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOULD BE LABELS 'THIS IS WHAT I WOULD LOOK LIKE IF I WASNT IN FOCUS.' WHY EVEN POST THIS PIC?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-516078124776148863?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/516078124776148863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=516078124776148863' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/516078124776148863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/516078124776148863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-doubt-you-want-to-see-online-daters.html' title='I doubt you want to see... online daters photos....'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/25tyg3k_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-4529682153176736283</id><published>2010-04-13T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:05:59.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saw this at Williams Sonoma...</title><content type='html'>And the one thing that bothers me is that you cant actually make pancakes, even though its called a Pancake Waffle Pan! But don't get me wrong, I still want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/hts4qt.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-4529682153176736283?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/4529682153176736283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=4529682153176736283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4529682153176736283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4529682153176736283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/04/saw-this-at-williams-sonoma.html' title='saw this at Williams Sonoma...'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/hts4qt_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-3888049075262052745</id><published>2010-04-13T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T08:59:28.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you realized, ONCE AGAIN, that you have divorced a whole family...</title><content type='html'>I don’t know anyone else who can understand this, but here goes.  I was at my ex’s picking up the boys last night, and his wife said that they are going out of town next month for a wedding of my ex’s littlest sister.  Oh, she is getting married? Yea, didn’t you know? she said.  Um no.  Let me repeat this one more time to you I don’t talk to the Lee Family.  So later on,I called the boys grandma, the mom of my ex about if she was tutoring the boys today, and I tell her, oh congrats on the wedding, I heard about it today.  and she says oh…. I guess I don’t have your address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, its ok, I wasn’t looking for an invitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, its not an invitation, its an announcement! They arent doing anything in WA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. I don’t need one of those either, I am not really part of the family anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, umm.. yea.. well.. you are… kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I said it out loud means that I have accepted it, you don’t need to sugar coat it and try to smooth out these wrinkles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just irritated me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then realizing that the mom isn’t the one sending out the invites, it’s the daughter, so its obvious that she didn’t want to announce it to me, which in turn brings out all the emotions that I have had for the past 7 years about the family and how I was kinda banished, ok.. that isn’t the right word, but how I once had another family that helped me, and I comforted them and how we laughed and cried. And now I don’t.  I don’t hear about anything in their lives, if I do, its second hand.  So its just one of those things that happen in life after divorce.  And even years later it will irritate me.  It shouldn't I know.  It isnt heathly I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-3888049075262052745?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/3888049075262052745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=3888049075262052745' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/3888049075262052745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/3888049075262052745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-you-realized-once-again-that-you.html' title='When you realized, ONCE AGAIN, that you have divorced a whole family...'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-4169830037178038447</id><published>2010-04-02T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T16:10:16.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and then.... Friday Favorites</title><content type='html'>Texts of the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just actually made dinner and it involved all of the food groups.  impressive right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gas station sign: a balanced diet is chocolate in both hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats nasty.  and no i wont try and tell you what it tasted like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh its not that cold, do you ever not wear a scarf?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not from this last week, but worthy of mention:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky is here and has on the ugliest pants in the history of all pants.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-4169830037178038447?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/4169830037178038447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=4169830037178038447' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4169830037178038447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4169830037178038447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-then-friday-favorites.html' title='and then.... Friday Favorites'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-6480048792382911445</id><published>2010-04-02T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T16:03:08.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY EASTER!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/10fq42e.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-6480048792382911445?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/6480048792382911445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=6480048792382911445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/6480048792382911445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/6480048792382911445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html' title='HAPPY EASTER!!'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/10fq42e_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-103162100854820420</id><published>2010-04-01T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T18:27:40.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>online daters update:</title><content type='html'>After paying my 15$ last sunday and 5 days of emailing, I am officially frustrated and bored.  I was emailing a few guys back and forth and now it has dropped off to no one.  Talk about instant gratification and then not. Or whatever the opposite of that is.  Last night I emailed 5 different guys, one of which's profile was pretty awesome(see below)*, but no response today.  And I see that they have been online.  And this is the frustrating part, I wouldnt normally make the first move in real life, so why do it online?  Who knows! Oh wait, I do, because I feel desperate.  There arent very many that are within 200 miles of Renton, that 1: I am attracted to. 2: seem funny, witty or clever. or 3: respond to my emails.  I always do this, get on a site, pay for my month and then am bored within 2 weeks, and this is even less.  Well cross your fingers for me anyways, maybe an email will appear tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I don't want to sound cynical, but I have decided to be honest about what I'm looking for. I fully realize this probably won't work. The funny, sarcastic, and cocky essay I had here before was definitely better material. But I'm in the mood to tell the truth and you can't talk me out of it. And I'm interested in seeing how you respond to what I REALLY think about women. So if you think you can handle it, read this and respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a guide to recognizing if you are the kind of woman I would like to spend time with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You are either wise enough to appreciate my good qualities and convince yourself of what a great catch I am OR by some quirk of genetics, timing, or feminine intuition you find yourself very attracted to me. Either one is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You can treat me well. If you can't be kind and loving toward me, then I will not enjoy being around you. If you are less than perfect, well, everyone is, so I will overlook that. But I expect you to try. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You have or are attempting to have standards of how you allow yourself to be treated. I don't especially want to be your first experiment in not being abused. But if by fate it turns out that I am, you have to have a good attitude about dealing with and overcoming your issues, deep sadness, attitude problems, etc stemming from your traumatic past. I like the Goth aesthetic, but there’s only so much sad poetry I can take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I accept and appreciate various levels of clinginess and/or independence for their respective merits, but I'll like you best if you are efficient, clean, and organized. At an emotional level, I need you to be cleaner than I am. I'm very good at math, but like some sort of living male stereotype I can't fold things at all so I currently have to have a maid. I admire and appreciate women who keep a clean and pleasant house. Oh, yeah, and even if you are very clean I'll keep the maid, if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You like or at least very patiently endure cooking things. In our fast-food world it's a greatly undervalued skill. I am a very sexy cook. And if you treat me right you will find this out firsthand. But making me healthy food is one of the best ways to get on my good side and receive a virtual flood of sincere compliments and thanks. (And one of the best ways to keep me looking good.) I might as well just put up a sign that says, "Will trade iPods, nice jewelry and an endless array of other thoughtful gifts for home cooked meals". In fact, I would go so far as to say I’ll do the dishes if you cook for me, even though I kinda hate doing dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* This leads me to my next point: I'm an adventurous eater and world traveler. So hopefully you don't mind trying new things to eat. And hopefully you don't mind trying new things from time to time while wearing nice clothes at a variety of eating establishments, sometimes even in different exotic parts of the world. Because I will be more than a little irritated if I have to leave you at home while I go to Paris because you won’t try anything new and only eat hamburgers. I will send you a sarcastic postcard with a picture of the Eiffel tower and an angry French mime just to highlight my irritation about you not being there with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You should be smart and probably have some education. Or you at least like smart people. I'm an intellectual and I'm intelligent. It's an unfortunate set of facts that I frequently regret. I truly don't discriminate against less educated people, but if you hate books and you hate intellectual people, then you may very likely want to choke me after or during our very first conversation. I'll be thinking: "Wow, this girl is so sweet and fun to be around. Who cares if she was raised by wolves!" And you will be thinking: "What is this guy even talking about? He's so sexy but I am going to choke the life out of him!pan&amp;gt; Grrrrr!" I'm really not looking for someone to argue with. You don't have to impress me. You just have get enjoyment out of talking with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You should care about how you look and how the things around you look. You must take care of yourself physically. I love a woman who knows how to look nice and can make a room or a house look nice. If you don't care how you look or you won't take care of yourself physically, then I don't think we will be a very good match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's a pretty good overview of what I'm looking for. It was pretty tough to be so honest. I'm curious to see how you respond to it. So feel free to e-mail me with stuff like, "Wow, I think I'm just the lady for you. Can you come over for dinner on Thursday?" or even "Dude, you are amazingly lame! You really think women should cook for you and _enjoy_ it? What a sexist jerk!" Let me tell you, people think Hemingway was a sexist jerk, too. But the difference is that Hemingway was a wimp. I don’t plan on shooting myself in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm interested in hearing what you have to say either way. And I'll respond.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUDE... Can this guy write a novel or what?  He sounds pretty good to me, and in his profile pic, he is holding a bunny! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-103162100854820420?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/103162100854820420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=103162100854820420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/103162100854820420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/103162100854820420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/04/online-daters-update.html' title='online daters update:'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-7834391243046489913</id><published>2010-03-31T13:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T13:49:15.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting..... and colorful!!</title><content type='html'>http://michellesjournalcorner.blogspot.com/search/label/Muffin%20Tin%20Monday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-7834391243046489913?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/7834391243046489913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=7834391243046489913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/7834391243046489913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/7834391243046489913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/03/interesting-and-colorful.html' title='interesting..... and colorful!!'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-2969676728329053811</id><published>2010-03-30T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T18:30:20.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WTMI</title><content type='html'>I have been meaning to blog about this for some time... and may add to it when I get a chance, but it frustrates me.  At work I am the front desk receptionist, above my desk is the the main stairwell, to my left is the front door, to my right is the lunch room, next to that, the elevator and next to that, the door to the restrooms and warehouse, so you can see that I see alot of foot traffic during the day.  And oddly enough, I have found that alot of people i.e. coworkers, feel the need to talk to me as they walk by.  Some saying pleasantries, (err... is that spelled right?), some just mumbling, some announcing what they are doing, about to do or just did.  But there is one special group, who, on mutiple occasions will announce their bodily functions and problems... and to these I say...I DON'T NEED TO KNOW!!  I dont care that it's 'your time', it doesn't need to be announced to me that your lunch isn't agreeing with you, and i wasnt aware, nor did i need to know, that you have a yeast infection AGAIN. And I am not actually using the words that they use, because really, those don't need to be repeated. I don't tell you my problems, I don't walk by your desk just to share these things! STOP THE MADNESS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-2969676728329053811?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/2969676728329053811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=2969676728329053811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/2969676728329053811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/2969676728329053811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/03/wtmi.html' title='WTMI'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-2161035735634545741</id><published>2010-03-27T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:56:46.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to be a runner....</title><content type='html'>And I know that I have said this for years. And i tried.  Ok, I kinda tried.  But I still want to.  But just now it hit me again.  Alex was yelling for the far part of the yard 'MOOOOOOM!!! TUCKER FELL!!!' ok, so Mom mode kicked in and I ran and ran, turns out when I got to the kids, Alex actually yelled 'MOOOOOOOMMMM!!! TUCKER WON'T HELP!' So see... obviously in Mom mode, you totally miss entire words.  I ran the way back to the apartment and loved it, ok maybe it was the adrenaline, but I will take it.  I want to be a runner.  Again.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-2161035735634545741?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/2161035735634545741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=2161035735634545741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/2161035735634545741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/2161035735634545741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-to-be-runner.html' title='i want to be a runner....'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-2188129580719737905</id><published>2010-03-26T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T16:48:23.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friday favorites....</title><content type='html'>5 Texts that I love, you might too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made the executive decision that it's okay to have pour over cheddar butter popcorn for lunch if you have a salad first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just fondued bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dayquil and nyquil are my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you believe everything you read in books? they are not all to be trusted....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so icky today. i'm ready to go home already. oh wait, I'm still in my parking lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-2188129580719737905?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/2188129580719737905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=2188129580719737905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/2188129580719737905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/2188129580719737905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/03/friday-favorites.html' title='friday favorites....'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-8496287068008643657</id><published>2010-03-25T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T16:09:24.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NEW BF...ok, just my new TV bf.</title><content type='html'>isnt he pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/33w5fh3.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is on a show called 'life unexpected'... he plays a lazy owner of a bar. I know how to pick em right??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/30ms6dd.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-8496287068008643657?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/8496287068008643657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=8496287068008643657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8496287068008643657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8496287068008643657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-new-bfok-just-my-new-tv-bf.html' title='MY NEW BF...ok, just my new TV bf.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/33w5fh3_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-4195925243546399602</id><published>2010-03-24T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T22:14:22.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if you need a funny blog to follow: THE funniest person I know...</title><content type='html'>http://vegetablesarenasty.blogspot.com/2008/08/cant-believe-its-taken-me-this-long-to.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-4195925243546399602?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/4195925243546399602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=4195925243546399602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4195925243546399602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4195925243546399602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-need-funny-blog-to-follow.html' title='if you need a funny blog to follow: THE funniest person I know...'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-2738988381778917771</id><published>2010-03-24T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:40:59.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When little sisters attack....</title><content type='html'>So I was hanging out with my surrogate little sister last saturday and I was showing her the online daters that I read about and she took the law into her own hands, while I was at the eye drs'...she created a profile for me. &lt;br /&gt;Here is what she said: &lt;em&gt;I am AWESOME! I like to have a fun time and go out, but staying at home watching movies or having a game night with my friends is a must too. I have two beautiful boys, 9 and 11, who are extremely funny and we have the time of our lives together! I loooove bacon...and yes you might think that EVERYONE loves bacon, but not as much as I do haha I am very family and church oriented and just looking for someone to share my amazing life with :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed so hard.  I think I might have her make all my profile intros. So lets see who the lucky ones are that have contacted me.... (grr.. its $15 dollars to join for a month/same as the other one). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USERNAME Large1 and his profile says:&lt;strong&gt;Ok, the Basics: I want to get married and start a family. Any questions? Are you ready to apply? All applicants will receive a kind and proper response. Will you be the one selected? -- Send me a message!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USERNAME LDSRICK and his profile says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Success!! To laugh often and much; To win the respect of Intelligent people and the affection of children to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty , to find the best in other ; To leave the world a bit better , whether by a healthy child , a garden patch or a redeemed social condition ; To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived . This is to have succeeded . My name is Ricardo . I put the gospel before any thing else . Work hard and know how to cook Mexican food Italian and American . I love having fun either with friends or family and I am looking for friends with the same beliefs as me . I'm 100% real I don't believe in games , lies or drama !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USERNAME PEPELE PEW and his profile says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just looking for a strong connection, and a good relationship; all the other minutia will fall into place, right? Oh, one thing though: If you're not currently using an active Temple recommend, let's just not waste time. The Church is way too important to me to mess around with inactivity and such. Also, I think I'm done having children. 4 is enough, don't you think? They're wonderful, and I am focused on giving them as good a life as I can in my role.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last one is my friend Paul Johnson, he is really nice and I think its great that he just puts it out there, you dont have a recommend, dont waste my time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-2738988381778917771?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/2738988381778917771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=2738988381778917771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/2738988381778917771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/2738988381778917771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-little-sisters-attack.html' title='When little sisters attack....'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-4316225154885322510</id><published>2010-03-23T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T15:32:18.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love these guys.</title><content type='html'>WITH A PROFILE OPENER, WHO WOULDNT WANT TO CONTACT THIS GUY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after my 3rd try on here I'm finding it hard to think of a reason to stay on here . Hmmm ! C'mon on ladies , put ur best foot forward without being all high and mighty . Is that a common thing here in Utah ?ha ha ;) I'm laid Back and pretty easy going and just looking for a fun date or something . So let's chat . Hope to hear from ya, oh and if you think your the greastest thing since sliced bread , it won't work . Like I said i'd like to find a plain and simple girl not one who's stuck on themselves . Happy hunting lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-4316225154885322510?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/4316225154885322510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=4316225154885322510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4316225154885322510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4316225154885322510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/03/gotta-love-these-guys.html' title='Gotta love these guys.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-7853996606851105831</id><published>2010-03-23T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T08:24:36.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for you foodies like me....</title><content type='html'>http://savoryseasonings.blogspot.com/search/label/Breads:%20Crackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so i need to learn how to 'link' like everyone else, but I had to share this, SHE MAKES HER OWN GOLDFISH CRACKERS!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-7853996606851105831?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/7853996606851105831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=7853996606851105831' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/7853996606851105831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/7853996606851105831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-you-foodies-like-me.html' title='for you foodies like me....'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-8015555783119741128</id><published>2010-03-21T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T18:25:53.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the pros and/or cons of ONLINE PROFILES..</title><content type='html'>Julie has reminded me that I need to share with the rest of the world what we see on a weekly basis on profiles of online daters, and I also love, as Julie stated, how anyone who is married should appreciate their spouses more because you dont have to deal with these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is an email that I got recently and I laughed and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;sidenote: grammar and punctuation has not been changed to protect the writer, who in this instance is 'Capt. Obvious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow, Somethng about your smile is absolutely intoxicating! Your really have oe of thoes nuclear smiles. So very beautiful, completely stunning. You must get like50 email a day. I would worship you as the maddening manifestation of the miraculous that you are. I am fully aware just what a special gift feminine you are. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This has been my favorite profile as of late, and by favorite I mean, awful... he just goes on and on... FOREVER.... but here was the best part:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Typically I like &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=women"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;women&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; that have red hair, blonde hair, slender, and have a bust of at least 34B cup, I also like black &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=women"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;women&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, but to actually say that a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=woman"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; has to be within these guidelines is not only shallow but insignificant!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK... now onto a few that are promising.  Not all are like this, but you have to see the bad with the good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First and foremost, YEAH CANADA!!!!! How about those Olympics?&lt;br /&gt;Well Hello.... I have &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=read"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;read&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; some &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=interesting"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;interesting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; disclaimers while on this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=site"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;site&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, so here are mine.&lt;br /&gt;1. I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=live"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; in Canada, and don't &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=plan"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;plan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; on moving.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am a Police Officer, so I own a gun or two.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am over 30, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=divorced"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;divorced&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, with one son., &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I am too old, you don't want to relocate, or can't stand firearms, then.............. your loss :)&lt;br /&gt;I will say that my son has been the greatest blessing of my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=life"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; (so far)&lt;br /&gt;I take pride in being the fun &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=crazy"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Uncle Jimmy to all my nieces and nephews.&lt;br /&gt;I don't take this internet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=stuff"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stuff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; to seriously, but it does have moments of intrigue.&lt;br /&gt;I also take pride in being a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=true"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; gentleman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next one is my fav so far, P.S. cross your fingers for me, he lives in Seattle, he just needs to be online more. GRR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I did not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=serve"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;serve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=mission"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; because I am a convert and had a child by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=time"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; i joined the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=church"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. I have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=great"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; deal of respect for missionaries, I am very grateful for the ones who converted me, I was so impressed with all the sacrifices they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=made"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; to bring the fullness of truth to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=earth"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.I have a very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=strong"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=testimony"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;testimony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=gospel"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gospel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and I am very grateful for this. When it comes to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=close"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; relationships in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=life"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I am very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=loyal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;loyal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, and as I sated before I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=love"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=spending"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;spending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=time"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=people"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=feel"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=close"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; to. I believe that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=people"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; whom we can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=laugh"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; with are the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=people"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=feel"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; closest to.So obviously I'm looking for a some one I can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=share"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; laughter with. Once I am in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=love"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=love"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; intensely. I really like the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=work"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I do also. It is a terrific &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=thing"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; to create. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=love"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; the feeling I get when I see tunnels, bridges and buildings that I have helped to contribute to the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=line"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; of our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=beautiful"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=city"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; here in Seattle and know that my soul bled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=life"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; into those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssingles.com/search/search_who.html?who=keyword_browsing&amp;amp;keyword=great"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; structures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-8015555783119741128?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/8015555783119741128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=8015555783119741128' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8015555783119741128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8015555783119741128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/03/pros-andor-cons-of-online-profiles.html' title='the pros and/or cons of ONLINE PROFILES..'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-8500980494328283937</id><published>2010-03-19T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T16:19:28.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>must update.....</title><content type='html'>Laura has been bugging me (no offense sister) that I should blog more, I hardly ever do and she wants to keep up to date with the happenings of my life, so here goes. &lt;br /&gt;Tucker turned 9 today!  9!!!!  Looking at Laura's babies (my two beautiful newly born nieces) brings me back to the days that my boys were little.  It was so looong ago.  What's funny is that, about a month ago, I was sitting at girl's night with Quinae, Kelsey and Kacey, and they were asking me all kinds of questions about raising kids and potty training and it hit me, I WAS THE SEASONED AND WISE ONE!   What??!! Oh that made me feel old. But not as old as what happened to me two weeks ago.  I was out with my friends Dann, Erin, Michael (Erin's bf) and Lainie (Erin's co worker).  Lainie and I hit it off pretty well, same humor and such, and then she said something that came straight from the devil. We were just talking about normal things and she said 'well, you would know, you are my age.' &lt;br /&gt;sidebar : I dont have a 'thing' about age. That my sister Tracie's arena. But I do, have a 'something'.... I dont look my age, no one has ever gotten my age right, I almost always dated guys who are younger than me, its just because I look and act young.  or immature as my sister states it. I know, not so much of an esteem boaster that one. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so back to the story, so when she said that I am her age, I stop. straighten up. look her in the eye and ask.  how old are you? she says she will be 40 in july. &lt;br /&gt;I DIED.&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT THERE.&lt;br /&gt;ON THE SIDEWALK.&lt;br /&gt;IN FRONT OF CENTRAL THEATRE.&lt;br /&gt;and then i cried.  I said, i am not your age!&lt;br /&gt;Her defense was that i have an 11 year old son. I said, but then i could be 26 years old!!&lt;br /&gt;My other friends all laughed, but it has bothered me since.  and probably always will.  eh. my issue i guess.  For the record, I will be 36 this year.  Sounds old doesnt it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-8500980494328283937?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/8500980494328283937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=8500980494328283937' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8500980494328283937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8500980494328283937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/03/must-update.html' title='must update.....'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-8435270948709408161</id><published>2010-03-15T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:10:56.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what made me  happy... in the past week:</title><content type='html'>Monopoly Deal&lt;br /&gt;Tucker and Alex's laughing contest&lt;br /&gt;dancing&lt;br /&gt;naps&lt;br /&gt;Randi's cake (see vegetablesarenasty blog)&lt;br /&gt;pork chops and applesauce&lt;br /&gt;the boys urging me to go down the 'purple thunder slide'&lt;br /&gt;new makeup and brushes.&lt;br /&gt;saving money at Old Navy&lt;br /&gt;warm weather&lt;br /&gt;Nsync 'celebrity'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-8435270948709408161?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/8435270948709408161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=8435270948709408161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8435270948709408161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8435270948709408161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-made-me-happy-in-past-week.html' title='what made me  happy... in the past week:'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-494414091120477429</id><published>2009-06-25T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:14:27.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMAZING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.theuniformproject.com/"&gt;http://www.theuniformproject.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you wear the same dress for 365 days IN A ROW!??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-494414091120477429?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/494414091120477429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=494414091120477429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/494414091120477429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/494414091120477429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2009/06/amazing.html' title='AMAZING!'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-3470788867371676391</id><published>2009-03-19T09:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:25:52.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHECK THIS OUT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thepicaroon.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thepicaroon.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Print me please, is my sister Tracie!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-3470788867371676391?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/3470788867371676391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=3470788867371676391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/3470788867371676391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/3470788867371676391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2009/03/check-this-out.html' title='CHECK THIS OUT!!!'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-5975659990553618831</id><published>2009-01-20T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:31:47.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One wonderful moment...</title><content type='html'>I have been meaning to share this, but totally forgot until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One wonderful moment that was totally unexpected on Christmas day was when my family was gathered around the tree, talking and visiting when my sister decided to open one of the presents that I had given her...... &lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/vdgun5.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as a family we passed around the peeps, and everyone took one.   This is one of those moments that you saw on Friends when Rachel attempted to cook a shepards pie and everyone around the table stopped chewing during the first bite.  (except for Joey of course)  We all had these Peppermint Peeps in our mouths, and no one wanted to be the first one to say what they really thought.  THESE ARE DISGUSTED!  Then the laughing began.  My nephew Brandon slowly realized that would never need to have gum in his car again, because these Peeps refreshed your breath in a instant.  Or for that matter you may never need to brush again, because of the overwhelming freshness that occured. My sister Tracie finally nailed down the flavor of these odd peeps... AQUAFRESH!  Why in the world would you want to buy candy that tastes like toothpaste??  But then again, Julie bought me conversation beans from Jelly Belly &lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2ibj24i.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and I LOVE THEM....  all except the blue ones.  They taste what I imagine toilet bowl cleaner to taste like.  I cant even remember what flavor its SUPPOSED  to be... but whatever, its not that flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. i have to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-5975659990553618831?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/5975659990553618831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=5975659990553618831' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/5975659990553618831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/5975659990553618831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-wonderful-moment.html' title='One wonderful moment...'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/vdgun5_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-8540198586976018200</id><published>2009-01-20T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:53:44.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what made me happy today:</title><content type='html'>Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;cupcakes from Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;reading blogs.&lt;br /&gt;blogging.&lt;br /&gt;flair.&lt;br /&gt;Hearing baby John yell  Mouse!! at the top of his lungs.&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;The Mens Room on KISW&lt;br /&gt;lasagna leftovers that remind me of twilight.&lt;br /&gt;socks.&lt;br /&gt;texting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-8540198586976018200?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/8540198586976018200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=8540198586976018200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8540198586976018200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8540198586976018200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-made-me-happy-today.html' title='what made me happy today:'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-1458151185495766313</id><published>2008-12-29T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:55:58.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i really should do more..... i feel kinda... boring...</title><content type='html'>What Have You Done? To participate, just copy and paste in your own blog, and bold all of the things you have done. It's kind of fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Been to Disneyland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;br /&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;br /&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57. Started a business&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Seen Mount Rushmore in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;101. Learned to play an instrument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-1458151185495766313?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/1458151185495766313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=1458151185495766313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/1458151185495766313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/1458151185495766313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-really-should-do-more-i-feel-kinda.html' title='i really should do more..... i feel kinda... boring...'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-6891477747095965547</id><published>2008-12-27T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T17:26:15.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all I want for christmas.....</title><content type='html'>Some of my fav things from the past few days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my fav gifts (this will be blogged about again since I havent taken a pic of scarf #39)&lt;br /&gt;... but here it is... a perfect box under the tree.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/28tz2up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was filled with pics of all my new Dunder Miflin Office products to decorate my desk with! Yippee!! One sad thing is that, the actual gifts are still stuck behind snow somewhere in a FedEX truck. The box here had just pics of my gifts in it! It was still amazing. Tracie always thinks of the perfect things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2mg9tv9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Tucker and Alex after an afternoon of sledding. Tucker doesnt look happy at all. He didnt want to come inside, but Alex's hands were a frozen mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/25fn9cj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for something completely random, Michael and I found this at a truck stop.  Burger King Ketchup and Fries Chips.  ??  Because they arent fried already? .. I didnt buy them. Was that a mistake??? :) ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-6891477747095965547?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/6891477747095965547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=6891477747095965547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/6891477747095965547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/6891477747095965547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='all I want for christmas.....'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/28tz2up_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-4392331617437386854</id><published>2008-12-24T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T14:53:41.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>Did it sneek up on anyone else this year? All of a sudden... THE HOLIDAYS! And its ironic when people say that, because the holidays come the same time every year... its not like its a suprise or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since we have been blanketed with snow in A-BUN-DANCE i have time to blog. Well really, I dont have "time time" since I should be working, but nevertheless, here are some thoughts and things for you to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i27.tinypic.com/2hs24qg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Minds Season 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you need a good nerdy white boy fix (like me! mmm MGG) or a hottie hottie hunk-a-black-man fix (guaranteed that Morgan will call you babygirl)... this is the show for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 422px; HEIGHT: 257px" height="416" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/20ijuw3.jpg" width="496" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Season 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, my love of the nerdy white boy continues, the extras on this DVD made me laugh. And plus, how can you deny a spy in sneaker??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/epiwd2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this new website that a co-worker told me about: despair.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 524px; HEIGHT: 492px" height="486" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/10h546d.jpg" width="692" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a funny cartoon from Erin ... ( you cant see it... But she says ' ANXIETY GIRL!!!! ABLE TO JUMP TO THE WORST CONCLUSION IN A SINGLE BOUND' very funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/aeqhrr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnd because nothing says Christmas like bacon, one of my fav things that Julie has ever given me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-4392331617437386854?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/4392331617437386854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=4392331617437386854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4392331617437386854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4392331617437386854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i27.tinypic.com/2hs24qg_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-5175353226888831158</id><published>2008-12-20T22:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:08:53.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/fphk2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BIG SLEDDERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/whnqqb.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNOW LOVE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/i6jxu0.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY SANTA IS AWESOME..... HE &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; BRINGS SHOES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-5175353226888831158?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/5175353226888831158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=5175353226888831158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/5175353226888831158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/5175353226888831158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2008/12/december.html' title='December'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/fphk2_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-4675651062617422511</id><published>2008-12-07T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:27:13.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my phone fills up fast.</title><content type='html'>I know it already. its icky. you dont put mayo on a taco.  (tucker liked the baconaise on his!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday is the new thursday this week. go team tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you serious? you dont remember me always smelling like auto shop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats the big deal with twilight anyway? (uhhh... its awesome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eggnog is horrid. yukky yuk yuk. but if thats your thing, who am i to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jason jason?! Betterbelieveitgay jason?! hahaha yea, he is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katie and i are eating actual bacon. jealous much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy ham. so bacon in a sense. (NO. SO NOT.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, once i am awake i have the ability of saying marvelous and true things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note. I am going to need another hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg youre saying i'm fat!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm definately not in Tuscon anymore. BRRR..... (and you didnt even bring us some sun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy in front of me at the gas station is filling up plastic buckets in his trunk. Does that just seem super not safe to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so retarded... this is becoming too stressful to be with a boy who doesnt kow what he is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg mike is beautiful! you got a piece of that?! I am so jealous lol (dont be...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bacon addiction??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cooking right in front of the sign that says not to at the church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-4675651062617422511?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/4675651062617422511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=4675651062617422511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4675651062617422511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4675651062617422511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-phone-fills-up-fast.html' title='my phone fills up fast.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-3876788474150378329</id><published>2008-11-02T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:00:21.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my funny peeps who like to text:</title><content type='html'>Did you figure out the bacon ringtone?   (nope!!!! that part sucks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my favorite jelly bean is still the buttered popcorn kind.  (ummm!  me too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  And checking him on IMDB goes along with being a twilight dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day: if you're bored, you're boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy annoying batman!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bagel is worth too much to waste by getting blood on it.  (yum, cinnamon PANERA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.  Entertain me.   (Demanding much??!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um.. I'm going shopping with my mom.  I dont know how that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to see the new James Bond movie.  (again... Demanding?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing a skirt that will be too short in 2 days.  (thats a good thing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm chocolate  (that..... from a guy!  crazy huh?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-3876788474150378329?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/3876788474150378329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=3876788474150378329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/3876788474150378329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/3876788474150378329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-funny-peeps-who-like-to-text.html' title='my funny peeps who like to text:'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-609032564456112392</id><published>2008-10-14T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:36:26.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>awwww...</title><content type='html'>I heart CHUCK.  Especially in his white Chuck Taylors, hopping down the hallway.  Why can't he ever get the girl in the end?????!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-609032564456112392?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/609032564456112392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=609032564456112392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/609032564456112392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/609032564456112392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2008/10/awwww.html' title='awwww...'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-7389946369922697681</id><published>2008-10-11T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:21:32.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prayer changes things</title><content type='html'>So since I am becoming a blog-aholic again... I wanted to catch you up on things.  In June, I quit my job.  Scariest answer I have ever gotten.  But when Heavenly Father tells you to do something.  You do it.  I was actually praying about how to make my job better, and this is the answer that I got.  So I was scared but I was also confident.  In a scary way.  But the great part about it was that I was only out of a job for 2 days.  I was lead to the job I have now through a gal at church, and she helped me a ton.  So I am now an Admin assistant and front desk reception to practically 30 people. HR, sales reps, call center and all three managers.  I really enjoy it.  After 4 months I am still challenged and still have questions. &lt;br /&gt;Also its a little more money and benefits and a few LDS co-workers.  Heavenly Father really blessed me.  I dont know how I deserve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-7389946369922697681?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/7389946369922697681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=7389946369922697681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/7389946369922697681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/7389946369922697681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2008/10/prayer-changes-things.html' title='prayer changes things'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-8424812923170736082</id><published>2008-10-03T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T14:14:28.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emilia suggested...</title><content type='html'>that i write a book about the 'rules of Assface-age' or 'Assfaceism'... not really sure if thats the correct term that we will use, but whatever.  And I doubt I will actually write a book, but she is new to the term and a-faces in general, so us veterans should teach the youngsters (ha!) a thing or two.&lt;br /&gt;So post your said rules here or on Myspace.&lt;br /&gt;And we will discuss later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-8424812923170736082?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/8424812923170736082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=8424812923170736082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8424812923170736082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8424812923170736082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2008/10/emilia-suggested.html' title='Emilia suggested...'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-2584701723272075142</id><published>2008-10-01T14:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:16:58.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>would you live here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://art.commongate.com/post/reversible-destiny_lofts_by_arakawa_and_gins/photos/33910"&gt;http://art.commongate.com/post/reversible-destiny_lofts_by_arakawa_and_gins/photos/33910&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Suess is alive and well... apparently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-2584701723272075142?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/2584701723272075142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=2584701723272075142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/2584701723272075142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/2584701723272075142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2008/10/would-you-live-here.html' title='would you live here?'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-7884105934529331465</id><published>2008-09-27T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:18:25.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm texts i love</title><content type='html'>wouldnt it be awesome if there were such a thing as a bacon diet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost threw my alarm clock across the room when it went off this morning.you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was not my day. a bird crapped on my head. and just now a girl riding in the elevator with me just barfed all over the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a scarf shortage thanks to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot guy singing. your type.  and i think he is single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although the other guy in the bathroom observed the 1 3 5 rule, he broke another important one.  he made peeing relief sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is the best solution so often... ice cream can fix so much.  ice cream = true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait a minute.. wasnt this a church dance? .. crap i knew i shoulda gone.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks bacony....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a crap day.  i am going home and watching lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good to know that dummies and funnier are the same numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh.  you can smuggle diamonds in a goat.  good to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf? fred meyer has christmas lights out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgoodness i was laughing so hard when you wanted to stab that married couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a lovely day for a scarf. cold and sunny! lucky you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wanna hear something crazy? josie is in the same co-op as dave matthews kids! i have his home number! would never use it but still!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-7884105934529331465?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/7884105934529331465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=7884105934529331465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/7884105934529331465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/7884105934529331465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2008/09/mmm-texts-i-love.html' title='mmm texts i love'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-8169757415396858525</id><published>2008-09-25T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:58:06.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog to read</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://waiterrant.net/"&gt;http://waiterrant.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i stumble around the universe of blogspot, i seem to have found the blog of the author of a book i wanted to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well now, i dont have to really read the book, but his blog is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-8169757415396858525?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/8169757415396858525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=8169757415396858525' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8169757415396858525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8169757415396858525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-blog-to-read.html' title='new blog to read'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-2635921451104808023</id><published>2008-09-23T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:49:20.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just because you dont know enough about me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10 Years ago I was:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. married..&lt;br /&gt;2. and pregnant..&lt;br /&gt;3. working full time...&lt;br /&gt;4. trying to fit in in a family ward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things on today's to do list:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. work&lt;br /&gt;2.make this headache go away&lt;br /&gt;3. get my oil changed&lt;br /&gt;4. go to the Mariners game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snacks I enjoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. chips and dip&lt;br /&gt;2. anything with bacon&lt;br /&gt;3. warm choco chip cookies&lt;br /&gt;4. brownies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I would do if I were a millionare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. buy a house&lt;br /&gt;2. and a car&lt;br /&gt;3. save for college&lt;br /&gt;4. and travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Places I have lived:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Renton, WA&lt;br /&gt;2. Kent, WA&lt;br /&gt;3. Homeland, CA&lt;br /&gt;4. Redlands, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jobs I have had:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. mom&lt;br /&gt;2. Copy shop girl&lt;br /&gt;3. Cashier&lt;br /&gt;4. Admin Assit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-2635921451104808023?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/2635921451104808023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=2635921451104808023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/2635921451104808023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/2635921451104808023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-because-you-dont-know-enough-about.html' title='just because you dont know enough about me..'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-7838191456711153355</id><published>2008-09-15T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:27:11.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update update update...</title><content type='html'>And we love the mariners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2dt3q8i.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-7838191456711153355?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/7838191456711153355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=7838191456711153355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/7838191456711153355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/7838191456711153355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2008/09/update-update-update.html' title='update update update...'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/2dt3q8i_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-6163739302903310883</id><published>2008-09-12T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:34:46.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one of my new fav things</title><content type='html'>http://spogg.org/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK OUT THE BLOG. its funny, i especially like the new made up words, webster is going to be on them in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;destinesia: destination + amnesia&lt;br /&gt;cloffice: closet + office&lt;br /&gt;absotively: absolutely + positively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last one reminds me of Pam on the office.  When she tells Dwight that she will join his alliance.. 'absolutely I do.'  HAHAHA... cant wait for that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and here is an odd prize that I just bought for my new desk (more on the job later...)&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2zfkfhk.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-6163739302903310883?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/6163739302903310883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=6163739302903310883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/6163739302903310883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/6163739302903310883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-of-my-new-fav-things.html' title='one of my new fav things'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/2zfkfhk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-4977866148258758549</id><published>2008-09-12T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:55:28.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oohhh twice in one week!</title><content type='html'>I am trying to get back into the habit of posting often.. again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone watch Fringe last week?  It was pretty good.  gross in the beginning, but that happens with JJ Abrams. Disolving flesh is what they called it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Hole in the Wall?  that was hi-larious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-4977866148258758549?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/4977866148258758549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=4977866148258758549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4977866148258758549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4977866148258758549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2008/09/oohhh-twice-in-one-week.html' title='oohhh twice in one week!'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-8574904542120501163</id><published>2008-09-11T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:26:04.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally i am back in the game.</title><content type='html'>i need to blog more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-8574904542120501163?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/8574904542120501163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=8574904542120501163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8574904542120501163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8574904542120501163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-i-am-back-in-game.html' title='finally i am back in the game.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-3610009604254499970</id><published>2008-05-18T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:17:17.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Truck and facials.</title><content type='html'>a friend of mine who is a mechanic worked on my car yesterday... the great part about it is that he let me borrow his truck while he worked on mine. Then I saw the truck. Its a 4 door FORD from like 1982. And it was a clutch. With no air conditioning!!! And do you remember that it was like 90 degrees yesterday???!!! But actually, it was kind of fun. I liked it more than I thought. Dont get me wrong, it did get annoying after awhile... But people look at you different. And by people I mean guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I totally stimulated the economy yesterday. I went shopping and got a facial. Which I thought I would like more than I did. I dont really see what the big deal is. But now I know. Wish I would have gotten a massage instead. It would have been cheaper and felt better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-3610009604254499970?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/3610009604254499970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=3610009604254499970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/3610009604254499970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/3610009604254499970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2008/05/big-truck-and-facials.html' title='Big Truck and facials.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-3361772798218750528</id><published>2008-04-02T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:51:14.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHOCOLATE</title><content type='html'>I seriously think I just ate my weight in brownies.  HAHA!! HA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-3361772798218750528?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/3361772798218750528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=3361772798218750528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/3361772798218750528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/3361772798218750528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2008/04/chocolate.html' title='CHOCOLATE'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-989094040895874370</id><published>2007-12-23T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T21:11:40.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>within 1 week...</title><content type='html'>i get burned. seriously. now not to look too much into this but when you make plans with me and i show at your house and you aren't home. i have a right to be mad. for you to fall off the planet, is reason for me to be mad. did you have an aneurysm??? did you forget that we just talked on the phone and i said i was coming over?? stupidhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i completely open myself up to you and tell you that once we decide to start this, i would be completely jumping in with both feet. you didn't run. you asked me to hurry back. and when i said if you wanted to hang out with me, you have to call me. and you called. when i asked you what you thought other people would think about us when they found out. you said you didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now..... you suddenly are just like every other stupid boy. maybe i should have gone out with cheesecake andy that night instead of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-989094040895874370?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/989094040895874370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=989094040895874370' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/989094040895874370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/989094040895874370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2007/12/within-1-week.html' title='within 1 week...'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-8495235487705270922</id><published>2007-11-24T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T22:58:34.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>solitude</title><content type='html'>I thought about it, and thats what I want.  Not forever.  But for a few months.  This drama of my ex, his wife, his mother and my family... has now driven me into the ground.  I am through with it all.  I sat the other day and thought that I would be okay if I didnt have all this family around me, because I have the church. I have my ward family, I have my friends and thats enough.  Its so squeaky clean drama free that I dont want anything else.  I would be perfectly happy right now not facing any of them for awhile.  His family for one reason and mine for another. And really that doesnt matter.  What matters is I want to be alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-8495235487705270922?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/8495235487705270922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=8495235487705270922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8495235487705270922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8495235487705270922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2007/11/solitude.html' title='solitude'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-5002569423055860659</id><published>2007-10-14T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T20:36:55.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a Bourne Birthday!!!.. and Panda Poop.</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to me!! Yesterday I turned 33. 33. 33!!! Wow, it feels old. And mature. If that makes any sense. My friend Randi agrees. She turned 33 a few weeks ago and says the same thing. Its old. Older. Like you cant do anything that would make you look/feel young/immature/wild/crazyish anymore. Eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was what I did for my birthday... My friend Cari, took us out to breakfast. I didnt expect her to pay for the kiddos, but she did. (Thanks again Cari!!) We went to the Spring Side Cafe in Auburn. I think that it was its called. Yummy!! They have PB&amp;J French Toast there. Which didnt sound appetizing at the time, but the more I think about it.... I had Eggs Benedict for the first time. See doing something wild and crazy didnt pan out. I didnt like it. Then we went to the Meeker Mansion in Puyallup. Where we pressed our own cider. It was fun!! 8$ a gallon fun!! We also bought hot cider, apple fritters and caramel apples. Then we went to Carpinitos for the corn maze! I havent been to one in years, well since I was pregnant with Alex, so going on 9 years ago. Ah!! That was so fun too! There we bought pumpkins, corn, (more apples), and cabbage. Dropped Cari off, came home and ate the breakfast leftovers and then to DQ. Alex was wondering where my cake was. I never even thought about a cake. Oh well, we just got ice cream sundaes, the boys put a candle in it, and sang to me! It was the greatest!! And then I watched Bourne!! Don, the guy that I work with bought me the first two! MMM MMM Jason Bourne. I forgot how much I like Matt Damon, well until I watched Ultimatum. Triple Whammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am moving in two weeks. To another apt closer to KR. Just like the ones we are in now, but the rent is a little bit cheaper. They just raised our rent here and I cant afford it anymore. Well I cant afford the new apt either, but I have to work a few more hours a week and seriously curb my spending.... So its pack pack pack around here. And funny enough, the boys love it. They always want to put things in boxes. Weird kids. We are going to be in the same ward, but the kids would be in a differend school. Although I got special permission to have them stay in the school that they are in now. I felt that with John and Heather just moving into a new place... thats a little crazy now. And when we move into a new place... it would be a little crazy for awhile. And then moving to a new school... that would make it even more crazy. Plus I am NOT a huge fan of moving in the middle of the school year. I moved around a ton when I was a kid, and would like to minimize the shock as much as I can. So they are going to switch schools during summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..... the most important thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR MISSION, IF YOU CHOOSE TO ACCEPT IT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DID MY SISTER GET ME FOR MY BIRTHDAY??? (Here is where the Panda Poop comes in....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was watching NCIS last week, or maybe the week before, but in the episode they were solving some clue by figuring out this certain paper was made from panda poop. And I guess that really good since all pandas eat is bamboo and then they only digest like 5% of it or something.... Anyways, so she is telling me that she has this suprise birthday present but she doesnt know if she wants to wait to give it to me until Christmas because she ordered it and it wouldnt be here for my birthday but she doesnt know if she can keep the secret in until December.... And this is where I am thinking, what did the panda poop story have to do with this???? So she says, I am going to tell you what it is... but you cant go looking for it. UUUHHH OK CRYPTIC MESSAGE. So she said that she googled panda poop and apparently alot of things are made from it. And she found one thing and knew that I would love it. (ok, #1 scary and #2 what would I love that it made from panda poop???!!) I told her I was pretty sure I wouldnt be googling panda poop anytime soon, but that doesnt mean you cant!!! So let me know if you find anything good. I am going to keep my word and not google it. And I will let you know when it comes in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my first attempt at zucchini bread is done. wish me luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-5002569423055860659?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/5002569423055860659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=5002569423055860659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/5002569423055860659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/5002569423055860659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-bourne-birthday-and-panda-poop.html' title='Its a Bourne Birthday!!!.. and Panda Poop.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-2629539432427835214</id><published>2007-09-30T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T19:37:48.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS AND THAT.</title><content type='html'>I made my own syrup yesterday.  Its not maple though, but it sure is yummy!  I went to a church dinner and breakfast was the theme, and a lady brought this syrup and I fell in love.  Here is the recipe if y'all want to try it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy Vanilla Syrup (her title not mine, but it fits)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup buttermilk (or 1/2 milk and 1 tsp lemon juice)&lt;br /&gt;1 cube butter (real butter is way better)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp vanilla (added at the end!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring to a boil, add baking soda, boil for 1 minute, remove from heat then add vanilla.   Be sure to use a 3 quart pan, as the chemical reaction or the milk and soda goes crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should look light brown colored and taste like caramel.  Alex swears that it is caramel...hehe.  I will always have this on hand now, I just dont really like maple anymore after having this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I found an ex boyfriend from 13 yrs ago on Myspace.  I was just curious to see what his life was up to.  We emailed a few times and then talked on the phone a few more.  He wanted to see me, he just broke up with his girl and was looking to go out.  But we never got the timing right.  The one thing that was  a red flag though was that he said that he missed me.  After all this time??? And that I was his first love... really???  And that he cried for days when I broke it off AND  He said that he has had dreams RECENTLY (before i contacted him) that we were married and had kids.  hmmm....  I told him that he shouldnt miss me because I am not that same teenager anymore, and I am sorry that I hurt him so bad then.   And then I backed off.  I realized that he hasnt grown up, and I am leaning towards not seeing him again.  Is this wierd?  Has anyone else have this happen??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone else excited about TV this fall??  I am so boring and pathetic that I dont have Tivo or DVR, but if I did it would be full anyways.  The new ones that I watched were The Big Bang Theory and Reaper.  Pretty funny.  I wish I had a life that didnt revolve around TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorta fall cleaning/purging my closet.  The boys and I counted, I have 27 scarves.  27!!!  That is less than I thought, I love this season.  Amy and I were shopping on Saturday and we found some cute scarves, she told me that I couldnt buy any, that I didnt know if I was getting that for my birthday.  hinthint, thanks Amy, are you getting me a scarf!??  I did give one away last week, it really is one I never wear and I should pay it forward.  And I am so glad that I have a spare one in the bathroom at work, the other morning was unexpectedly chilly on the way to the post office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough babble for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-2629539432427835214?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/2629539432427835214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=2629539432427835214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/2629539432427835214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/2629539432427835214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-and-that.html' title='THIS AND THAT.'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-5130297055560973784</id><published>2007-09-27T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T20:43:48.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>I am getting married tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;That was the text I got from Justin on Aug 29.&lt;br /&gt;He hasnt texted me since, I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;He was an assface, but he was my assface.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-5130297055560973784?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/5130297055560973784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=5130297055560973784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/5130297055560973784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/5130297055560973784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-4459724932837998963</id><published>2007-08-12T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:58:46.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>placing bets here! placing bets!!</title><content type='html'>I ALMOST FORGOT!&lt;br /&gt;My sister and i are placing bets on when the shotgun wedding is going to be...&lt;br /&gt;I said by christmas... Tracie thought that too.&lt;br /&gt;I found out that she is a week to a month preggers, so that means she would be due... lets say.. March/April.&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN.....&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they are going to wait until she is 20, so that they both can say that at least she wasnt a teenager when they married!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Its so wrong, but funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-4459724932837998963?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/4459724932837998963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=4459724932837998963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4459724932837998963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/4459724932837998963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2007/08/placing-bets-here-placing-bets.html' title='placing bets here! placing bets!!'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-2546012711831880753</id><published>2007-08-12T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:45:33.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally an explanation</title><content type='html'>Laura... Justins on again/off again child bride is pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;I really should thank my lucky stars that we didnt get involved.  I tend to forget that drama follows Justin like the black plague.  And now he has forgotten all the worries he had and all the facts that he expressed to me about never marrying her. beause, well, he said that they are getting married... someday.  but not soon.&lt;br /&gt;So she won.&lt;br /&gt;She trapped him in all ways.&lt;br /&gt;Not to say that he is trapped, because he could walk away, but I know he isnt going to.  He really really wants to be a dad and really wants to be married... But this is a very high price to pay for those things.&lt;br /&gt;So I dont really know what I should do.  I mean, I feel really bad for him...  He really has to learn not to get himself in this situation.  What is this... #3.  And since the last one ended up not being his in the end... really only #2.  &lt;br /&gt;And he couldnt be/choose not to be my friend when she asked him not to... and so now this puts us and less than friends as we were before??  And I even said so... I texted him something like that.  He didnt respond, which means he is mad.  Well he hasnt really needed &lt;em&gt;needed&lt;/em&gt;  me in a long time, so i really cant be hurt about this...&lt;br /&gt;And I am not. &lt;br /&gt;I am more disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-2546012711831880753?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/2546012711831880753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=2546012711831880753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/2546012711831880753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/2546012711831880753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2007/08/finally-explanation.html' title='finally an explanation'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-3646971219793146361</id><published>2007-08-05T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T21:45:27.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>annnd then there was 3...</title><content type='html'>My life has been really busy lately and some days I think I need to blog and then I dont.... Instead I have been reading like a mad woman. My friend Julie  recommended 'Twilight' , its a book about a teenage girl, set in Forks, who falls in love with a vampire. And its written by an lds author. So you can imagine that its all over my ward. Well when I first heard it, I thought, oh no... that sounds crazy. But now I am hooked. I bought it, and then borrowed the second one, 'New Moon' from my friend Julie, and the third 'Eclipse' comes out on tuesday. You better believe it that I am getting it. I am so excited. I know you guys are giving me funny looks, because I did that same thing when I first heard about it. It took 5 different people to recommend it before I broke down. But now I am hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is Andy... The guy who didnt pay for the cheesecake the last time that we went out.... Well he asked me out again... I hadnt heard much from him in the last month, until last saturday when I saw him at a LDS 30something picnic... we only talked for a few minutes, since the boys and I were leaving. Then a few days later he called and asked me if I would like to go out with him again. Sure, I thought I would give him a second chance. Friday night we meet in Renton at Calico Cheesecake and he paid this time. :p Then we carpooled together to the Single Adult dance. I had a good time, but my feet hurt really bad... and sadly I wish that I was home reading my book then at the dance. Then everyone wanted to go to Dennys... sooooo we were there until almost 2. ugh. When he dropped me off, he asked if I hug on the first date... that was kinda sweet. But I just dont feel anything... he is nice enough though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, I got invited to a bbq at my friend Jim's parents house... I have never met his parents and thought it wouldnt be too bad. He did joke that his mom was going to size me up for wedding dresses, but I told him that I would have fun with her. But it was really wierd... they live in ahouse under the freeway in Sumner.. with junk cars and lots of garages in the yard. they have two yippy dogs, pomeranians, one of which is going blind... There was stuff everywhere. He told me that it started at 4... and since he was running late we didnt get there until 4.30 and no one else showed up until almost 5.30. I proceeded to meet him mom, dad, sis, another sis, her husband and nephew... and they all kinda had the impression that we are dating. WHICH WE ARENT. So I know you are wondering then why did I go? Why not? I have known Jim for years, almost 12, and never have I dated him. And I now remember why. He is anory, selfish, and sometimes brutally honest. He has one of those dry humors that you cant tell if he is joking or just being mean. His family was really nice and genuinely asked questions about me... Its too bad that I dont like Jim in that way. I dont find him attractive at all either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, I went out with my friend Daniel. He is the guy that I have known for 17 years, his family lived in my neighborhood growing up. We just recently became in contact again... we are friends, but I think at one time he wanted more. He flirts with me, which gives me the impression, but I have known him so long, its kinda like he is my brother. His sister is a really good friend of mine, and so sometimes I dont really know what to think. He is lds, but has some strong issues against some teachings and has always been the rebel child. Last night was the second time that we went out last week, We saw 1408, Transformers (my third time) and Bourne Ultimatum. Its nice, but odd at the same time.  The really horrible HORRIBLE thing about Daniel is that he is going to jail soon...  He hit a woman with his car when he fell asleep at the wheel, he is going to his arraingment next week.  We have been hanging out alot because well, he lost his job and apt, and now lives back with his parents... so from time to time, I plan on rescuing him from the parental units.  Ahhhh well... things happen for a reason.  He did say last night that he wished things different, he wished we hung out more, and that he was in a different situation... Again odd.  Although I did get butterflies.  I forgot what that feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh... I really should get to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-3646971219793146361?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/3646971219793146361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=3646971219793146361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/3646971219793146361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/3646971219793146361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2007/08/annnd-then-there-was-3.html' title='annnd then there was 3...'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-2866646539325894587</id><published>2007-08-04T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T15:40:15.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>annnnnnnnnndddd.....</title><content type='html'>then he cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to ask him why he does the things he does.&lt;br /&gt;why am i only his friend when he doesnt have his child bride.&lt;br /&gt;why can we only be friends during the good times.&lt;br /&gt;why is it that he cant communicate with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt care.&lt;div 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title='annnnnnnnnndddd.....'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-2297793936571481090</id><published>2007-08-01T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T21:01:15.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grrrrrr!!!</title><content type='html'>after almost a month of silent treatment from  Justin, today i get this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I finally fixed the Laura problem'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh.  what am i supposed to say to that.. congratulations, so we can be friends again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: and?...&lt;br /&gt;j:nevermind sorry to bother you&lt;br /&gt;me:you arent...&lt;br /&gt;j:sorry i didnt go to the harry potter thing, my brother was visiting.&lt;br /&gt;me: no biggie, you should have said something&lt;br /&gt;j:i know, i am sorry&lt;br /&gt;me: so...what do you want from me?&lt;br /&gt;j:i dont want anything.forget it.&lt;br /&gt;me: no!&lt;br /&gt;j: got plans for seafair?&lt;br /&gt;me:when is that?&lt;br /&gt;j:your texts come off angry&lt;br /&gt;me: hahaha.. they arent.  see.. no upper case and no yelling.  well the no was yelling...&lt;br /&gt;j:i am trying to say sorry&lt;br /&gt;me: i appreciate that, i miss you too.&lt;br /&gt;j:anyway seafair is this weekend and the blue angels&lt;br /&gt;me:i have no set plans what do you have in mind?&lt;br /&gt;j:i want to walk the bridge and see the blue angels&lt;br /&gt;me: ok give me a time&lt;br /&gt;j:10?&lt;br /&gt;me: are you picking me up?&lt;br /&gt;j: sure&lt;br /&gt;me: sounds good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so i know this could have gone better and like julie said, i should have said something about we are only friends when he no longer has his child bride.  i really have to close off my soft spot in my heart for this fella.  And maybe learn my lesson that he is terribly TERRIBLY fickle.  Just remind me not to let him off the hook so easily and that it hurts pretty bad when he ignores me for no good reason... oh and a little communication would be nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugejfo!!!!!!dlkfjrijmfeirigio!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-2297793936571481090?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/2297793936571481090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=2297793936571481090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/2297793936571481090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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the pics, therefore can drool on my comp whenever i feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.jesuschristscoolblog.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;*so wrong, yet funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-6170526332172396566?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/6170526332172396566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=6170526332172396566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/6170526332172396566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/6170526332172396566'/><link 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mention'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-232017943651174914</id><published>2007-07-11T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T21:20:50.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he is so 12</title><content type='html'>I knew Justin was mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;Here is how I know. He doesnt return my texts. He doesnt leave messages when he calls me.  He didnt return my emails. He bumped me off myspace.  And he was short when talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, but what did I do?&lt;br /&gt;This:  I made him feel guilty by not coming over to my house after seeing Transformers.  Which was HIS IDEA.  But he changed his mind, he said he was tired and wanted to go home.  And because I pushed it, it made him feel uncomfortable, and it upset him.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY... SO YOU NEED TO LET ME KNOW!!!! AND DONT LOCK ME OUT OF YOUR LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUMBASS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-232017943651174914?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/232017943651174914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=232017943651174914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/232017943651174914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/232017943651174914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2007/07/he-is-so-12.html' title='he is so 12'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-23031999490635658</id><published>2007-07-10T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T22:00:44.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>please repeat</title><content type='html'>I DESERVE BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL GET HURT.&lt;br /&gt;I DESERVE BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO BE STRONG.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO JUST BE FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO KEEP IN CONTROL.&lt;br /&gt;I DESERVE BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL GET HURT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-23031999490635658?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/23031999490635658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=23031999490635658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/23031999490635658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/23031999490635658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2007/07/please-repeat.html' title='please repeat'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-6910099290106752530</id><published>2007-07-05T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T23:14:46.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something unexpected..</title><content type='html'>Shawn the Married was in today.&lt;br /&gt;Well I had to call him late on tuesday since i need him to repair something.  He didnt answer and I was hoping to see him today.  And he called!  And then came in, and immediately starting in on how he misses me and wants me, and wants to spend time with me, and in my head, i totally glossed over.  But not before he told me that I am everything that he looks for..brains, personality, humor, looks....EVERYTHING.  I kept thinking huh?  really?? I didnt believe him, but I was more in awe that someone felt that way about me.  I know that lame, it is,  BECAUSE HE IS MARRIED.   So lets get down to that, so how married you ask? I did, he has papers and a lawyer, and they are discussing stuff.  and he sometimes lives there.  sometimes???  that makes me that sometimes you get some.  &lt;br /&gt;and i deserve better.  thanks amy for pointing that out.&lt;br /&gt;I DESERVE BETTER&lt;br /&gt;AND IF YOU THINK I AM WORTH IT, THEN YOU WILL WAIT. LIKE I WAITED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-6910099290106752530?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/6910099290106752530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=6910099290106752530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/6910099290106752530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/6910099290106752530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2007/07/something-unexpected.html' title='something unexpected..'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-7772678125600721363</id><published>2007-07-01T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T21:24:20.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/blog-addiction" style="color: #D64B32; text-decoration: none; display: block; width: 286px; height: 128px; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 17px; background: url(http://mingle2.com/img/bb/blog_addiction/badge.jpg) no-repeat; font-family: Times New Roman, sans-serif; font-size: 30px;"&gt;70%&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;How Addicted to Blogging Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mingle&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; - &lt;a href="http://mingle2.com"&gt;Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-7772678125600721363?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/7772678125600721363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=7772678125600721363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/7772678125600721363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/7772678125600721363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2007/07/me.html' title='me'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-8788464310667907680</id><published>2007-06-28T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T22:55:03.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update....</title><content type='html'>Justin and I are going to see Transformers on Tuesday.  We meet 2 years ago on July 3rd, and yes, we are dorky enough to celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake the towel guy sent me two texts today  'yo' and 'hows your hair day today'   (LAME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn the Married, still has never called me back.  well duh, he's married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy the non-payer has called once since we went out.  no emails.   I am not hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-8788464310667907680?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/8788464310667907680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=8788464310667907680' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8788464310667907680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/8788464310667907680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2007/06/update.html' title='update....'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-2588636787807870508</id><published>2007-06-26T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T22:32:56.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it gets funnier... i swear</title><content type='html'>So i was texting Justin about Emily and that she is getting married a week from sat and this is what I get back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So her wedding day is 7-7-7. gay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she is getting married at 7pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;super gay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thats a good reason not to get married on that day, everyone is doing it.Its nothing to brag about when half the weddings in 07 are on that day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-2588636787807870508?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/2588636787807870508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=2588636787807870508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/2588636787807870508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/2588636787807870508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-gets-funnier-i-swear.html' title='it gets funnier... i swear'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789630444048162486.post-6416710022426815309</id><published>2007-06-22T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:36:51.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lamest excuse EVER....</title><content type='html'>Me:  Hey, why dont you call me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:  I totally would, but I got the lamest excuse ever.. I was cleaning moss off my roof and my phone fell out of my pocket and broke, I gotta run in and get a replacement tomorrow. And of course I don't have a home phone (haven't in years). So I am without the technological marvels that communication has brought us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR YOU COULD HAVE SAID, NAAH.. I AM BUSY WITH STUFF, HOW ABOUT LATER??!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/789630444048162486-6416710022426815309?l=nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/feeds/6416710022426815309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=789630444048162486&amp;postID=6416710022426815309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/6416710022426815309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/789630444048162486/posts/default/6416710022426815309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorefakebacon.blogspot.com/2007/06/lamest-excuse-ever.html' title='lamest excuse EVER....'/><author><name>k.e.l.l.i.e.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02672482439610367213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ol0n3Uz5LRU/S9In9fcP1_I/AAAAAAAAACc/k9qVh7xm-LA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
