tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56817046862128768302024-03-13T02:46:51.314-07:00The Life of *L*Mo*L*Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17975355018321587469noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681704686212876830.post-4045543780743081792011-10-14T15:10:00.000-07:002011-10-17T13:57:04.073-07:00Don't look at me with your judgy eyes after reading this...<div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i>Before I begin, I just want to extend a giant <b>"F-YOU"</b> to blogger.com/technology for somehow deleting 90% of the extremely<span style="font-size: large;"> loooooooooong</span>, detailed, funny yet poignant, and overall amazing blog post i spent a good 2 hours on yesterday...also, a sincere apology to the approx. 7 people I sent the link to before I realized my post had been murdered! </i></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><i>I will now attempt to re-do, it was THAT good of a story...</i></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">None of you better give me this face after reading this!!!! </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Yesterday,</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">my good friend L-Rob brought a recent news story to my attention</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">In short, the article went something like<i> this</i>: </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Two elderly people have to go to the hospital in Huntington Beach after attending a funeral. It seems the dearly departed liked to eat medical marijuana brownies so someone put them out at the event. Two 71-year old women and an 82-year old man ended up in the emergency room after eating the pot-laced brownies.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Oh man, that poor old couple, they were probably WIGGING OUT!</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">{they're OK now, btw} </span></i><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">So anyway, this article got me thinking</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">{and knowing I hadn't blogged in a loOoOong time}</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I figured that with this news article, I had the PERFECT *segue* into a pretty funny story </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The timing for this story couldn't come at a better time</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">as it is the<i> two year anniversary</i> of the day we had to put our</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">beloved and cherished dog</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 18pt;">Maxamillion Maximus Moore</span></b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">6th member of the Moore family</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">to sleep :(</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> He was the BEST dog</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgclMjsjr5_DtsyFgAk9WDVl2_o_LQSDFUlxfe8SC75QAhQ7Jq52CdffMA5X7WgfphTOdQLWVcsgkVnOg2fLlRuG1Tpu1vC8_-R-SuJ1BzGGsfU750CGpiovIAdplFufBptbV2azV5j1hME/s1600/10228_152649567380_580717380_2572492_6455055_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgclMjsjr5_DtsyFgAk9WDVl2_o_LQSDFUlxfe8SC75QAhQ7Jq52CdffMA5X7WgfphTOdQLWVcsgkVnOg2fLlRuG1Tpu1vC8_-R-SuJ1BzGGsfU750CGpiovIAdplFufBptbV2azV5j1hME/s320/10228_152649567380_580717380_2572492_6455055_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">He also plays a pretty active role in this little tale I'm about to tell</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">It all started one fall day in November</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">{two days before Thanksgiving to be exact}</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Before I go much further, I should probably admit to a small confession...</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">here it goes:</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I...*L*Mo</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">may or may not have...</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">at one time in my life... </span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">partially partaken in...</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">the minor use...</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">of the very tame and not the slightest bit harmful drug...</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Marijuana...</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I SWEAR I DIDN'T INHALE</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">ok that's a lie...I inhaled...and liked it...</span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">but that's neither here nor there</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The story begins on this crisp fall day in November</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">after I had made <span style="font-size: large;">a purchase</span>...</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">call it a <b><i>GIFT </i></b>as I had planned to share this purchase with my two, very excited sisters </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">My purchase:</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">1 large, brick sized pot brownie</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">and </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">1 large, brick sized pot rice krispy treat- complete with fall colored krispies</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">{Stop judging me!}</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">This was actually a very BRILLIANT purchase if you think about it</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">buy a dessert that not only tastes <i>delicious</i>, </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">but after the biggest meal you will eat all year, will not only </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">make you a little <span style="font-size: large;">less</span> full, it also makes you<span style="font-size: large;"> more </span>hungry</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Genius!</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">{In case you ARE judging me, I just want you to know this was the first and only time I made this type of purchase...}</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Back to the story:</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Kirsten and I were busy cleaning up the house</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">In anticipation of our parent's arrival home after a 1 week vacation</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">{David, Kirsten's then boyfriend and now <a href="http://lifeoflmo.blogspot.com/2011/07/ohhh-emmmm-geeee.html">FIANCE!!</a> was there too}</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">As I was busy cleaning up the kitchen</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I noticed that Max was walking around the house with a bit of a limp.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Being that Max was 13, this wasn't too alarming</span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> I gave him a few cuddles and went back to cleaning.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">about 30 minutes later I left to pick up lunch</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">when I came back, Max, in his usual routine, ran to greet me at the front door</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>but something was WEIRD </i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">now he was not so much limping...as he was walking <b>like a drunk guy after 30 beers</b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">he ran into the wall, spun around, ran back into the wall, and his back legs didn't seem to be working too well</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I immediately thought of Nikki, our dog that had died 2 years earlier</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">from a stroke</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Nikki had similar symptoms to what Max was experiencing</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Oh no! He's having a stroke!!</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I call for Kirsten and she and I sit and pet Max while we try and figure out what's going on with him.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">He was acting fine, but his body just didn't seem to be doing what he wanted it to do! </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Meanwhile, David is in the T.V. room and we hear him say something:</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Hey, there's a baggy on the floor in here, I think these are chocolate crumbs, do you think he ate chocolate?"</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I get up to go check it out</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"a baggy with chocolate? Where would Max get a baggy with chocOHMYGOD!!</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">OHMYGOD the <b><span style="font-size: large;">pot brownie</span></b>!!!!"</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: large;">Yep</span>, that's right</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">My 13 year old, 15 pound lap dog</span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">had just eaten a pot brownie</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">big enough to put 3 grown adults </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">on </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">their</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <span style="font-size: x-large;">ass!</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">We started freaking out and by this time</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Max was only getting more and more <i>high</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">By this time, his hind legs were completely useless</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">and any time any of us even made a slight noise, it would completely <span style="font-size: x-large;">startle him</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I immediately called the vet</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">and this is pretty much exactly how the call went:</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Hi I need to bring my dog in right away, he ate a brownie"</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"He ate a brownie, ok how big was the brownie?"</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I wasn't sure if I should even tell her the brownie was laced with weed, would I get in trouble? </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">jailed for drugs and dog neglect?!?</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I also knew I couldn't NOT tell her</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Well...it was...big...but also uhh..."</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Yes?"</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"It was, um, he ate a...uhh, he ate a pot brownie!"</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I took one huge breath and continued without stopping</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"He ate a pot brownie, it was big, and now he can't walk, can't move, noises and touching him scares the crap out of him and PLEASE YOU HAVE TO HELP ME, MY DOG CANNOT DIE TODAY!! HE CAN'T DIE FROM EATING A POT BROWNIE!!"</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
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</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">She told me I should bring him in.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">I didn't waste much time, I grabbed my <i><b>poor, stoned dog</b></i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">who was now completely <span style="font-size: large;">tripping out </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">and jumped in my car </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">As I was hauling ass to the vet, <span style="font-size: large;">bawling</span> my eyes out </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">and cradling Max in my arms</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I realized not only did I not know if my dog would even LIVE through this</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">but to make it worse</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">MY PARENT'S FLIGHT WAS LANDING IN 30 MINUTES</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">You should know that Max was considered the 6th member of our family</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">we loved him so much</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">but being that he lived in a house with <span style="font-size: x-large;">4</span> women,</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">my dad </span></i><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">had a very close bond with Max.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><i>The only other male in the family </i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Years earlier</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">when we had to take Max in to be neutered</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">my dad would literally say to anyone that would listen:</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"I FINALLY get a boy in the family and what do the women do? They immediately cut his balls off!"</span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I started thinking about exactly how the conversation was going to go when they got home</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">"Oh hey Mom and Dad, yeah no Max isn't here, oh I gave him a giant pot brownie and they are pumping his stomach and he might die, WELCOME HOME though"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Yep, I was totally screwed. </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Meanwhile</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Max seemed to be kind of <i>enjoying</i> the ride</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">He was like putty in my arms</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">soooo relaxed</span><br />
<i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">{breathing still, thank god}</span></i><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">and he kept licking and smacking his chops</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>cotton mouth??</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">poor puppy...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">We got to the vet's office and they took Max to the back right away</span><br />
<i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I put my hands behind my back, convinced a cop would appear any second</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">to cuff me and haul me off to jail...</span></i><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> but</span><br />
<i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">the nurse and doctor were surprisingly fine about the whole thing</span></i><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">A few minutes later they came into the waiting room</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">noticing the fear that was <span style="font-size: large;">undoubtedly</span> smeared across my face, the nurse spoke right away </span><br />
<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Nurse: You have nothing to worry about, this happens all the time...you're not in trouble at all, so stop freaking out.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Dr: Max is fine, we gave him charcoal and he already threw up most of the brownie. We will watch him overnight to monitor the drug but he is fine and I can promise you he is feeling no pain and enjoying the trip.</span></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;">{cool doc, right?}</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">I was so relieved!!! But there was still one minor detail...</span><br />
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<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Me: Thank you so much! There is actually one more thing. It would be better if maybe my parents didn't know the ingredients of the brownie...</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Dr: Of course, completely understand, I won't say anything and the bill will only say he ingested chocolate</span></div><span style="font-size: 12pt;">{seriously this doc cannot get any cooler}</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">I left the vet feeling <i><span style="font-size: large;">relieved</span></i> that Max was getting great care,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">that he wasn't going to die,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">and that my parent's weren't going to know what exactly happened!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Now I just had to tell them some other story...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It actually went very smoothly</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">although I don't think my father had even said "hello" to either of his daughters when he walked through the door before:<br />
<i>"Uh, where is Max? Why didn't he come running to see us...?"</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">My story was pretty simple:</span><br />
<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Bought brownie, left brownie on coffee table, Max sees brownie, Max pulls brownie down, Max eats brownie, brownie makes Max sick, Max is staying at the vet tonight...</span><br />
</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;">They didn't have many questions, and my story seemed to hold up just fine for the time being </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">my Dad was even nice enough to let me pick Max up the next day on my <i>own</i> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">after some serious pleading on my part</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">{I needed to double check that the bill did not contain any form of the word<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> MARIJUANA</span>} </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">I'm happy to report Max was back to his completely normal self when I picked him up!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">And my secret was never revealed to my parents</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Our little Max lived a few more healthy years, <i>until the ripe old age of 16.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Now if you were reading this story thinking:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">*L*Mo, what if your parent's read this blog?? Won't they find out all about the fact that you gave your dog a pot brownie?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">you would be correct</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">My parents read this blog pretty often</span><br />
<i><span style="font-size: 12pt;">{hiiii Mom and Dad}</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">On the night that we had to say goodbye to Max, we sat around as a family and talked about our favorite memories of the dog we all loved so dearly</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">it was pretty clear to my sisters and I</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">that I HAD to tell the real story about the brownie</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">And at<i> the very least</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">for my mom and dad to find out </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">at this <b>particular moment</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> that their precious 1st born had purchased and possibly used marijuana at one time in her life</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">seemed like selfishly good timing...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">being that my dad would be too busy mourning the loss of his beloved dog</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">to get <span style="font-size: large;">too</span> mad at me for buying <span style="font-size: large;">drugs...</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">They ended up thinking it was <i>hysterical</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">and the absolute <span style="font-size: large;">perfect</span> time to tell them the story!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">{phew}</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">I'm glad we were able to laugh about it and hopefully after reading this</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">you were too!</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">p.s. here are a few more pics of Max to enjoy!! R.I.P. Stoner puppy!</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">D.A.R.E</span> to keep kids <span style="font-size: x-large;">and dogs </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>off drugs</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">xo,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">*L*Mo</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></div>*L*Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17975355018321587469noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681704686212876830.post-87894136857477923292011-07-22T15:03:00.000-07:002011-07-22T15:38:01.386-07:00The new "Myspace pose"<div style="text-align: center;">You don't hear much about Myspace these days</div><div style="text-align: center;">but</div><div style="text-align: center;">the ONE legacy that is still around today?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">THE MYSPACE POSE</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
While there are many variations of the Myspace pose that have held some staying power </div><div style="text-align: center;">{my favorite being the bathroom mirror shot}</div><div style="text-align: center;">The classic pose is the self portrait, taken from a downward pointing angle. Often times without anything close to a smile</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSorGmfMymsqP8KAqjk4qd5OuLO2fwzqDu_02fD3uHAhocqNXPJuscSVE5FSZ7rezAEegh-uDtP8cSP9145z87pgA5TIx598Gx9A4bK7a6H7WMKqz-CHHBLZGXo84aY4pZFBrJB03PCh0l/s1600/myspace+pose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSorGmfMymsqP8KAqjk4qd5OuLO2fwzqDu_02fD3uHAhocqNXPJuscSVE5FSZ7rezAEegh-uDtP8cSP9145z87pgA5TIx598Gx9A4bK7a6H7WMKqz-CHHBLZGXo84aY4pZFBrJB03PCh0l/s1600/myspace+pose.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-large;">voilà </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">If you're thinking to yourself</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Self: *L*Mo, you already did a blog post about the perfect pose</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">yes, you are correct...<br />
{If you haven't read it, it's <a href="http://lifeoflmo.blogspot.com/2011/01/art-of-pose.html">HERE</a>} </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">However,</div><div style="text-align: center;">This post isn't about a POSE...it's actually about a new breed of photos currently making their way onto every single Facebook page in the world.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
True to form like the <i>Myspace pose</i>,</div><div style="text-align: center;">these types of photos</div><div style="text-align: center;">make ugly people look more attractive</div><div style="text-align: center;">and attractive people look even MORE attractive.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>While i most definitely rock all sorts of photo poses...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am proud to say I never rocked the Myspace pose</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I cannot say the same for this new craze..</div><div style="text-align: center;">I LOVE IT!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">So what is this new photo craze you ask?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I call it the <span style="font-size: x-large;">iPhone photo app movement</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">a.k.a</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Instagram, CrossProcess, Hipstamatic </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">{to name a few}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">and yes I do currently have all 3 of these on my phone.</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sure- people love these apps because they make </span><span style="font-size: small;">normal photos look</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> "artsy" or "vintage" </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> but in my case </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I think they make them look</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><i>just plain cuter</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Either way, altered photos like these</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">have become a hot commodity</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">and it seems like everyone has jumped on the bandwagon.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBG_P33BsV41N81pXskBRimIStVBkICCljDHFrSiV2HmtXXfZ4hEYmFWDdvQp6sgQikOHNhRE55K-z5EtZw-WkNzf7kNHj4_aeVZ_D4qCFdsTNOR3L6Yfnr7_XbHaPdiMpC68IOIaGKcpW/s1600/4403ca2761864b4eb0e786c88ef5e206_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBG_P33BsV41N81pXskBRimIStVBkICCljDHFrSiV2HmtXXfZ4hEYmFWDdvQp6sgQikOHNhRE55K-z5EtZw-WkNzf7kNHj4_aeVZ_D4qCFdsTNOR3L6Yfnr7_XbHaPdiMpC68IOIaGKcpW/s320/4403ca2761864b4eb0e786c88ef5e206_7.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEMT7rRj__hkQLHtx5jz5LCi0n_4bUqvh-txr1F45DTwz2QDLtML6wjtRrgY7XmCi1qDXcb5QYksDbpbrKJzQx4IbmYz6md_G9S8g-ZVEWvjTAoql07s9cDWf2IfmmezwjC0X8oMGfU4xg/s1600/7dd35a35c830473e9fcefe2b2f4155d4_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I don't know what it is about pics like these, I just love them!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Even the people on FB I don't really care much about...I still need to look at their cool photo app pics!!</span></span></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Time to peel apart a few of these photos so you can see WHY this kind of thing is so necessary:</span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pic #1 pre photo app</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGwnYX4EEHzQln0bScnguw98KW6xitUs0oqahvSkuwLT6whoob-XyKiRqkm2i7ez0wA9DULb-TsRgoSNcb8NCQjvuK_M9D1racAgd2tApGjLCxZbLwgMZbCd03qeMTgIPeJBk-mqajjjCx/s1600/photo1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGwnYX4EEHzQln0bScnguw98KW6xitUs0oqahvSkuwLT6whoob-XyKiRqkm2i7ez0wA9DULb-TsRgoSNcb8NCQjvuK_M9D1racAgd2tApGjLCxZbLwgMZbCd03qeMTgIPeJBk-mqajjjCx/s640/photo1.JPG" width="478" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fyi: Kirsten's makeup looked really good on this night, was it the flash!? Who knows!</span></div><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Post photo app</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC3uBwGCz8lVO5h_E3uPTo0K_1IMYerb9hBudpIn3zNEOyWWCq7YoqLcaJV4UVQz4lmJEuRMoYe6GHXK1k9wCo4cJQlVKp0I0QJpPcxTSIPwbNH5a4njLQ3Wpak8gkNpdD6E99njUlEv7S/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC3uBwGCz8lVO5h_E3uPTo0K_1IMYerb9hBudpIn3zNEOyWWCq7YoqLcaJV4UVQz4lmJEuRMoYe6GHXK1k9wCo4cJQlVKp0I0QJpPcxTSIPwbNH5a4njLQ3Wpak8gkNpdD6E99njUlEv7S/s320/photo.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So clearly we can see here that in the beginning, this photo wasn't so cute</div><div style="text-align: center;">{technically I never thought this photo WAS cute even after I took the Instagram to it, but you get the idea...it's now CUTER}</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pic #2 pre photo app</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYIEzrOg1KvozTITBpyMWiJPANCky1r2qnITs__9QWZRyQudC-OPRTIj_lrSJ8yzVo3GCK9nyQrJPW4M1J0hQ11W3IlqDOvf9wrYZi43B67LyvR2w1czVoULlW1GI7j2dI5SjodeGTl2JN/s1600/photo2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="476" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYIEzrOg1KvozTITBpyMWiJPANCky1r2qnITs__9QWZRyQudC-OPRTIj_lrSJ8yzVo3GCK9nyQrJPW4M1J0hQ11W3IlqDOvf9wrYZi43B67LyvR2w1czVoULlW1GI7j2dI5SjodeGTl2JN/s640/photo2.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I saw this pic and even in my buzzed fog, could instantly tell this was not a great pic.<br />
{that's what I get for asking our male waiter to take the pic}</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thus went right to Instagram</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEMT7rRj__hkQLHtx5jz5LCi0n_4bUqvh-txr1F45DTwz2QDLtML6wjtRrgY7XmCi1qDXcb5QYksDbpbrKJzQx4IbmYz6md_G9S8g-ZVEWvjTAoql07s9cDWf2IfmmezwjC0X8oMGfU4xg/s1600/7dd35a35c830473e9fcefe2b2f4155d4_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEMT7rRj__hkQLHtx5jz5LCi0n_4bUqvh-txr1F45DTwz2QDLtML6wjtRrgY7XmCi1qDXcb5QYksDbpbrKJzQx4IbmYz6md_G9S8g-ZVEWvjTAoql07s9cDWf2IfmmezwjC0X8oMGfU4xg/s320/7dd35a35c830473e9fcefe2b2f4155d4_7.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Ta-daaa!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sidenote: Instagram gets a standalone shout out because its so awesome! It's pretty much like a photo FB and you can share pics with friends "following" you.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>#LMOhasasocialnetworkingaddiction</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anywho...I really think these kinds of apps just make you look tanner, skinner, cooler, and overall more attractive in general...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>I'm convinced the rest of the population feels the same way</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>because EVERYONE is doing it too...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">So friends, I leave you with this...</span><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In the world of iPhones and endless photo apps, it is <span style="font-size: large;"><i>no longer acceptable</i></span> to post an ugly photo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Time to get yourself one of these apps</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">{don't try and say they cost money, most don't}</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Godspeed</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">xo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">*L*Mo</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>*L*Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17975355018321587469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681704686212876830.post-79476368796745390772011-07-19T13:01:00.000-07:002011-07-19T16:05:58.127-07:00OHHH EMMMM GEEEE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZzNY-x1y3Y9nh-YHBBmtsT3lB_NHeAwbqOe6B0953rgXb5ujlZiRUE7XT6WhAV2iMUmBNb2RFH4LbspJEDjRlUEUsnFE9Faq9tCNyrNv_u8K4O8FHyTf75Kzgcbi3u_xiUJiNxwuTwfAS/s1600/blog+fail+yeti.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZzNY-x1y3Y9nh-YHBBmtsT3lB_NHeAwbqOe6B0953rgXb5ujlZiRUE7XT6WhAV2iMUmBNb2RFH4LbspJEDjRlUEUsnFE9Faq9tCNyrNv_u8K4O8FHyTf75Kzgcbi3u_xiUJiNxwuTwfAS/s320/blog+fail+yeti.jpg" width="319" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Wowzers</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I haven't blogged since APRIL?!?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">That is just ridiculous, what kind of blogger ARE you *L*Mo?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>{I'm sure you <span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">ALL</span> </span>have been asking that for quite some time now}</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">LOTS </span>of things have been happening lately</div><div style="text-align: center;">so... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">blogging kinda fell to the wayside</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">SORRY!!!!!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><span style="font-size: xx-small;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">So whats the biggest thing that happened lately?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">BIG NEWS FOR THE MOORE FAM:</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
My little sister</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Kirsten Elizabeth Nielsen Moore</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">is <span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>ENGAGED!</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilVGp9QJcXaLBoGMFE1fWC0o3OaKHSUe5ZSjIUdS3_HVfhjGm0ximp4fg0G16rjsBIC58KbXTYI3PS6yMe1SfvEM7KxyLuw6S9Ezp9eMaAwzh1IjS3HtJvvozr58Md4RfxJ1t-Kt4ZpY8F/s1600/engaged.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilVGp9QJcXaLBoGMFE1fWC0o3OaKHSUe5ZSjIUdS3_HVfhjGm0ximp4fg0G16rjsBIC58KbXTYI3PS6yMe1SfvEM7KxyLuw6S9Ezp9eMaAwzh1IjS3HtJvvozr58Md4RfxJ1t-Kt4ZpY8F/s320/engaged.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">SO AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">{<i>And</i> we all got to be there to witness it </div><div style="text-align: center;">at her b-day bbq...EVEN BETTER}</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">David is a little <b><i>PUNK </i></b>though...</div><div style="text-align: center;">he didn't even tell me it was happening!!!!!!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>*RUUDE*</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">not that I blame him though, I would have never been able to keep that secret in...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">considering that right when he proposed, I <i>BURST INTO TEARS</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">can you imagine if I had known?!</div><div style="text-align: center;">...def would have blown that...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">If I wasn't such a "blonde" and completely oblivious person in general, I actually <span style="font-size: large;"><i>should</i></span> have known it was happening</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Let me set the scene:</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">Date: Monday, July 11</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">Place: My Parent's house</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">Who was there: Our Family, David's Family, Friends: Amy, Hayley, Joe, Jen, Butch, Matt, Dennis </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">The initial plan: David's brother,<span style="font-size: large;"> Daniel</span> and <span style="font-size: large;">*L*Mo</span> plotting to throw Kirsten in pool after blowing out her candles... </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The plan started off great...</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">We decided early on that Kirsten should definitely be thrown in the pool at some point </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">{she looked WAY too cute in that little sundress and perfect hair, why not completely mess it up??}</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The pool was actually a little cold</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">so like the <i>*caring, loving*</i> sister that I am</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">{I didn't want her to be thrown into freezing water} </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I turned up the POOL HEAT to the highest it could go, 105...</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">{sorry M&D} </span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">hoping that if i turned it up high enough it would more quickly heat such a big mass of water in a short period of time.</span></i></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I told about 3 people to REMIND me to turn it back down later so my parent's gas bill wasn't $100,000...</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">After dinner, I was getting pretty excited about our little plan. I went in the kitchen where David, my mom and David's mom were getting the cake ready</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">well...that's what I assumed they were doing when i saw them walk in the house.... </span></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;">I walked into an empty kitchen and, a little confused, started walking down the hall looking for someone to share our carefully crafted plan with..</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;">"MOM?!" I yelled down the hall</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;">"DON'T COME IN!!!!!!" Came my mom's voice from behind her closed office door...</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;">"What are you doing in there?"</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;">No answer...</div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">Door opens, David and both mom's emerge, David carrying a shoebox sized present...</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">"What the hell is happening, this is weird...OMG are you proposing? DAVID are you proposing to Kirsten? OOOOOOOH MY GOD" I say, gripping David's arm </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">In a VERY believable tone, David says: "No Linds, not proposing, it's a gag gift, our moms are just here because they are in on it"</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">Ok, I think it's pretty normal to believe that, right? </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">So we all gather around the fire pit and get ready to watch Kirsten open this <i><span style="font-size: large;">alleged</span></i> "gag gift." </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">I get my phone out and snap a pic, still thinking i'm about to catch Kirsten with a super annoyed look on her face when she realizes David got her some lame joke gift.</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">I start looking around and notice that <i><span style="font-size: large;">pretty much everyone</span></i> has a camera out too, including David's brother, Kyle who I notice is clearly documenting this on his iPhone video camera...<i>wait a sec you guys ALL care that much about this gift? </i></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">At this point, I'm pretty sure ANY PERSON would know something was up...not me though, and I'm actually getting excited to laugh at my sister when she sees this present...</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">She opens it, it's a ring/jewelry cleaner. </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">{Looking back it makes me feel a little better knowing that <i>like me</i>, Kirsten still had no idea what was happening...a JEWELRY CLEANER still didn't give it away...}</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Kirsten: "Ohhh! I've always wanted one of these..." she say's with about 10% excitement in her voice</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">and that's when it happened...</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">David pulls Kirsten up off the fire pit ledge and say's something like:</div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">"you know how I always talk about you being my wife?..."</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZVZGbd9ujRbc2Dj_EDaMyTcBJQ_oc0zjqRUqsheSZ_6PZnVUtO7oRrbvL_9NB3C8eO-3Stm6NEjv19spP85Uy5Xj0ZHJn-vM8I2t4Ukw081xIeGZhhyphenhyphentgKgX3jzYP9EEHvadrYbXEtCQf/s1600/proposal2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZVZGbd9ujRbc2Dj_EDaMyTcBJQ_oc0zjqRUqsheSZ_6PZnVUtO7oRrbvL_9NB3C8eO-3Stm6NEjv19spP85Uy5Xj0ZHJn-vM8I2t4Ukw081xIeGZhhyphenhyphentgKgX3jzYP9EEHvadrYbXEtCQf/s320/proposal2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">Look how CUUUUTE!!!</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">*BAM*</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">{this was the last pic I took before I literally DROPPED my phone}</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">From here on out it was kind of a blur...no idea what David even said and at this point i'm practically hysterical..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>But i DO know it was pretty much the cutest thing ever </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Everyone was freaking OUT!! Kirsten, looking so cute and shocked had probably the biggest smile on her face I've ever seen.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">There was lots of hugging and excitement</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>and thankfully by now I wasn't the only one crying...</i></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">We did a champagne toast,</div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">complete with a speech from my UBER-EXCITED father, who's</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>finally getting a boy in the family</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">It was such a fun, exciting, happy night!!!</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">...and I don't even mind that David totally stole the thunder of my heartfelt gift to Kirsten...</span></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXoNtZ81HBNoYbMAE7lEcsG848P_5MT11UneQRkGE8xk-2zvtls3vRe9dklZeVb864Ig7bJaMcHBst2aF7ZvMK-wpo7kw6yZ_ev41uzJbYjciBZvMuI6XpW4CWUbID7iv6Glr9uNSeLFpS/s1600/pIMG_0191.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXoNtZ81HBNoYbMAE7lEcsG848P_5MT11UneQRkGE8xk-2zvtls3vRe9dklZeVb864Ig7bJaMcHBst2aF7ZvMK-wpo7kw6yZ_ev41uzJbYjciBZvMuI6XpW4CWUbID7iv6Glr9uNSeLFpS/s320/pIMG_0191.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> a framed professional photo of her beloved Rex</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">{yep, just like the one's I got Pat in the blog post below this} </span></i></span><i> </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Needless to say...Daniel and I couldn't bring ourselves to throw her in the pool once the proposal happened...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">With that rock, she would have gone straight to the bottom. :)</span><i><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Kirst and David, SO happy for you both. Even though we already considered you family David, I can't wait to finally make it official!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I love you both to the moon and back.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Time to start planning a wedding!!!!!! <3</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>xo,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>*L*M.O.H</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">{Maid of Honor for those of you who don't yet speak wedding}</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>*L*Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17975355018321587469noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681704686212876830.post-40138815710677469822011-04-20T16:58:00.000-07:002011-04-20T16:59:46.250-07:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQE3Jc-QKz6km-cX11UNlLmKC9dojcHGqw34DJM2IWr_b3pMy__4d3ChF6FFDzPa5gTKRSglTOMZOjiWyfLpPCUkpAmVFfjE7HLy3OxkBlH6zIlmjjdfWjyrBSXVTseIYsgevg29myXtuz/s1600/happy+birthday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQE3Jc-QKz6km-cX11UNlLmKC9dojcHGqw34DJM2IWr_b3pMy__4d3ChF6FFDzPa5gTKRSglTOMZOjiWyfLpPCUkpAmVFfjE7HLy3OxkBlH6zIlmjjdfWjyrBSXVTseIYsgevg29myXtuz/s320/happy+birthday.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">TO THE BEST BOYFRIEND IN THE WORLD</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">*</span><span style="font-size: large;">~*My Paddy*~*</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
Tonight, we are headed to our <span style="font-size: large;"><i>favorite restaurant</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">yet another one from my <u>favorite things</u> posts<u>...<br />
</u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Restaurant James Randall</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">with a few of our closest friends.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">{10 more minutes of work...tick tick tick}</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I gave Pat his bday gifts last night.</div><div style="text-align: center;">An iPad 2</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>{more for me so I can play Doodle Jump on a bigger screen}</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">and these....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5KQdzpvbxUsL4Ejcp-eRxToyTDHJkt3ufLmq3IIEZ_T08DKig7a8luLDMAEJMs_CO1urCxApyvkiQ1tSo_KRXh017W2UBpUvuoXpuALiBmUAFXWgWOrTDhi0x7SQzb-dmw-dhEXc2qD6S/s1600/dogs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5KQdzpvbxUsL4Ejcp-eRxToyTDHJkt3ufLmq3IIEZ_T08DKig7a8luLDMAEJMs_CO1urCxApyvkiQ1tSo_KRXh017W2UBpUvuoXpuALiBmUAFXWgWOrTDhi0x7SQzb-dmw-dhEXc2qD6S/s320/dogs.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">photo's of our precious puppies to hang on our semi bare walls</div><div style="text-align: center;">desperately in need of some artwork!</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Also, another BIG Birthday shout out</div><div style="text-align: center;">to Pat's twin sis,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">BRIGID!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">{love her} </span></div><div style="text-align: center;">They just happen to be the best twins I have ever met! <3<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO BOTH OF YOU!!! </span></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">xo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">*L*Mo</div>*L*Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17975355018321587469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681704686212876830.post-74920790781037155062011-04-19T09:31:00.000-07:002011-04-19T09:31:26.671-07:00One for me, one for you...<div style="text-align: center;"><i>HIYA FRIENDS!!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't believe how <span style="font-size: large;">LONG</span> it has been since I last blogged!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><u> ...SORRY LOYAL READERS... </u></div><div style="text-align: center;">{And to think I laughed in people's faces when they told me I am<i> brave</i> for starting a blog.}</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Brave??" I thought??</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes it's true, I didn't know how much<i> work</i> it would be to maintain a blog</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">a.k.a. keep entertaining stories fresh in my head long enough for me to get to a computer to write!</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I have to say, it's been great to hear that people are reading my blog, and missing it when its gone :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">SO</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm back</div><div style="text-align: center;">and I have a <span style="font-size: large;">story</span> to share:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Ex-Jz8P1fnxkjTvEon9MoC0in3K1z1mFnckkCvqufM4k-mnWBjjNeTtGRjwd8wyv4BSaZguPD9k_JvgmWSMf5muDH9Mn-AgF7Dd0ROGLXm_YjNsOEifC_pn18IzfcI4tN0R61BMGITbH/s1600/storytelling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Ex-Jz8P1fnxkjTvEon9MoC0in3K1z1mFnckkCvqufM4k-mnWBjjNeTtGRjwd8wyv4BSaZguPD9k_JvgmWSMf5muDH9Mn-AgF7Dd0ROGLXm_YjNsOEifC_pn18IzfcI4tN0R61BMGITbH/s1600/storytelling.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now...I've always been one of those people that <span style="font-size: large;">loooooves</span> giving gifts more than I like receiving them</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">:) </span></div><div style="text-align: center;">However....</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm<span style="font-size: x-large;"> also</span> one of those people who doesn't really like buying stuff for people unless I'm <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">buying something for myself at the same time...</span></i><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">double edged sword, people!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And so, the "ONE FOR ME, ONE FOR YOU" shopping plan was born.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Definition: The action in which one buys a gift for themselves each time one buys something for someone else. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anywho, It's the boyfriend's birthday week </div><div style="text-align: center;">which means lots of planning and shopping for him</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>and not so much for me</i><br />
<i>{sob} </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So I thought...<br />
I've totally mastered this <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">one for me, one for you</span> shopping plan at xmas time so why not extend it out to b-days??</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've had my eye on a pair of beautiful Tom Ford aviators for OVER 2 years now.</div><div style="text-align: center;">You might recall my love for these Tom Fords in my earlier "favorite things" posting.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">{Read it <a href="http://lifeoflmo.blogspot.com/2011/01/raindrops-on-roses.html">HERE</a>}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Whilst out shopping for Patrick</i>, I decided that my tax return money would be a FABULOUS way to finally make my dream of owning those babies a REALITY.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Also...Sadly</div><div style="text-align: center;">I stepped on my TF Whitney's when I was in Pebble Beach and totally broke them!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <u><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO8dR3VLpuQBwGjcNeMdob7b-bukPsInc7r-H9ekBJkh7qO4ktiyG0zZSq3oxZJ6FGhGEv-UDl6bTYYwgUq4CFI0P97MIbPZ7qrFBaczDYj6LQeO-WWvGwjAVxrLC2AwSbUQpqt620FKBS/s1600/Tom-Ford-Whitney-Sunglasses_13780_right_angle_large.jpg" /></u></div>Those babies DID have a good run<br />
{3 years} <br />
but<br />
I wasn't quite ready to part with them yet<br />
so I thought I would take them with me to Nordstrom to see if there was ANYTHING they could do to salvage them.<br />
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Any of you familiar with the Nordstrom RETURN POLICY?!?<br />
If you're not, get familiar<br />
it's <span style="font-size: large;">THE </span>best<br />
<i>they pretty much let you return/exchange anything and everything</i><br />
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but still....<br />
I was holding out <span style="font-size: large;">no hope</span> for getting anything for my TF Whitney's.<br />
{no receipt}<br />
{no case}<br />
{no sticker}<br />
{no purchase history-bought 'em with a gift card}<br />
<br />
Sounds pretty sketchy right?<br />
<br />
So I walked into Nordstom, broken glasses in hand<br />
with very little expectations<br />
and<br />
After explaining the situation to the nice man behind the counter<br />
in a <span style="font-size: large;"><i>" diarrhea of the mouth" </i></span>kind of way... <br />
<i>{Me: (one sentence without stopping to take a breath) I swear I bought these here but you might not believe me because I don't even have the case, a receipt, nothing except the broken glasses and you won't even find it in the system because I bought with a gift card, but either way I want to buy those Charles aviators today and maybe get these ones fixed??}</i><br />
<br />
He stared at me blankly and suddenly I wanted to run away for probably sounding like a total idiot<br />
<br />
He looked at my broken glasses and said <b><i>one of the saddest things I have ever heard</i></b><br />
<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Him: These glasses aren't even salvageable, there is nothing we can do</div>and then?<br />
He said <b><i>one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard</i></b><br />
<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Him: BUT, we will give you the total retail price of these Whitney's as a discount off your aviators!</div><br />
<i>Know what that meant ladies and gents??</i><br />
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<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">TF Charles $340.00</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">TF Whitney <span style="font-size: large;">-</span>$340.00</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> sales tax $40.00</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">--------------------------------</div><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">MY NEW SHADES $40.00</span><br />
<br />
That's right, I am now the proud owner of a pair of Tom Ford Charles Aviators<br />
and they only cost me 40 DOLLARS!!!<br />
<br />
Check em out!!! <br />
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I heart Nordstom and their ridiculous return policy...<br />
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xo,<br />
*L*Mo</div>*L*Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17975355018321587469noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681704686212876830.post-49035691938521242432011-03-08T15:11:00.000-08:002011-03-08T15:11:09.331-08:00Miss me yet??<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hopefully none of you have noticed that I haven't blogged since </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">last tuesday...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">aaaaand if you didn't...now you do!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes that's right, *L*Mo has <span style="font-size: large;">BLOGGERS BLOCK</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">so in the hopes of somewhat entertaining you with a <i><span style="font-size: large;">non-topic</span></i> topic</div><div style="text-align: center;">{since I can't think of anything newsworthy right now}</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">here is something you guys might find <i>of interest</i>...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">2 days ago, I made a vow...</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> I made a vow to lose 5 pounds in 6 days </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">WHICH MEANS </span></div><div style="text-align: center;">l</div><div style="text-align: center;">l</div><div style="text-align: center;">l</div><div style="text-align: center;">V</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Doobie brothers are performing! WOOT!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">SO basically ive been eating small meals and drinking tons of water, and trying to work out every day in heavy clothes so I sweat more...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't know when I decided that I don't like working out because I used to love it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now? </div><div style="text-align: center;">Vegging out on the couch and getting a finger workout by changing channels is really the only workout I desire...a great start towards fatty town!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As of this morning...I have lost 1 pound in 2 days...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Might need to try something more drastic...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Shout out to KRISTEN for the **diet coke** diet idea</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>1. drink diet coke in little sips</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>2. eat nothing else besides 1 very small meal each day</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>3. that's all </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">.......that would probably be just the ticket to shed those quick pounds, but I would go CRAZY</div><div style="text-align: center;">and be super bitchy at work...<i>and probably cry about every little thing</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">But, Kristen is skinny mini-so I might need to try this! :)</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">GIANT</span> pat on the back to me for skipping the pizza party we had for our co-worker today</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">NO </span>pizza for *L* Mo</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">NO</span> mud pie for *L*Mo either</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">what did I get instead?</div><div style="text-align: center;">1.some slices of turkey</div><div style="text-align: center;">2.a hungry tummy</div><div style="text-align: center;">3. bouts of dizzyness</div><div style="text-align: center;">...and i'm now seeing spots</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">LOVELY</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">this plan BETTER work!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">that's all for now, thank you for still reading my blog even when I am boring...I really appreciate your loyalty!</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">interesting stuff coming soon- <i> </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i> </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>including the <span style="font-size: large;">inevitable</span> story of me passing out in a highly inconvenient place from lack of food</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">xo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">{soon to be} SKE-*L*Mo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkNWac9HfMb7TcgXn1N_ntypRJuPp4h1vRy_lEZ7GF54lnBOl1vVVl1OJgJsQv7MyxFoqAoVqC14yyzXLVDMFI0h9KDJXv1ocwAEROWeUFyQrspUrQcwt2UswrqF4WMY0UkBpNDE7YsrPK/s1600/skeleton+elmo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkNWac9HfMb7TcgXn1N_ntypRJuPp4h1vRy_lEZ7GF54lnBOl1vVVl1OJgJsQv7MyxFoqAoVqC14yyzXLVDMFI0h9KDJXv1ocwAEROWeUFyQrspUrQcwt2UswrqF4WMY0UkBpNDE7YsrPK/s1600/skeleton+elmo.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>*L*Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17975355018321587469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681704686212876830.post-52538631846564632932011-03-01T16:20:00.000-08:002011-03-02T10:54:27.047-08:00No autographs, please<div style="text-align: center;">OK fiiine....just because you are a loyal reader</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>here is my autograph <span style="font-size: large;">just for you! </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">{and a little story as to WHY you should hold onto that little gem} </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTbrF3t5ikVdMCyI4bI0xumC34aSHphdwevUY7X9_mHJuFTDFQvdKxJTanP5WN7EyYTC6KLQLfr-l-g24kChXWg7fIDPSZ0Zs0Ia2qPaDY7PIFO0rgcpwj6kwoC7Id6jHBMzoBlPDC01MU/s1600/autograph.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTbrF3t5ikVdMCyI4bI0xumC34aSHphdwevUY7X9_mHJuFTDFQvdKxJTanP5WN7EyYTC6KLQLfr-l-g24kChXWg7fIDPSZ0Zs0Ia2qPaDY7PIFO0rgcpwj6kwoC7Id6jHBMzoBlPDC01MU/s320/autograph.jpg" width="179" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Saturday afternoon I was at a bridal shower</div><div style="text-align: center;">when I got a text from my good friend Alyssia</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b>Alyssia:</b> You were just on The Soup! The clip of the week was Birdemic and I saw you!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<i>Me= super confused</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">surely she must be mistaken</div><div style="text-align: center;">I mean YES I am in that movie...</div><div style="text-align: center;">but Kirsten and I <i>barely</i> had a part in it</div><div style="text-align: center;">She must have meant that she saw Whitney</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">After all, this IS Whitney's movie...right?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">WRONG</span> apparently!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">{side note: for those of you who don't know, Birdemic was my sister Whitney's movie debut. It has taken off as a cult hit and is now available on Netflix and on Bestbuy shelves nationwide in the new release section. My sister Kirsten and I served as extras in the movie as well, so The Moore's and friends obviously love this movie and the attention it has been getting...}</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anywho,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I came home and immediately DVR'd The Soup</div><div style="text-align: center;">and sure enough, our clip was on that night</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So what did the <span style="font-size: large;"><i>awesome </i></span>crew of The Soup pick as the BEST and most memorable of all the horrible scenes in this <i><span style="font-size: large;">so bad it's good</span></i> film??</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thats right Ladies and Gentleman</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>The Boardroom Scene</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">featuring Moore Sisters 1&2</div><div style="text-align: center;">and <i>sadly</i> not #3</div><div style="text-align: center;">{Sorry Whit}</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Enjoy the awesomeness that is Kirsten's and my acting <span style="font-size: large;">debut <span style="font-size: small;">in the link below.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">you obviously will not be disappointed....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">{P.S. Gotta love the "brothers" with their shirts off re-creating our sisterly high five!} </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://tv.gawker.com/#%215772378/the-soup-presents-updates-on-jesse-james-birdemic-butt+chugging-and-charlie-sheen/gallery/2">Thanks to this blogger because I could not find video of this anywhere!</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">xo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">*L*Mo</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>*L*Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17975355018321587469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681704686212876830.post-25971430623057743092011-02-24T16:47:00.000-08:002011-02-24T16:51:33.620-08:00the incredible shrinking *L*Mo {I hope}<div style="text-align: center;">Life<b>.</b><span style="font-size: large;">is</span><b>.</b><span style="font-size: x-large;">good</span><b>.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I've been enjoying life a lot lately...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">enjoying life by way of eating <span style="font-size: large;">everything </span>in site apparently.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sadly, all good things must come to an end and soon my clothes will no longer fit.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>{and you will recall, resolution numero uno this year was to lose weight!}</i><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOxiCga9UeqcQORwO0Gje_ev5D9nF-tne7cD78yh9Li79Cvo0nJE1ItX57F2ZLP4deXx6yPPWT6pCOvytzgXOEJo6mldtvTG_KlbY_S-4ofI_SD08_lhsWrL9eQYKUQAZOV95DBsjnDRG0/s1600/fat-bastard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOxiCga9UeqcQORwO0Gje_ev5D9nF-tne7cD78yh9Li79Cvo0nJE1ItX57F2ZLP4deXx6yPPWT6pCOvytzgXOEJo6mldtvTG_KlbY_S-4ofI_SD08_lhsWrL9eQYKUQAZOV95DBsjnDRG0/s320/fat-bastard.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><i>**GET IN MY BELLAY** </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have started with a goal of losing<span style="font-size: x-large;"> 15 </span>pounds</div><div style="text-align: center;">and have been using a cool little app called <b>LoseIt.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>{Shout out to Meg for recommending/doing this with me}</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I started this goal last Wednesday.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
And so far I have lost </div><div style="text-align: center;">drumroll pleeease</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">5</span> pounds</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">to what do I owe this much of a weight drop in such a short time frame?</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;">the stomach flu</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>AKA: A special kind of hell</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The one and ONLY silver lining to stomach flu </div><div style="text-align: center;">is the weight loss.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Good times.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I consider this my <i>gift from God</i> for having to put up with that horrible sickness for upwards of 3 days.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Man I wanted to die!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So that's what I am up to these days...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm keeping my calories low today because I am headed home to make </div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Chicken Parmesan</b> </i>ala Tyler Florence</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/tyler-florence/chicken-parmesan-recipe/index.html">{recipe here} </a></div><div style="text-align: center;">and drinking a bottle of <span style="font-size: x-large;">Caymus</span> with my *love*.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">A big <b>THANK YOU</b> to Lauren for the stellar dinner recommendation.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My tummy <span style="font-size: large;">thanks you </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>but my weight loss goal does not.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">xo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">*L*Mo</div>*L*Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17975355018321587469noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681704686212876830.post-75065638789809640822011-02-17T15:05:00.000-08:002011-07-19T13:17:42.308-07:00Guilty little TV pleasures<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hi everyone</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> My name is *L*Mo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">and i'm a TV-aholic...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZELOov8zyHm8XQO4uUJwmYZF8fl26MBQ_Pkdc-qnkYip9nG-1Jhc9cF0R441Mwyf5rAkU185z_0GW8WcTB8k1dPomm8jS_QUbj9hlxRSxxOttETXDDHe-8EH6BpvPr-ue0-3wz0Xn9PfJ/s1600/hi+lindsey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="124" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZELOov8zyHm8XQO4uUJwmYZF8fl26MBQ_Pkdc-qnkYip9nG-1Jhc9cF0R441Mwyf5rAkU185z_0GW8WcTB8k1dPomm8jS_QUbj9hlxRSxxOttETXDDHe-8EH6BpvPr-ue0-3wz0Xn9PfJ/s320/hi+lindsey.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Hi *L*Mo!!!!</i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Yes, it's true</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">I love TV!</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Im one of those people that really enjoys it at all hours of the day</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">{and I even fall asleep with it on}</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">While my boyfriend DOES happen to feel the same way about TV,</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><i> He does NOT however</i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">enjoy my TV choices from time to time....</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">He recently complained:</span></span><i><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">"Honey, since Walt has moved out, I'm slowly having to watch MORE Oprah and LESS Sports Center and I don't like it."</span></i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I feel bad for this...really I do...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">but I'm just not one of those girls that looooves sports</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Don't get me wrong,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I LOVE <i>live</i> sports when I am there</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">but I'm just not a sports page kind of gal...SO SUE ME</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This got me thinking about the kinds of shows I make my poor boyfriend watch...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The tame side would be stuff like Modern Family, stuff on the Food Network, travel channel, and the <b>occasional</b> Oprah</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>{Pat can't lie-some of the Oprah shows are QUITE intriguing to him and I KNOW IT!!}</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But here are a few that just plain<span style="font-size: large;"> DO NOT FLY</span> during couples TV time...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">1. One Born Every Minute</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmn5XvljlJen3p903P5-qviJRdD2UDjdjYYmBaKzTlm1mVxu0z4sDascA6q9IgunY8-PExjSPfvRHjcQXI0sMVId_qx-GdSZM45-ZdgQ70DQaXn08JTNQenZvO0ZusUloCYiOzJMYLUh4S/s1600/one+born+every+minute.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmn5XvljlJen3p903P5-qviJRdD2UDjdjYYmBaKzTlm1mVxu0z4sDascA6q9IgunY8-PExjSPfvRHjcQXI0sMVId_qx-GdSZM45-ZdgQ70DQaXn08JTNQenZvO0ZusUloCYiOzJMYLUh4S/s1600/one+born+every+minute.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What is it about babies and shows about having them that I just </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: large;">LOVE</span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">?</span><span style="font-size: large;">!</span><span style="font-size: x-large;">?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I could watch this kinda stuff all day!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In fact,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I first saw a commercial for this show</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I<span style="font-size: large;"> literally </span>made a calendar reminder in my Outlook</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">to make sure I didn't miss the premiere</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>{and Lauren's bday...it was a double dose reminder}</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lately, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I've been watching this on Comcast On Demand when I'm in bed</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and Pat has fallen sound asleep next to me...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The problem?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Every time I watch it in bed</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pat gets woken up </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">by the <i>craaaazy, ear piercing pain screams</i> of these women in labor!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">{even after I quickly turn the volume down when I know it's coming! I'm never fast enough...} </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">His response always cracks me up...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">"OMG what the hell is that screaming??"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">"Nothing babe, just a woman giving birth shhhh back to sleeeeeeep"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Can you think of a worse way for a man to be woken from a deep slumber? <b> </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I think not.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">2. Real Housewives of Beverly Hills</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_8a6xDaQtdarQDnCeWI3nn-8OSiQHd_cUc6ReRWFdaIkutS1foRAp3bBTyRlIpZxYGEIntOjGrMMVgypaW7IvHFu3pvQgQlFJgvjp6StC1sEJCaveaKiIEcwgqVzRcBwpUty_DErUfw4j/s1600/real-housewives-of-beverly-hills-season-1-about3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_8a6xDaQtdarQDnCeWI3nn-8OSiQHd_cUc6ReRWFdaIkutS1foRAp3bBTyRlIpZxYGEIntOjGrMMVgypaW7IvHFu3pvQgQlFJgvjp6StC1sEJCaveaKiIEcwgqVzRcBwpUty_DErUfw4j/s320/real-housewives-of-beverly-hills-season-1-about3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>{currently on hiatus until Season 2 begins (yay!)}</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've never really watched any of the other Housewives shows but for some reason this one appealed to me</div><div style="text-align: center;">AND</div><div style="text-align: center;">I became completely addicted</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is what a conversation centered around my interest in the show sounds like between Pat and I:</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b>Pat:</b> I'm seriously worried about WHY you like this show</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b>Lindsey: </b>It's entertaining</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b>Pat:</b> Yes but is this what you want your life to be? Is this what you want your friendships to be like??</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b>Lindsey:</b> No...I mean I wouldn't be OPPOSED to their money situation but...</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><b>Pat:</b> These women are HORRIBLE, catty bitches!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b>Lindsey:</b> YES! thus, entertaining to MOI! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You have to admit, he has a valid point.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Why do we even like watching this junk?</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Is it because it makes us forget about our own problems?</div><div style="text-align: center;">our own friend and family drama??</div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't think I can say that I <i><b>relate</b></i> to these women and their issues....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">so WHY is it so awesomely entertaining??</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Either way, I plan on continuing to watch these shows...</div><div style="text-align: center;">but I think I will make SURE my loving boyfriend is nowhere to be found.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>{You're welcome, honey}</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">xo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">*L*Mo </div>*L*Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17975355018321587469noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681704686212876830.post-78493043638702111202011-02-16T16:41:00.000-08:002011-02-17T11:59:10.472-08:00Back to life, back to reality<div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>travel size </i>*L*Mo </b>has just returned from Pebble Beach!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">{technically the OPPOSITE of travel size since i've been eating everything in site}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">We had a great time </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">and the weather was</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>aaaamazeballs</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidobX6FViYefpEgIQRmfniRVognmZbeK17gULVdCGZnHtfnxHAzul4tMnmj_MgFZNie_71FjKu-zHns4B6QcYCtG5qq0HowGJHqq6uxkciLY6ezn-r4DVc-6BwjkoOEqpi2_EWC_tD67yR/s1600/pebble.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidobX6FViYefpEgIQRmfniRVognmZbeK17gULVdCGZnHtfnxHAzul4tMnmj_MgFZNie_71FjKu-zHns4B6QcYCtG5qq0HowGJHqq6uxkciLY6ezn-r4DVc-6BwjkoOEqpi2_EWC_tD67yR/s320/pebble.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pat's dad was one of 3 MPCC members to be picked in a drawing to play in the AT&T Pro Am.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">SO EXCITING and one of his lifetime dreams!</span><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>plus</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">he had the CUUUUTEST caddy ever who did such a good job!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>{I got a REAL kick out of walking around pretending to be "big time" telling EVERYONE I was with the AMATEUR CADDY...}</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjc8qrwhMh_KNbh3rBCghPzZqPIHCIBpWVclehrHLEh_3L7a7ktDIbO3p-fPxUtOWaenV3z47fLB1TX35nHSRAsU9dtQhyphenhyphenS38Ddk0QlRFr5XoB__5opob717UwyxKqU9V5d_arERMguv0k/s1600/182930_10150096548787381_580717380_6087653_3208620_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjc8qrwhMh_KNbh3rBCghPzZqPIHCIBpWVclehrHLEh_3L7a7ktDIbO3p-fPxUtOWaenV3z47fLB1TX35nHSRAsU9dtQhyphenhyphenS38Ddk0QlRFr5XoB__5opob717UwyxKqU9V5d_arERMguv0k/s320/182930_10150096548787381_580717380_6087653_3208620_n.jpg" width="245" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i> </i>I'd like to tell you a little story...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">a <b><span style="font-size: large;">PERSONAL FAIL</span></b>, if you will</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm a big fan of <b>Phil Mickelson!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Great golfer, seems like a good family guy,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> kinda...sorta.... actually not really good looking guy</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>{don't care about that anyways} </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">overall I'm just a fan. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">So on Wednesday night</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pat, Kirsten's BF David, and I went to TRAPS at Spanish Bay for cocktails</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">we are just walking down the hallway into the bar when who do we pass walking alone to his room??</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">PHIL MICKELSON!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">So like a total dumb ass, I just <span style="font-size: large;">STOP</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">and stare as he walks right by me,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>mouth open-excited face </i>and all... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">{meanwhile Pat and David have forged on ahead and into the bar, trying to be "cool" and not notice him}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">me? I'm standing there all excited thinking we are all going to stop and say hi to him as he just walks </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">RIGHT BY ME</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>hopefully oblivious to what an idiot I must look like.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I walked into the bar with my head hung and spent the rest of the evening talking about what an idiot I was that I didn't even say<span style="font-size: large;"> hi! </span></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Fast forward to the next night, Thursday night...</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Same situation</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Walking into traps with David and Pat</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">SAME SPOT</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I see him AGAIN</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">How lucky is that?!?! It was definitely meant to be! </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">{this time he is walking towards us but a little further away}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pat does the same thing and wanders on into Traps but I GRAB David's arm</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">"DAVID IT"S PHIL! Wait with me I GOTTA say hi to him"</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">So awkwardly we stand there...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">waiting...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">as he slowly walks towards us...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm convinced he is about to pull the "fake phone call" to avoid us </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">but either way, I stand there...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">me with a geeky but EXTREMELY excited smile...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>he approaches</i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">me: {awkward fast wave} Hi Phil!</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">phil: Hi, how are you?</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">me: I'm fine, nice job today</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">phil: thank you! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;">he keeps walking</div><div style="text-align: center;">aaaaand<span style="font-size: large;"> END SCENE</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Seriously Lindsey?!?!</div><div style="text-align: center;">How about? <i>"Hey Phil can I get a picture with you"</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">why am I such an IDIOT</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">He was ALONE</div><div style="text-align: center;">perfect time to take a fan photo </div><div style="text-align: center;">and I can barely get a few words out!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I.D.I.O.T.</b><br />
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So as I'm sulking in the bar over my scotch on the rocks<br />
I chalk this up to be yet another <i>wash</i><br />
and think to myself<br />
"hey you saw him two nights in a row, you will come tomorrow and get that picture with him!"<b></b><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>So did I see him Friday night????</b></span><br />
<b>*</b><br />
<b>*</b><br />
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<b>*</b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-small;">of course not...</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-small;">*ugh* </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So there you have it, my brush with a famous golfer</div><div style="text-align: center;">and I totally <i><span style="font-size: large;">CHOKE</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh welll</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Who needs Phil Mickelson</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>when you are dating the amateur caddy!</i> </div><div style="text-align: center;">;) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">xo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">*L*Mo</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">P.S. Here are a few more pics</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyAlNaLkaEwRjsadM_x9Ezn8A839c0d1ubbo40IylahSZLH9oN95bE0iM51-STs7mieMqKY1_5ZzMYfo3ktN0JjXPrWEdv0iDu_Zg9QrxEN_K33GyyjWyaHB9l9qwGiNtV1sTrlAvMb9HW/s1600/pebble1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyAlNaLkaEwRjsadM_x9Ezn8A839c0d1ubbo40IylahSZLH9oN95bE0iM51-STs7mieMqKY1_5ZzMYfo3ktN0JjXPrWEdv0iDu_Zg9QrxEN_K33GyyjWyaHB9l9qwGiNtV1sTrlAvMb9HW/s320/pebble1.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mike Sr. on #4 at Spyglass<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5SXfwOYJ74OgznR-KxgxCGwGfwXcKj5TvU-VvRMqTqAF1DavgJi5NTXvxF02yRJethaDSmlPcaRsImyQHahRZxNJ07GxKjsYDPk0qlGnrPY5jfPz2CCEG89OAf-Q-w7GMhyojKyq54JY2/s1600/pebble6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5SXfwOYJ74OgznR-KxgxCGwGfwXcKj5TvU-VvRMqTqAF1DavgJi5NTXvxF02yRJethaDSmlPcaRsImyQHahRZxNJ07GxKjsYDPk0qlGnrPY5jfPz2CCEG89OAf-Q-w7GMhyojKyq54JY2/s320/pebble6.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">From left: Dad-Gary, David, Annie, Me, Mom-Lynn</div>*L*Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17975355018321587469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681704686212876830.post-50789976751145129272011-02-08T15:23:00.000-08:002011-02-08T16:00:53.753-08:00well they totally SCREWED me...<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: large;"> Any of you ever been to...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUeyiRYNIHzc_6SdtQLthl5HYRL4bFoRi-O2EnNWyrCeCypYVMin4eXytHL1ybz63dsXwb3luxmMEeDwppjMWRCnuwSNxQBYyNIKFG69gFM4LO_v5GixpVxerzySJZHnHEXLZt26DEWDF7/s1600/BJs.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUeyiRYNIHzc_6SdtQLthl5HYRL4bFoRi-O2EnNWyrCeCypYVMin4eXytHL1ybz63dsXwb3luxmMEeDwppjMWRCnuwSNxQBYyNIKFG69gFM4LO_v5GixpVxerzySJZHnHEXLZt26DEWDF7/s1600/BJs.gif" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-large;">?</span><b>?</b><i><span style="font-size: large;">?</span></i>? <br />
If you haven't <br />
find one<br />
and go there<br />
Their Pizookies are <i>amazeballs</i><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">cookie + deep dish pizza pan + ice cream = Pizookie = YUM</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">OR</span> you might <span style="font-size: large;">NOT </span>want to go there after you hear this little <i>story</i>...<br />
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I went to BJ's for lunch with our two managers and a few new reps that just started<br />
I ordered the Cobb Salad<br />
I freaking <i>LOVE</i> this cobb salad<br />
it's probably one of my top <span style="font-size: x-large;">3</span> fave salads<br />
actually it used to be called the <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">"Not Exactly Cobb, Cobb"</span><br />
because it isn't really a Cobb at all<br />
<i>but that is neither here nor there.</i><br />
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So at approximately bite 3<br />
I bit down on something <i><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>HARD</b></span></i><br />
I freaked out immediately<br />
<i>"OOOOOMG I think I just broke a tooth!" </i>I said.<br />
So I spit out my mouthful into my napkin and<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">behold</span><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">a SCREW</span></b><br />
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<i>hard</i><br />
<i>metal </i><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">SCREW!!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So</span> we of course call over the server<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">who</span> brings over the manager<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">who </span>comps our whole meal<br />
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which is nice and all<br />
but I just had a METAL SCREW in my mouth people<br />
<i>{and I kinda got a baby cut on my gum from it...call me a wimp but it <b>hurt!</b>}</i><br />
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Now...I was raised by an parent who is an attorney<br />
My <span style="font-size: large;">dad</span> is a <span style="font-size: large;">hard working</span><br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">**ambulance chaser**</span></i><br />
<i>{just kidding dad}</i><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></i><br />
and has taught me many things about the law and suing people who <b>piss you off</b><br />
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My mind <i>immediately</i> began filtering through my possible <span style="font-size: small;">"claims"</span> towards BJ's and what I could possibly<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">COLLECT</span> from them because of this <span style="font-size: large;">INJURY</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Some of my favorites:</span><br />
<b><i>"Ouch I bit this screw, Wow and now my neck kinda hurts, it must have given me whiplash!"</i></b><br />
and<br />
<i><b>"Ugh, I bit this screw...I think I'm going to need a professional level teeth whitening job asap!"</b></i><br />
and <br />
<b><i>"OMG, I bit this screw..I also think I'm definitely going to need new highlights, a new outfit, an expensive purse, and a car detail"</i></b><br />
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Ok so none of those would probably ever fly....<br />
but a girl can <i>dream</i><br />
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another thing I tried to collect on?<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>possible time off???</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">Most recent conversation with my manager:</span></b><i> </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">ME: im thinking I need to take an emotional and physical PAID leave of absence from work now after my lunch injury...</span><br />
<br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">MANAGER: I think I have some post tramatic stress myself from just watching it happen.</span><br />
<br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">ME: yeah i know, talk to your boss-lets get this approved</span><br />
<br style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;" /><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">MANAGER: on it</span><i></i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Ohhh the possibilities that could come from this lunchtime tragedy...</i><br />
too bad none of the above will ever happen<i><br />
</i><br />
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SO be warned readers...<br />
If you go to BJs<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">#1</span> get the pizookie<br />
<br />
and<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">#2</span> take little bites and chew your food carefully<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">NO METAL SCREWS IN THE TUMMY!!!</span><br />
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xo,<br />
*L*Mo<br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>So what did I do??</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">I took to the internet to find funny stuff that would make me laugh!<i></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>it worked.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">I thought I would share a few of my favorite images I stumbled across today:</span></b><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">{as always-<i>click to enlarge</i>} </span></span><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkxFe2QrN7a_QBlvexWqMGFgMyO1MqR3Cokk5FPbDFYFQSKUkESvSe_KxR3SJ3tY5LgTgvPDluZsXClyFloESkrIaLu4iOh0XQeCFef9McfOeneBGvmb1_daHoLOiOuagn2tQhE8p0yi37/s1600/funnycaption6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkxFe2QrN7a_QBlvexWqMGFgMyO1MqR3Cokk5FPbDFYFQSKUkESvSe_KxR3SJ3tY5LgTgvPDluZsXClyFloESkrIaLu4iOh0XQeCFef9McfOeneBGvmb1_daHoLOiOuagn2tQhE8p0yi37/s320/funnycaption6.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> Don't do it Spike!! You have too much to live for!!!</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">hope those brought a **smile** to your face today. </span><i><span style="font-size: large;"></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">xo,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">*L*Mo</span></span><i><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>*L*Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17975355018321587469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681704686212876830.post-32665168449523309342011-02-02T15:22:00.000-08:002011-02-02T16:31:50.373-08:00Things I have learned since I last blogged....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7GRtEsYyMC4S-YIkogLqyI91VfMAOu2hlHg1PnvQDZFUwL8jr5qqw2UcqBaIpy3X3lqL6WbKUSOL0x-ChVdFlGHJPb3-qBeqdDw5jslXwDERo7NKH0hHJFuhQOA3EfqalKNorWpZrbjnL/s1600/wave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7GRtEsYyMC4S-YIkogLqyI91VfMAOu2hlHg1PnvQDZFUwL8jr5qqw2UcqBaIpy3X3lqL6WbKUSOL0x-ChVdFlGHJPb3-qBeqdDw5jslXwDERo7NKH0hHJFuhQOA3EfqalKNorWpZrbjnL/s320/wave.jpg" width="143" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">oh HAI everyone!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know it's been a few days since I posted anything</div><div style="text-align: center;">and I know you all missed me...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>terribly</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Good news!!!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I learned some things over the last few days</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Bad news!!!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">tough lessons </span>actually<br />
none of this was<i> fun</i> by any means <br />
...tough lessons for me but both things I think you guys will get a kick out of..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">so <i>PAY ATTENTION PEEPS!</i></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Here we go: A couple things *L*Mo has learned since last Thursday...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">1. You should never, ever, under any circumstances</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">take more than ONE 5 Hour Energy</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">at a time!!!</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnYPEGfYqkyZgpsCQomeO0KK9PIjAUMv9k1cJ3gU-FxlQIN5NKTV9nKFNDGBGYef0Q5krQjcj9BHwR6KnlCMZb4jEq1mnQzHlPepdiLSxGZ69gwFpzSadxX4IWaBm4xiwYIR82CKdhN4Qm/s1600/5hour.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnYPEGfYqkyZgpsCQomeO0KK9PIjAUMv9k1cJ3gU-FxlQIN5NKTV9nKFNDGBGYef0Q5krQjcj9BHwR6KnlCMZb4jEq1mnQzHlPepdiLSxGZ69gwFpzSadxX4IWaBm4xiwYIR82CKdhN4Qm/s320/5hour.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">it all started Friday afternoon</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was sitting at work</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>kinda bored</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>kinda tired</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>kinda THIRSTY</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">{the kitchen is kinda a far walk and generally too much work for me to walk to}</div><div style="text-align: center;">I noticed I had a two-pack of 5 hour energy's on my desk.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I had only taken about 1 sip of one of them the day before so I finished that one off...</div><div style="text-align: center;">tasted gross...</div><div style="text-align: center;">didn't feel anything...</div><div style="text-align: center;">and at this point, i'm pretty<span style="font-size: large;"> unimpressed </span>by this little bottle...</div><div style="text-align: center;">so what do I do?</div><div style="text-align: center;">naturally, I decide to drink the other one as well</div><div style="text-align: center;">THAT'S when </div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"shit hit the fan"</i> if you will...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">first it was left arm pain which freaked me out</div><div style="text-align: center;">then my heart was RACING</div><div style="text-align: center;">then my legs went numb </div><div style="text-align: center;">then I was dizzy</div><div style="text-align: center;">at this point I decide to make the long walk to the kitchen for some water</div><div style="text-align: center;">{even though I could barely see straight...I kinda felt like a dog who feels the need to go off and die alone because I really didn't want to pass out in plain sight}</div><div style="text-align: center;">came back to my desk and tried to<span style="font-size: large;"><i> come to terms </i></span>with the fact that I was most definitely about to </div><div style="text-align: center;">pass out <b>COLD </b></div><div style="text-align: center;">at my desk</div><div style="text-align: center;">with people around</div><div style="text-align: center;">in a dress</div><div style="text-align: center;">with no makeup on my face</div><div style="text-align: center;">...this only made things worse....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"omg what if i pass out and my dress flies up?!?"</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">so what do I do next? I decide to Google<span style="font-size: large;"> "caffiene overdose"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
First thing that comes up? </div><div style="text-align: center;">a link to Yahoo Answers.</div><div style="text-align: center;">{generally, I don't even look for advice on this site, its a bunch of people who seem to know nothing about anything}</div><div style="text-align: center;">the first answer I stumble upon? </div><div style="text-align: center;">that fits EVERY side effect I am experiencing?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">"you are definitely having a heart attack and could be moments away from death, call 911 or get to a hospital asap"</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>GREEEEEAT</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">so now not only am i COMPLETELY losing it</div><div style="text-align: center;">but i'm trying to hold it together at work</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">I spent the next 2 hours with my head in between my knees</div><div style="text-align: center;">chugging water</div><div style="text-align: center;">and telling myself <i>"You are ok, Lindsey. You are a FIGHTER!"</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">{I also held back on sending the "goodbye, I love you all" text to my family, friends, and boyfriend}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">which turned out to be a good call...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyhoo, obviously I made it through this ordeal</div><div style="text-align: center;">barely</div><div style="text-align: center;">but heed this warning all you readers,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">One 5 hour energy will most likely do the trick</div><div style="text-align: center;">so if you must drink one- I'd stay stick to ONE. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Personally...</div><div style="text-align: center;">I will not be touching a drop of that stuff to my lips</div><div style="text-align: center;">ever. again.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>2. PG&E does NOT f**ck around!</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghCIP4H08O_eFTQgZ5v8NbOKJB8TTxmtxpYNKr84Ns-l-pYmNL1yvAZrZeC2RRyS9AXMDLKIA28vCyH_YXDuV5rrfqABQE1nSDV9GPixJQ30T3kPxM2Wdl8QjDD0ER6-BsYamBiaYAZ7rr/s1600/pge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghCIP4H08O_eFTQgZ5v8NbOKJB8TTxmtxpYNKr84Ns-l-pYmNL1yvAZrZeC2RRyS9AXMDLKIA28vCyH_YXDuV5rrfqABQE1nSDV9GPixJQ30T3kPxM2Wdl8QjDD0ER6-BsYamBiaYAZ7rr/s1600/pge.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">I discovered this little <i>DOOZY</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">last night.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pat and I came home from the store with a nice little plan to make spaghetti and have a bottle of wine<br />
a lovely monday night... </div><div style="text-align: center;">we pull up to the driveway</div><div style="text-align: center;">and the garage door opener is not working</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>hmmmm </i></div><div style="text-align: center;">so I walk to the front door and notice that all lights are OFF and our oven clock isn't on either</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>lovely...no power</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">then, it HITS ME</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>**rewind two days prior**</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm trying to pay our electricity bill online</div><div style="text-align: center;">but</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">I forgot our password</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">{whoops}</div><div style="text-align: center;">so I go to make the payment over the phone with my debit card...</div><div style="text-align: center;">turns out</div><div style="text-align: center;">PG&E only accepts some WEIRD kind of debit card</div><div style="text-align: center;">{I have a Wells Fargo debit card, pretty sure thats kinda standard for a lot of households so <i><span style="font-size: small;">WTF PG&E?</span></i><span style="font-size: small;">}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">third option,</div><div style="text-align: center;">tell them I have sent a payment in so they don't shut off my power and go to the bank tomorrow to get a check to send in {since I had none left}...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">wellllllllll guess who kinda</span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i> forgot to go to the bank the next day</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">SO back to last night...</div><div style="text-align: center;">now PG&E is waiting for my payment</div><div style="text-align: center;">payment doesn't come</div><div style="text-align: center;">electricity gets SHUT OFF</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i> wow. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;">OFFICIALLY THE LOWEST POINT IN MY LIFE. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I have just brought a whole new meaning to the term</div><div style="text-align: center;">FML.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">After spending about an hour on the phone getting them my bank info and paying our bill, they xfer me to the Smart Meter peeps</div><div style="text-align: center;">PG&E: <i>GREAT NEWS LINDSEY! We can automatically turn your power back on now because you have a smart meter</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">ME: <i>That IS great, thanks smart meter lady!!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">PG&E: <i>Give us just a few minutes and you will be all set</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">ME: <i>Phew! Spaghetti tiiiiime!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
fast forward 3 hours<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">{now 10:30 PM}</div><div style="text-align: center;">still no power...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pat has made a fire that I am practically<span style="font-size: large;"> SITTING</span> in because I'm so cold</div><div style="text-align: center;">We have finished off a bottle of wine</div><div style="text-align: center;">and a whole sourdough baguette </div><div style="text-align: center;">and I am contemplating calling PG&E to tell them I have a newborn who might now have frostbite</div><div style="text-align: center;">because they are taking<i> FOREVER AND A DAY </i></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">to turn our power back on</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Finally, around 10:45 our power was<b><span style="font-size: large;"> restored.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">so one long night in the dark with no dinner</div><div style="text-align: center;">and </div><div style="text-align: center;">one very LARGE apology to my poor boyfriend, later</div><div style="text-align: center;"> A lesson was learned...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Don't F with PG&E...</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>pay your bill on time no matter what!! </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>apparently they have access to all the power in your house!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is a pic I drew for Pat on his laptop in my red wine HAZE </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a name='more'></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMO7Kp6O71erJ8HDvSHI0K4ZB4i84ulw0d4ovylo6Ni8zimsZojUaEWt1m2WjPSqLIWnreACY2Yci32uj3PgMUnzz2LGoiysLOdinjG0L12aLGOxT7Cs9PmKeVrJrbTfU9q-CzmYpgaK9Y/s1600/lindseys+no+electricity+art.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMO7Kp6O71erJ8HDvSHI0K4ZB4i84ulw0d4ovylo6Ni8zimsZojUaEWt1m2WjPSqLIWnreACY2Yci32uj3PgMUnzz2LGoiysLOdinjG0L12aLGOxT7Cs9PmKeVrJrbTfU9q-CzmYpgaK9Y/s320/lindseys+no+electricity+art.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">notice the <i>fine </i>attention to detail: red wine, bread, fire, and pat's cute little fauxhawk</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
xo,<br />
*L* Mo</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>*L*Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17975355018321587469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681704686212876830.post-11275003719025871342011-01-27T15:56:00.000-08:002011-02-04T08:46:37.103-08:00Whenever I need a laugh...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">It's really nice to have a friend like this</span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i> </i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-_Gte9ETVV5WhxGAR9IlRs606mjWdIWPOeSGNijRbFG-qXToolK3K9DkGnQaH22yoGjLyL8pB08Cn6PMTF_AChLAhq7Ty1ZOLJtqEmENe_VOdAY_99sKE5h8y0wSg3V6eOg7hPVMkw4u8/s1600/jessi1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-_Gte9ETVV5WhxGAR9IlRs606mjWdIWPOeSGNijRbFG-qXToolK3K9DkGnQaH22yoGjLyL8pB08Cn6PMTF_AChLAhq7Ty1ZOLJtqEmENe_VOdAY_99sKE5h8y0wSg3V6eOg7hPVMkw4u8/s320/jessi1.jpg" width="207" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Just kidding-I barely know this girl</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"> the friend I speak of is the one that <span style="font-size: large;">took</span> the pic </span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">She's pretty fun.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
Her name is <span style="font-size: large;"><i>Jessi Jae Joplin</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUopsIxM4IgFDgJ2OSa2ZwB0-6eYcGh-EA3h86BAEM2v_Ct9KvTBJ8FKBvhsq5DLymxvSjoTAkchf8J69r2TKNSLaCdBjLDBixUC1oO7SFt1VXrBzaSVj6Vp4ElByDHUgfuVah-82FprmP/s1600/jessi2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUopsIxM4IgFDgJ2OSa2ZwB0-6eYcGh-EA3h86BAEM2v_Ct9KvTBJ8FKBvhsq5DLymxvSjoTAkchf8J69r2TKNSLaCdBjLDBixUC1oO7SFt1VXrBzaSVj6Vp4ElByDHUgfuVah-82FprmP/s320/jessi2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">She makes me laugh and every time we hang out, we spend most of our time making silly videos on her <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Mac</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thus, today's blog was born.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I needed something to<span style="font-size: large;"> entertain me<span style="font-size: small;"> today</span>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I <i>TOTALLY FORGOT</i> that Jessi posted some of our videos on Youtube!</div><div style="text-align: center;">So I searched.</div><div style="text-align: center;">watched.</div><div style="text-align: center;">laughed.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and decided to share.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is my fave.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>enjoy.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/-dPPFEFdbHw?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I'm hoping this translates as somewhat <span style="font-size: large;">funny</span> to the rest of you...don't judge me to harshly if it's not</i><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">{also funny because we were having a PARTY at her house and for some reason found it more fun to sit down and make this video than do any kind of socializing} </span><i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">You should also know that we had more that a few cocktails prior to this recording...</span><i></i><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">oh, Jessi's also a pretty rockin' <span style="font-size: x-large;">POP STAR</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">check her out<span style="font-size: large;"><i> <a href="http://www.jessijaejoplin.com/">here</a></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">xo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">*L*Mo</div>*L*Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17975355018321587469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681704686212876830.post-89090964809908228042011-01-26T15:13:00.000-08:002011-01-28T15:27:55.375-08:00What not to wear (apparently)<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Here's the situation...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>My job</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">is a desk job</div><div style="text-align: center;">a cubicle job</div><div style="text-align: center;">nothing outside in the fresh air</div><div style="text-align: center;">nothing customer facing</div><div style="text-align: center;">just me and a good 'ol <span style="font-size: large;">cube!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Now</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">anyone who knows me knows I take these 2 things<i> very seriously</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><b>1. Warmth</b></span></i>-I'm completely addicted to </div><div style="text-align: center;">h<i>eaters, heating blankets, </i>and<i> heating pads</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">{space heater on my feet is operating as I type this}</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">and</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>2. Being comfy</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My comfy clothes go one of these two ways on any given day</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">The</span></b> <i>"I didn't get enough sleep and also didn't shower this morning but i'm trying to look cute and at least wear girly colors" </i><b><span style="font-size: large;">look</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrDVuU1fWfJRbj9uNEmKrZhiBqbZ8GKh26sEEulXsl4Kutm5wBtNsxpGCcAphB84D9oiMiQvldlZ-yZwrGg6riN5QWxWkmczKM2-7bXj1Ibid4quWXf88T2LSWPVfL59CpE7tPVWQjMuOt/s1600/scrub.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrDVuU1fWfJRbj9uNEmKrZhiBqbZ8GKh26sEEulXsl4Kutm5wBtNsxpGCcAphB84D9oiMiQvldlZ-yZwrGg6riN5QWxWkmczKM2-7bXj1Ibid4quWXf88T2LSWPVfL59CpE7tPVWQjMuOt/s320/scrub.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">this is usually my <span style="font-size: large;">weekend </span>look when I'm running errands or <i>staggering</i> into Starbucks with a hangover to retrieve a latte as big as my <span style="font-size: x-large;">head </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">or </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">The</span></b> "<i>Baggy layers make me look less fat and also make me look like I have style but I kinda look too much like Mary Kate Olsen" </i><b><span style="font-size: large;">look</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZm_oJDZfRC4DYEPTHiRDVp9JERbimpfFUkXLH3XSOA9r-YsotLs13XZ-lY7nSafYA636AQt8AycB4g3mGbPdUOL5OLDNNuWlZvXwOzjXEHFahzcN8YfaJD8jGyW-A81cnpvjUjpG70Hyn/s1600/marykate+olsen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZm_oJDZfRC4DYEPTHiRDVp9JERbimpfFUkXLH3XSOA9r-YsotLs13XZ-lY7nSafYA636AQt8AycB4g3mGbPdUOL5OLDNNuWlZvXwOzjXEHFahzcN8YfaJD8jGyW-A81cnpvjUjpG70Hyn/s1600/marykate+olsen.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>This is the one I tend to wear to work.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>It's comfy</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I'ts easy</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>It makes me look like I have somewhat tried without really trying</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">and in my office, it passes just fine! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>HOWEVER</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">If you choose to adopt one clothing style and consistently show up to work in it</div><div style="text-align: center;">it becomes a bit obvious when you try to change it up</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Example:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">This morning, for some reason, I decided to <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>dress up</i></span> a little and wear a casual blue dress, sweater, and cute nude heals</div><div style="text-align: center;">but I also didn't wash my hair in the shower this morning</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>so</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">in went the dry shampoo spray </div><div style="text-align: center;">and up went the hair into a bun</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>then</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">I found some<span style="font-size: large;"> cute </span>dangley earrings that totally matched so I had to wear those too<br />
<i>{Up-do+dangle-y earrings=fancy looking} </i><br />
*</div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;">Walked into work 45 min later to literally 5 people complementing me on my outfit today</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>"Wow, cute dress"</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>"Woah you dressed up today!"</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>"Aww, look how cute and dressed up you are"</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">and even my cubicle neighbor, <span style="font-size: large;"><b>Jeff</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>"Weird, you dressed up today, I'm always surprised when you dress up, don't really know how to handle it"</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>OK PEOPLE</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I like compliments and all,</div><div style="text-align: center;">but ok, <i>I get it</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">I dont dress up at work usually</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So now I am in a difficult situation</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Clearly</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">people at work are aware of my style choices<br />
I'm afraid if I start dressing up MORE</div><div style="text-align: center;">I will get comments about looking horrible when I dress down</div><div style="text-align: center;">**already hearing in my head**</div><div style="text-align: center;">**when I wear one of my "ala mary kate" outfits** </div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"Woah, whats wrong with you today?? Are you sick??"</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I also don't want to commit to dressing up every day!</div><div style="text-align: center;">{toooooo much work}</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Seriously, <span style="font-size: large;"><i>what is the best choice here?</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">To dress up or not to dress up...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">THAT IS THE QUESTION!!!!!!!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">xo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">*L*Mo</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>*L*Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17975355018321587469noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681704686212876830.post-82795977567409753272011-01-24T16:49:00.000-08:002011-01-24T16:49:56.102-08:00Do NOT Tickle me *L*Mo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLfku64pXFWusWoycGKJkhxCuxBiQmVI7_hVmX9sFMwe8x0YV1HOfbYsywt3pvDS6QkAoSJ0xhTyRJkSOTpO6XRgxWfClAOuylgR4eDDaiP_g3LBueqXunHn1_S7Q3I7KQHCymnH0nuPRa/s1600/ticklemeelmo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLfku64pXFWusWoycGKJkhxCuxBiQmVI7_hVmX9sFMwe8x0YV1HOfbYsywt3pvDS6QkAoSJ0xhTyRJkSOTpO6XRgxWfClAOuylgR4eDDaiP_g3LBueqXunHn1_S7Q3I7KQHCymnH0nuPRa/s320/ticklemeelmo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Don't even think about it!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"You know what i hate, the one thing i hated growing up. <br />
I hated being tickled. Tickling is the worst. <br />
Cuz it started out fun. Right? <br />
"Tickling, lets tickle!' started fun...ended horribly. <br />
Didn't it always escalate the same way? First you would be like <br />
"Hahahahahahaaahaa c'mon! Hahhaaahaa i can't bre! I can't breathe!<br />
Cut it out!! Stop It!! im going to throw up!" <br />
and they couldnt stop they're like "Hahahaaahaa I dont care! Hahaahaa!" </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dane Cook couldn't have said it better</div><div style="text-align: center;">I freaking HATE being tickled!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The idea for this post started last week.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was minding my own business...</div><div style="text-align: center;">doing dishes like a good little housewife {housegirlfriend}</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pat comes up behind me </div><div style="text-align: center;">and</div><div style="text-align: center;">not only does he <i>SCARE</i> me, but he decides to<span style="font-size: large;"> tickle</span> me <span style="font-size: large;">too!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">so what do I do?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><b>BAM</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>straight back kick to the knee!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>The look of total shock {and a little pain} on his face was pretty funny</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">but that's what you GET for tickling {and scaring} me!!!</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes, I am one of those people that can turn VIOLENT with one little tickle...don't do it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My friend Rick Travis recently said,<span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody">"Tickle wars, 95% of the time, end in sex."</span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="messageBody">REALLY? </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody">I couldn't agree with this</span></span><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody"> <span style="font-size: large;">less</span></span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody">Pretty sure I got this trait of <span style="font-size: large;"><i>hating</i></span> to be tickled from my grandma</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="messageBody">**my sweet Nanny**</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody">the one</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody">and <i>only</i> time</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody">I ever tickled her</span><i><span class="messageBody"> </span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody">she literally <span style="font-size: large;">punched me in the stomach</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody">who does that to their 5 year old grandchild?? </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><b>{I'll try not to be guilty of this with my own grandkids someday}</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So I ask you, sweet readers...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">DOES ANYONE ACTUALLY LIKE TO BE TICKLED</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>{obv. besides you, Rick...i do not want to hear your answer to that}</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">xo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">*L*Mo</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div>*L*Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17975355018321587469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681704686212876830.post-23336816254604487332011-01-21T15:17:00.000-08:002011-01-21T15:33:35.385-08:00Everybody is...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Work<span style="font-size: x-large;">in'</span> for the <span style="font-size: x-large;">weekend!!!</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwpwX_vsyTbxjKw__ur4FN5Xs3pS6KN50sarXzeH4C2vwrbWbhzyQuB9NcsVKOMN1pL9WtUEELmWffkqm9qIQZc2Q-drQoEWGwSEw57DpQOodQiedQ3Ii_SUheRr_zCM3kSIBhkwML1Sre/s1600/loverboy.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Dang, those are some sexy 80s haircuts Loverboy!!</span></b></i><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">you guys know the song...<i>right?</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">{10 bucks says you are singing it in your head right now}</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">** </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">Everybody's working for the weekend**<br />
**Everybody wants a <span style="font-size: x-small;">little</span> romance**<br />
**Everybody's goin' off the deep end**<br />
**Everybody needs a second chance, <span style="font-size: x-small;">ohhhh</span>**</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial;">**You want a piece of my heart**<br />
**You better start from start**<br />
**You wanna be in the showwwww**<br />
**Come on baby lets <b><span style="font-size: x-large;">GOOO</span></b></span></i></span>**</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh man, it's been a <u><i><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">long</span></b></i></u> week!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm ready for <i>DATE NIGHT </i>tonight!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Little</b> one-on-one time with my love<b> </b><br />
<b>Little</b> romantic dinner <b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Little</b> movie</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Little</b> popcorn...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>{okay <span style="font-size: large;">BIG</span> popcorn, movie popcorn is one of my top 5 <span style="font-size: large;">fave</span> foods!}</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">overall, gonna be a nice <b>little</b> evening.<br />
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Also..<br />
Going to a baby shower for my beautiful friend Natalia on Saturday,<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>{crap, still haven't gotten a present for her}</i></span><br />
and then headed to the city with my BFF<i> Rae</i><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">What are YOUR plans this weekend??</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Whatever you are doing...</span><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;">Have fun</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;">Be safe</span></i><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">xo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">*L*Mo</div>*L*Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17975355018321587469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681704686212876830.post-58976665392566290012011-01-20T16:55:00.000-08:002011-01-20T21:46:39.958-08:00The ART of a pose<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfrra5xalaxhLodmtZSW4qGW34xnP9NAUaUznkxj8GhKXoF2-Tp58tgySwWC_e6G6HzBWloCFwpkl8RbBW2c5LSkzyE9HaS2zFbv0pwzpxp3JEZAFLs0Arj9AQhTmbJ9Gh6SUpC3XVrDUa/s1600/skinny+arm+pose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfrra5xalaxhLodmtZSW4qGW34xnP9NAUaUznkxj8GhKXoF2-Tp58tgySwWC_e6G6HzBWloCFwpkl8RbBW2c5LSkzyE9HaS2zFbv0pwzpxp3JEZAFLs0Arj9AQhTmbJ9Gh6SUpC3XVrDUa/s320/skinny+arm+pose.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ahhhh the art of a <span style="font-size: large;"><i>pose</i></span>!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">celebs have this down to a science.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and it's something I've always <span style="font-size: large;"><b>strived </b></span>to replicate.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> If you can master the <i>skinny pose </i></div><div style="text-align: center;">it can make photo-taking a whole lot more fun!</div><div style="text-align: center;">{instead of uber embarrasing when you get caught in a<i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> not so flattering pic</span></i>}</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">EXHIBIT A:</span></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdds9kvOG5b5zfKDFnHaUAG0_KXUBJUkGsPUWRoPVOcwVYsX7avbDG5IyKVo7bXr7A-_FQb5vrbFA7DSRCmE2WyjZYt6TJz8-x0qfqbf-VEyFXTXqXiO6AUZFiIgzmiJdhq7rbJuoo_Ldy/s1600/BAD+PIC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdds9kvOG5b5zfKDFnHaUAG0_KXUBJUkGsPUWRoPVOcwVYsX7avbDG5IyKVo7bXr7A-_FQb5vrbFA7DSRCmE2WyjZYt6TJz8-x0qfqbf-VEyFXTXqXiO6AUZFiIgzmiJdhq7rbJuoo_Ldy/s320/BAD+PIC.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>{click to enlarge but I REALLY wouldn't if I were you}</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>SERIOUSLY, what is that?!?!</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">my boyfriend can't even LOOK at me and is pounding booze instead...<br />
and our friend Mounter looks shocked </div><div style="text-align: center;">and is CLEARLY pointing up at the </div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">ugly-ness</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">that is <b>ME</b> in the pic.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>{I had a small heart attack when I saw this made it to fbook}</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>SO </b></span><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i> </i>the lesson today, my children</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>is to learn how to AVOID this kind of shot.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">I dedicate this posting to my sister Kirsten</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>the true master of the skinny pose</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">{also my model in several pics below}<i> </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>*</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>*</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">THE ART OF THE POSE</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">1. The skinny arm</span> </span></b></span><i></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpazCILXKHpXmq-_2zW2_0xI1-AggSOe0LrOp2QfHY-rEAWa2OLiYfkoJ4mTwQ1RGn3cG_ugTsQnUsijQw4D-0Toy8nZHjjIQoVHzh9KrA_Sh23kVCSVkifZh8stLOBASXGe7-wTv1oQIh/s1600/paris+hilton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpazCILXKHpXmq-_2zW2_0xI1-AggSOe0LrOp2QfHY-rEAWa2OLiYfkoJ4mTwQ1RGn3cG_ugTsQnUsijQw4D-0Toy8nZHjjIQoVHzh9KrA_Sh23kVCSVkifZh8stLOBASXGe7-wTv1oQIh/s1600/paris+hilton.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i>Paris KINDA mastered this very early on...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>{say what you will about the girl}</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">Shoulder back.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hand on the hip.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Elbow angled away from the camera.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">*viola*</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdJ9cgDAFVsUDxDXZrPLnLoEZoyOd-9qeiD8SWw3FN8RGUM3999wAuAWTBL4wsWZCFNRCfqJAuRKBG-NY8358rA3qFrRoxzILmoqD7npwAOLfnGeDAhIGi_nyjIVBijP50dSYNLyqABIMX/s1600/kirsthay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdJ9cgDAFVsUDxDXZrPLnLoEZoyOd-9qeiD8SWw3FN8RGUM3999wAuAWTBL4wsWZCFNRCfqJAuRKBG-NY8358rA3qFrRoxzILmoqD7npwAOLfnGeDAhIGi_nyjIVBijP50dSYNLyqABIMX/s320/kirsthay.jpg" width="177" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Kirst {right} and Hayley {left} rocking the skinny arm</span><i><span style="font-size: large;"></span></i><br />
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Jeez I still can't get over that ugly pic. <span style="font-size: x-large;">BARF! </span><br />
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<i>ok anyhoo...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">2. Lean forward/head forward</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPn7JifDIK5Cd2j0_gWVYOSTdjrBnNaSIDIRRwbWZ0wzHvnl3kWe9Qf_HB_EpmbQlx5530NorbiXFPUJJgTZ3QGjJ62Nk-lEbkSLUqypDmHp9u4LGa9__fki9VERQEtLnsg4XYIo058NEX/s1600/lindz+good.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPn7JifDIK5Cd2j0_gWVYOSTdjrBnNaSIDIRRwbWZ0wzHvnl3kWe9Qf_HB_EpmbQlx5530NorbiXFPUJJgTZ3QGjJ62Nk-lEbkSLUqypDmHp9u4LGa9__fki9VERQEtLnsg4XYIo058NEX/s320/lindz+good.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> This pic was taken <span style="font-size: large;">the DAY</span> after I saw the one above...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>clearly</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I am focusing on extending that head out of the neck area!</span></span><b><span style="font-size: large;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I would also like to highlight <span style="font-size: large;"><b>#3 </b></span>with this same photo</span><b><span style="font-size: large;"></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">3. Hide behind people to make yourself look skinnier!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i> </i></span><span style="font-size: small;">the photo pretty much says it all</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">hide behind best friend and boyfriend?</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">*BAM*</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>instantly skinnier</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>4. Tongue to the roof of the mouth</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">now you may be saying to yourself</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">self: "I've never heard of this trick *L*Mo!"</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">And that's probably because I'm pretty sure my sister and her friends made it up!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>CHECK IT OUT</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDd_S1CZWsiNaMrtwI9fOD5ZlFvxDVUhhJcEkc41_4xGQ8m_gXYk9J7oR-0zrisABvGgO43WVxXB93DOdTabH28d0H5Vw5mDabqfi1gXUNl0RVvNGDyPCu1qly32yX5tGokUT-tSJXNdjL/s1600/kirst+tongue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDd_S1CZWsiNaMrtwI9fOD5ZlFvxDVUhhJcEkc41_4xGQ8m_gXYk9J7oR-0zrisABvGgO43WVxXB93DOdTabH28d0H5Vw5mDabqfi1gXUNl0RVvNGDyPCu1qly32yX5tGokUT-tSJXNdjL/s320/kirst+tongue.jpg" width="204" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> not only does our<span style="font-size: large;"><i> lovely</i></span> model have the very beautiful jaw line working for her</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">but she is also working the<b> HEAD TILT</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">{another great way to accentuate the skinny jaw line}</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">By placing your tongue on the roof of your mouth while smiling,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">you instantly create a better jawline </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">and a skinny neck!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">GO to the mirror right now and <span style="font-size: large;">TRY THIS</span> until it looks good</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">{this can tend to look awkward before you master it} </span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6XznSWoxcOkeU8i6bEn93rH29PevOndfXyxv_OXQ4RrP4u63gb21OCpnZYj5HNC7ixgCZMRxw36ge61n2pFB3RAE3vCP0etwvYeKSv7edroD2HQpg0uTH9XPxeaiJ56bpRqPXW-cwSihj/s1600/skinnyarmkirst.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6XznSWoxcOkeU8i6bEn93rH29PevOndfXyxv_OXQ4RrP4u63gb21OCpnZYj5HNC7ixgCZMRxw36ge61n2pFB3RAE3vCP0etwvYeKSv7edroD2HQpg0uTH9XPxeaiJ56bpRqPXW-cwSihj/s320/skinnyarmkirst.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"> Look at Kirsten working that <span style="font-size: large;">SKINNY POSE!</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">so remember kids</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">THIS </span></span></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlUv7os4hXTJZdR6DtAdeeFbwpWEkbKVs56bvJKCqAuqXYbTYtW_QCARfYH392RpFhGa96zId1nrljk1xuU8enTPqvq9QORy2i2aZIZDPx2rxyofGsOfkmLM37bnJTRg9iZ5fEM8p8Ye-Q/s1600/fatbooth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlUv7os4hXTJZdR6DtAdeeFbwpWEkbKVs56bvJKCqAuqXYbTYtW_QCARfYH392RpFhGa96zId1nrljk1xuU8enTPqvq9QORy2i2aZIZDPx2rxyofGsOfkmLM37bnJTRg9iZ5fEM8p8Ye-Q/s320/fatbooth.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"> NO!!!!!!!!</span></span></i></b></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">THIS</span></span></i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAOu1mW3cARQwCH30rMDkU_N6ElO14wAVw38nUm9scGRk0pu9KmfKI8tZfoPMcwA4y4wqc9g7g7z8bZzS-vf4doBvQGxKevDhqcwRnUcATt1Nhia8OXJamuHYzXjhXMiDhYetPZlGsf9WB/s1600/wedding+arms.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAOu1mW3cARQwCH30rMDkU_N6ElO14wAVw38nUm9scGRk0pu9KmfKI8tZfoPMcwA4y4wqc9g7g7z8bZzS-vf4doBvQGxKevDhqcwRnUcATt1Nhia8OXJamuHYzXjhXMiDhYetPZlGsf9WB/s320/wedding+arms.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">YES!!!</span></span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I don't even know these girls but I'm using their pic!</span></span></span></span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">{Thanks Google Images}</span></span></span></span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">:) </span></span></span></span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span></span></span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">xo,</span></span></span></span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">*L*Mo</span></span></span></span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span> </span></span></i></b><i><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></i><i><br />
</i></span></div>*L*Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17975355018321587469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681704686212876830.post-13759038422301277482011-01-19T15:36:00.000-08:002011-01-19T15:36:15.249-08:00Nanny Diaries...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbE0Osc8PB-3Q2QQBya91tGcjrvHSsSkaZwKJMPAmbXb0HWJclC8PNiGLajIJUKouVeDuUTsT42Kh0hyphenhyphenY1YYiHmVGuciy9m84U8-owBUYKrpg_Oii4Ov1exOQRffEhMGNwQkQ0ncJ4pzkE/s1600/izzylinz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbE0Osc8PB-3Q2QQBya91tGcjrvHSsSkaZwKJMPAmbXb0HWJclC8PNiGLajIJUKouVeDuUTsT42Kh0hyphenhyphenY1YYiHmVGuciy9m84U8-owBUYKrpg_Oii4Ov1exOQRffEhMGNwQkQ0ncJ4pzkE/s320/izzylinz.jpg" width="237" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">We've all heard the story</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">{and maybe seen the movie??}</div><div style="text-align: center;">*Girl meets family*</div><div style="text-align: center;">*family hires her to be their nanny*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>MR. X</i> is never home and <i><b>always</b></i> consumed by his business</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>MRS X</i> had a baby pretty much just to say she has one and spends most of her time<i><span style="font-size: small;"> shopping</span></i> and <i>exercising</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>NANNY</i> ends up the motherly figure and raises the kid <span style="font-size: large;"><b>herself</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTMlpEWHG-CxeMqk35TNeopOaLiOZug1HRN-mTtOQiJtsP2BTvqhBCa1AUHNYa8jYcXAqdTWmqzinwl56Ef64IEStCZt6YZSnd9BEmCymdIzX4fH9fc6FJTVF7mfIxeg3Dl4hP9JoWDY1w/s1600/izzylinz2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTMlpEWHG-CxeMqk35TNeopOaLiOZug1HRN-mTtOQiJtsP2BTvqhBCa1AUHNYa8jYcXAqdTWmqzinwl56Ef64IEStCZt6YZSnd9BEmCymdIzX4fH9fc6FJTVF7mfIxeg3Dl4hP9JoWDY1w/s320/izzylinz2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Mad face is RIGHT!!</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Well ladies and gents</div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am sorry to say</div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;">that...sadly...</div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">This story</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;">is <span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>nothing</i></b></span> like that story!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was blessed with the BEST.FAMILY.EVER</div><div style="text-align: center;">to nanny for</div><div style="text-align: center;">One of the reasons why my<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;"> "about me"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">describes my daily longing for my old </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>nanny lifestyle</i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5-B-adVNv3O9PsPiVNfNAodw4XUK9uviEIYKVR5TxNOyGKYDIIeMH0KtR4MrnZ-fnGp5Srk3VUshsEUi57jNroZ6yksIecrCbEC81FAp6Q44EvLOHV67JbsNAlar3AHd5UwcrAIThs9fI/s1600/izzylinz4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5-B-adVNv3O9PsPiVNfNAodw4XUK9uviEIYKVR5TxNOyGKYDIIeMH0KtR4MrnZ-fnGp5Srk3VUshsEUi57jNroZ6yksIecrCbEC81FAp6Q44EvLOHV67JbsNAlar3AHd5UwcrAIThs9fI/s320/izzylinz4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Izzy and I have the<i> best</i> time together</div><div style="text-align: center;">She and her fam moved to <span style="font-size: large;">Germany</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">and I was a <span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>sad *L*Mo</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>BUT</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">they moved home</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>{hooraaaaaaay}</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">And i'm back to babysitting one night a week starting tonight!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes, <i>I WILL </i>be tired after a long day at the <b>office.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>BUT</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">she is always worth it <3</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVnJsk6zvzguoe6etYLQEiGwZ_RMypqZ6cb2RtvR-3Rgre1HkTT2R_oo3JwXDMuyuc9FAUK0zLw91e2mL5YK5WpZKheBTYaFZcmtdxKSc9Qm8UjrTxec394pkhrgScoydpUqfDhL8ecJxV/s1600/izzylinz3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVnJsk6zvzguoe6etYLQEiGwZ_RMypqZ6cb2RtvR-3Rgre1HkTT2R_oo3JwXDMuyuc9FAUK0zLw91e2mL5YK5WpZKheBTYaFZcmtdxKSc9Qm8UjrTxec394pkhrgScoydpUqfDhL8ecJxV/s320/izzylinz3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">xo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">*L*Mo</div>*L*Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17975355018321587469noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681704686212876830.post-31439013662895166402011-01-18T14:02:00.000-08:002011-01-20T09:33:33.318-08:00Raindrops on roses....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgToIjO6Y0HGT7hFPb0zLUs5Z3MrYVx1aC53cniDVzPIpPzOzSlyL1TEtpxRWLiGyVhuHG-1JsFMw-dyugtxD-fwi9IG9csU8RpFFtStS7Ay7-rI7FEvN0bTyiKy2jPRjod6-nmAiBBqVz4/s1600/favethings+title.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgToIjO6Y0HGT7hFPb0zLUs5Z3MrYVx1aC53cniDVzPIpPzOzSlyL1TEtpxRWLiGyVhuHG-1JsFMw-dyugtxD-fwi9IG9csU8RpFFtStS7Ay7-rI7FEvN0bTyiKy2jPRjod6-nmAiBBqVz4/s1600/favethings+title.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"whiskers on kittens"</i> and <i>"warm woolen mittens"</i> are great and all, but they don't really top my list of </div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>favorite things</b>.</div><div style="text-align: center;">in fact, I think<i> "snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes"</i> are itchy and rather annoying</div><div style="text-align: center;">but <i>LIKE</i> Maria from the Sound of Music</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">{and Oprah duh}</span><br />
I too have a list of favorite things...</div><div style="text-align: center;">and in no particular order, here they are!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>1. Rockaholic Dry Shampoo by TGI</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWreFqVA7Eby4R-M8vV0UtrPjdymELSWwSlOMALRgVyo2l7iMI18Qj2099OFdtZHUq4vVisFGfiCUZILuFRkCTCrQ7w660MgtzBuIkZdmLyBxxRx-rc7DYkXSonWvwROGNasfxy7ECYmd0/s1600/favethings1rockaholic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWreFqVA7Eby4R-M8vV0UtrPjdymELSWwSlOMALRgVyo2l7iMI18Qj2099OFdtZHUq4vVisFGfiCUZILuFRkCTCrQ7w660MgtzBuIkZdmLyBxxRx-rc7DYkXSonWvwROGNasfxy7ECYmd0/s320/favethings1rockaholic.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I have <i><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">THIN</span></i> hair.</div><div style="text-align: center;">thin hair that tends to get oily QUICK</div><div style="text-align: center;">I also have extensions</div><div style="text-align: center;">extensions that take <i>FOREVER and a day</i> to blow dry</div><div style="text-align: center;">therefore, this is one of my FAVORITE products</div><div style="text-align: center;">and much better than baby powder</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">{the BF got a little sick of my hair smelling like "a babys ass" so I had to find other options}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>2. Laura Mercier tinted moisturizer </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL8ibUIh_Ew2N_Fm0eJ1i1cfhA8k7Qo6HU84YLuSYZdcLGRH0vPM1n33bi8MnlpHmOMu9EV_J4ey310erqg_kkpUS8NOBmsIo4zFls29BEqP8wJpy-sMS6BfwfQQUFJ3_szbqxD3VrnXdL/s1600/favethings2LMTM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL8ibUIh_Ew2N_Fm0eJ1i1cfhA8k7Qo6HU84YLuSYZdcLGRH0vPM1n33bi8MnlpHmOMu9EV_J4ey310erqg_kkpUS8NOBmsIo4zFls29BEqP8wJpy-sMS6BfwfQQUFJ3_szbqxD3VrnXdL/s320/favethings2LMTM.jpg" width="261" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Lightweight, great coverage, SPF, oil free</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">what's not to like?!<br />
{shout out to my sister <i>Kirsten</i> for this stellar recommendation}<br />
Thanks <span style="font-size: large;"><b>KIRST</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>3. Stella and Dot jewelry</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHuzPGvaVDesAY8bwqVBMi2Oe6xXqGUtPUyKq_zeF_0sRU0QE8wjlH44lWK0jIA3eXPF6ieapK3ifkt3LE9vrguYAFXT5u-bugWa0P9h6yEUhKiGyiB24kfycZ_DLu_meZVUwRHBlucne7/s1600/favethings3SandD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHuzPGvaVDesAY8bwqVBMi2Oe6xXqGUtPUyKq_zeF_0sRU0QE8wjlH44lWK0jIA3eXPF6ieapK3ifkt3LE9vrguYAFXT5u-bugWa0P9h6yEUhKiGyiB24kfycZ_DLu_meZVUwRHBlucne7/s320/favethings3SandD.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Often spotted on celebrities AND *L*Mo</div><div style="text-align: center;">this is one jewelry line I <i>cannot</i> live without</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>4. The Lululemon yoga pant</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrc3gg1t2gBIvClk-uDycoY8VWi06hsAOBpQzZUfUaIcltKZTOo5B4J-dwL1bK_TAnRjsaIynBrJIZIUDr2yVSb-aJpAjNDfPPg5VA9LxznFyqJNMwpSu6ilLPrMOGJDXDmPacYzre-SOX/s1600/favethings4lulu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrc3gg1t2gBIvClk-uDycoY8VWi06hsAOBpQzZUfUaIcltKZTOo5B4J-dwL1bK_TAnRjsaIynBrJIZIUDr2yVSb-aJpAjNDfPPg5VA9LxznFyqJNMwpSu6ilLPrMOGJDXDmPacYzre-SOX/s320/favethings4lulu.jpg" width="257" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I've never met a lululemon piece I didn't like/<i>love</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">but</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">the yoga pant is a <span style="font-size: large;"><i>must have!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm a fan of anything that can simultaneously make my BUTT and STOMACH look good</div><div style="text-align: center;">this baby does the trick! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>5. Michael Kors Watches </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdj2L3Ah4PjgZY5t1UM8hwDj6ZCPLL597iIJVGBJpbf9EVaB48QA-mj7RB8gtJ6YbhY339o-_iCuOy__9fZ9KyYvOu9-10SHQgCsltUDxw101QYzvIahdS3Zlfz3JTD8_DAH32vFlXFscB/s1600/favethings5MK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdj2L3Ah4PjgZY5t1UM8hwDj6ZCPLL597iIJVGBJpbf9EVaB48QA-mj7RB8gtJ6YbhY339o-_iCuOy__9fZ9KyYvOu9-10SHQgCsltUDxw101QYzvIahdS3Zlfz3JTD8_DAH32vFlXFscB/s320/favethings5MK.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I have this watch in <i>silver</i> and <i>gold</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">and i need it in <span style="font-size: large;"><i>every other color</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">{seriously I cannot get enough of these!!!!}</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">everyone</span> and their mother happens to own one</div><div style="text-align: center;">*but I still loooooove them*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>6. Gucci bags</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCoaWvuYluZziaEn9gK27I-MevHJ3mFxnH2RJd6uBXxKke83e4vT02azjc2IBiQoWdwWBCZf5gGDxrHaXc7KPEVjbE21PNUfCWBBTnfAoRDbS-692-lopjfvGSAFB6ym0wCsCch8Uca1gD/s1600/favethings6Guccihorsebit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCoaWvuYluZziaEn9gK27I-MevHJ3mFxnH2RJd6uBXxKke83e4vT02azjc2IBiQoWdwWBCZf5gGDxrHaXc7KPEVjbE21PNUfCWBBTnfAoRDbS-692-lopjfvGSAFB6ym0wCsCch8Uca1gD/s1600/favethings6Guccihorsebit.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Now I love Louis Vuitton as much as the next girl</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>but</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Gucci </span>is another one of my faves</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">{plus Lauren used Louis in her fave things blog and I gotta keep it fresh to entertain us both!}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I consider my Horsebit Hobo <span style="font-size: large;"><i>my first born</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">and my large travel duffel is perfect for traveling</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">{and always gets me a compliment or two so you can't <span style="font-size: small;">hate</span> that}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>7. Restaurant James Randall</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8aMl90tp5cL06ue9riLxYALhna68PrHfueFGRTohqI0f68NiGU2z33iUeke_7gqikgwJQ1Z_5ve6nsXXf11khWz9TJ_rZW-WTbLHUFN3fkS0u3Cdz6aDBFYCGCYfrK9MOej90XEZf4Khyphenhyphen/s1600/favethings7RJR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8aMl90tp5cL06ue9riLxYALhna68PrHfueFGRTohqI0f68NiGU2z33iUeke_7gqikgwJQ1Z_5ve6nsXXf11khWz9TJ_rZW-WTbLHUFN3fkS0u3Cdz6aDBFYCGCYfrK9MOej90XEZf4Khyphenhyphen/s1600/favethings7RJR.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Started by my friends, <i>{mom and son duo}</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Brenda Hammond</span> and <span style="font-size: large;">Ross Hanson</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">this restaurant is like <b><i>crack </i></b>to me</div><div style="text-align: center;">if you go here, it is <i>absolutely necessary</i> to do it</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Ross'way"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">he will pick his favorites and send them on out!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Some of my fave dishes include the <span style="font-size: large;">foie gras</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">{I should have made foie gras a <i>favorite thing</i> standing alone...i love it that much}</div><div style="text-align: center;">chicken and waffles, fried sushi roll, and the gnocchi</div><div style="text-align: center;">BEST.RESTAURANT.EVER.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">8. Tom Ford Charles Aviators</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCzlJfoAsMJBvK6Z19IqSEugP0LR8vL_hl1rAKCwY_T8exqTaXoF_9kf2R6jIxjaqldgoOCS5Y3bTXNuuYWm8QGMrCRGctOhzd5KQ_kN8JwfqxWGZKhDaRaFPZZKLkGfR3shWQFy1PDwUa/s1600/favethings8charles.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCzlJfoAsMJBvK6Z19IqSEugP0LR8vL_hl1rAKCwY_T8exqTaXoF_9kf2R6jIxjaqldgoOCS5Y3bTXNuuYWm8QGMrCRGctOhzd5KQ_kN8JwfqxWGZKhDaRaFPZZKLkGfR3shWQFy1PDwUa/s1600/favethings8charles.jpeg" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">If ever there was <i>one</i> accessory</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ONE accessory you feel like you <span style="font-size: large;"><i>can't live without</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">these would be mine</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I loooove TOM FORD shades </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I already have the <i>Whitney</i> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">which is why it's hard to justify a second sunglass purchase <b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>upwards of $400</i></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">still</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I promised myself these after my first sales commision check</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">turns out <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">I don't really make as much as I thought </span></i>and that $400 has continually gone to other things</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>one day...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>9. Rombauer Chardo</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1fEYxODhqvQjnQcl8IeRcUQgGdgvmaVKFQ1h9g9gx7u4AZJzu_gwCTJaLVFUKxgSzm7BfroL99IejrF88bgOyxegunDrSdq8t7-fDkgR5dfbO_TIzwb0BhAAjl0qGqquesTIdyZSMxyuI/s1600/favethings9romby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1fEYxODhqvQjnQcl8IeRcUQgGdgvmaVKFQ1h9g9gx7u4AZJzu_gwCTJaLVFUKxgSzm7BfroL99IejrF88bgOyxegunDrSdq8t7-fDkgR5dfbO_TIzwb0BhAAjl0qGqquesTIdyZSMxyuI/s1600/favethings9romby.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Love it. Need it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Romby can always take the blues away</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>period.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>paragraph.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">10. Erase Paste</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxYx2P6piT-txH4qGEnGuXKxu5f53EEw4rJcEv51_Sy6IXND6BKxQP7euTFnhLY1UoBK7WZp9htqpQmpnuwxp_abQHUaVhHddLgaqFMozI5jxd0wpvy_jKiwNlktK5s7jo1jPizAHKRMuw/s1600/favethings10erasepaste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxYx2P6piT-txH4qGEnGuXKxu5f53EEw4rJcEv51_Sy6IXND6BKxQP7euTFnhLY1UoBK7WZp9htqpQmpnuwxp_abQHUaVhHddLgaqFMozI5jxd0wpvy_jKiwNlktK5s7jo1jPizAHKRMuw/s1600/favethings10erasepaste.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">My sister Whitney discovered this favorite <i>makeup</i> thing</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">{thanks WHIT}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">we both have the unfortunate genetic curse of dark circles</div><div style="text-align: center;">this, ladies and gents, always does the trick!</div><div style="text-align: center;">just a dab of this miracle worker and I am</div><div style="text-align: center;">good to go!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">SO there you have it</div><div style="text-align: center;">my top 10 favorite things</div><div style="text-align: center;">perhaps my gentleman readers will not find this blog post of any interest to them</div><div style="text-align: center;">but you SHOULD</div><div style="text-align: center;">chances are your girlfriend would love one of these things</div><div style="text-align: center;">{PJ should be paying attention to a few as well}</div><div style="text-align: center;">If you don't have a girlfriend, take a girl to James Randall and suprise her with the TF Charles aviators</div><div style="text-align: center;">*poof* instant GF!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Unfortunately</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I do not have the kind of money that Oprah does.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">If i did,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I would bless ALL of my blog readers with a gift bag full of these things.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe one day...til then, KEEP READING! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">xo,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">*L*MoPRAH</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>*L*Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17975355018321587469noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681704686212876830.post-19537270128647716572011-01-17T16:23:00.000-08:002011-01-17T16:23:00.039-08:00FAN MAIL!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxr3eeZ0SQc6e5T7yojEw1jlV_klkHmfRpPMKtQaHSM69bdN5HVpFHyzwi_vqry3W9iImp4Lqe-rSjLlN_8TdXNcnVmA2Z-jmIEVgnPZtGgDRny7HfXQW5e8YrehbLcMjxU857rIpluWVh/s1600/LMo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxr3eeZ0SQc6e5T7yojEw1jlV_klkHmfRpPMKtQaHSM69bdN5HVpFHyzwi_vqry3W9iImp4Lqe-rSjLlN_8TdXNcnVmA2Z-jmIEVgnPZtGgDRny7HfXQW5e8YrehbLcMjxU857rIpluWVh/s320/LMo.jpg" width="211" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">One of my blog <i><span style="font-size: x-large;">fans</span></i><span style="font-size: small;"> created this </span>*L*Mo pic!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">So funny!</div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;">ok fiiiiine...so this <i><span style="font-size: small;">"fan"</span></i> may or may not <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>be my boyfriend</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">But...</div><div style="text-align: center;">He kinda <i>IS</i> a fan! </div><div style="text-align: center;">he's a fan of *L*Mo...</div><div style="text-align: center;">he's a fan of my blog...</div><div style="text-align: center;">he's a fan of me in general...</div><div style="text-align: center;">so it is <span style="font-size: large;"><i>JUSTIFIED!!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">{plus it's so funny so I had to share it}</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">THANKS PADDY!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">xo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">*L*Mo</div>*L*Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17975355018321587469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681704686212876830.post-50350102078607927242011-01-17T14:40:00.000-08:002011-01-17T16:10:18.156-08:00The other me...??<div style="text-align: center;">My guess <span style="font-size: x-small;">{and hope so I feel more normal}</span> is that this happens to all of us at some time or another...</div><div style="text-align: center;">You go out for a nice round of drinks with friends</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">one </span>cocktail turns to <span style="font-size: x-small;">2</span>, then 3, then<span style="font-size: large;"> 4</span>, then <span style="font-size: x-large;">5</span>...and so on...</div><div style="text-align: center;">and before you know it, you aren't really your <i>"normal"</i> self anymore.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now,</div><div style="text-align: center;">This could go a few <i>different</i> ways and you become one {sometimes more depending on the night and length of it} of these below...</div><div style="text-align: center;">1. The <span style="font-size: large;"><i>FUN</i></span> drunk-who doesn't love this person? Always high fiving, buying rounds of drinks, and busting out rockin moves on the dance floor.</div><div style="text-align: center;">{my beloved tends to fall in this category}</div><div style="text-align: center;">2. The <i><span style="font-size: large;">EMOTIONAL</span></i> drunk-this includes the drunk who tells EVERYONE how much they love them, and the serious talk drunk who always needs a heart to heart...</div><div style="text-align: center;">3. The <span style="font-size: large;"><i>ANGRY</i></span> drunk- including but not limited to- the fist fight starter, the jealous bf/gf, and the friend who always feels left out.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">If you are like <i><span style="font-size: large;">*Yours Truly*</span></i><span style="font-size: small;"> and have made a habit of falling into one of these categories, chances are, you have been given the pleasure of a named <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">ALTER-EGO!!!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">So <i>without further adieu</i>, I would like to introduce you to just a few....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ON4t4jqm2tazHoDu8D0PnC-yO-260Ei1VWSbKoNRjsQMEgR3woIazjsZqcxbYhDHhH8bzaefu2bzJI_ZVgv4xyVgpzuVtPmbipR1tUsPnW3l-VMU1i7KcoBbyiwwPmg6afK2T1h6TJzU/s1600/Linda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ON4t4jqm2tazHoDu8D0PnC-yO-260Ei1VWSbKoNRjsQMEgR3woIazjsZqcxbYhDHhH8bzaefu2bzJI_ZVgv4xyVgpzuVtPmbipR1tUsPnW3l-VMU1i7KcoBbyiwwPmg6afK2T1h6TJzU/s320/Linda.jpg" width="277" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">{Get that drink out of her hand!!!!}</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Name: Lindsey</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">Alter Ego: <span style="font-size: large;"><b>Linda</b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;">Drink of choice: Hard alcohol of any kind</span></span><b> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Description: the ANGRY drunk-most commonly known for snapping at her boyfriend for a variety of reasons</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">none of which I ever remember the next day and are never of any importance whatsoever.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">{so sorry baby}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">You will all notice that <span style="font-size: small;">THIS</span>...<span style="font-size: x-small;">IS</span>...<span style="font-size: xx-small;">ME</span>...</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am SO not proud of Linda-I hate her! But <span style="font-size: large;">I AM</span> proud to say that I left Linda in 2010 and she is not invited to join this party- that is the year 2011 {and beyond}.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXa_Ix-UfKOVeVO10tdkN7CEF1TWqoVEYAhQijJqS41gkuagsmt1YTtOKbjHrStgfJXXSpH9t9_V666XGlIexV4-0tWBwL77Bh-Kf1tDzhTvDfrI5r_cn5P6dM0IzSbrh_EPay9N3qugLY/s1600/BOB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXa_Ix-UfKOVeVO10tdkN7CEF1TWqoVEYAhQijJqS41gkuagsmt1YTtOKbjHrStgfJXXSpH9t9_V666XGlIexV4-0tWBwL77Bh-Kf1tDzhTvDfrI5r_cn5P6dM0IzSbrh_EPay9N3qugLY/s320/BOB.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">{Those shades won't hide those ANGRY eyes BOB!!}</span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">Name: K.O.B.</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">Alter Ego: <b><span style="font-size: large;">B.O.B</span></b><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Drink of choice: Bushmills </span><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Description: Yet another victim of ANGRY drunk syndrome. When BOB isn't dancing up against jukeboxes checking her sexy self out in the mirror, she can be seen snapping at her boyfriend for the same variety of reasons Linda does.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Side note: Linda and BOB looooove to vent together about their <i>"bad"</i> boyfriends</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">**I think I speak for both of us when I say, we have the BEST, most patient, and forgiving boyfriends in the world. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And finally, one that many of you know AND LOVE....</div><div style="text-align: center;">The one...</div><div style="text-align: center;">The only...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNRKgre2-torccSApp_xdEibfgnQ5udMdSpKDf2RLKsUzPDS3Z8KwzRai6OqfnojyTwFaexSNV5veLyxPRa_SbKoTlfqQGB36-gSM957Te3eWLUEJ0JnjKBKqk-RoLQgXYL5RvstNjLWG8/s1600/rick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNRKgre2-torccSApp_xdEibfgnQ5udMdSpKDf2RLKsUzPDS3Z8KwzRai6OqfnojyTwFaexSNV5veLyxPRa_SbKoTlfqQGB36-gSM957Te3eWLUEJ0JnjKBKqk-RoLQgXYL5RvstNjLWG8/s320/rick.jpg" width="196" /></a> </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">Name: Nick</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">Alter Ego: <b><span style="font-size: large;">RICK</span></b><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Drink of choice: Crown Royal or vodka </span></span><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Description: The FUN drunk-also slightly/extremely perverse...but none the less...FUN!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Some favorite Rick quotations:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"<span class="messageBody">When we started taking double shots of vodka and chasing it with a lick of fruit roll-ups, I knew there'd be hell to pay in the morning."</span></i><br />
<i><span class="messageBody">"</span>Do not walk into the Apple store and say 'Whose d*&k do I have to suck to get an iPad around here?!?!'....<span class="messageBody">Turns out there is a guy."</span></i><br />
<i><span class="messageBody"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="messageBody">and </span><i><span class="messageBody"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="messageBody">"</span><span class="messageBody">My traveling pants need a sisterhood."</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="messageBody">*</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="messageBody">*</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="messageBody">*</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="messageBody">*<br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="messageBody"><span style="font-size: small;">What is YOUR drunk alter-ego??</span></span></b><i><span class="messageBody"> </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="messageBody"><br />
</span></i><br />
<span class="messageBody">xo,</span><br />
<span class="messageBody">*L*Mo</span><i><span class="messageBody"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="messageBody"> </span></i><i><span class="messageBody"> </span></i></div>*L*Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17975355018321587469noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681704686212876830.post-39604649758619144762011-01-14T09:41:00.000-08:002011-01-14T14:33:21.999-08:00Guess who is hungover today??<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgagDrPJYHDMv2_UNE4pr4Cyr-D-HHfrhaJsQXyB6oJBwrYiaK1M2wphcHHP9WF-8sWftpBrjsuxPmcgD4A8exFzKNv9hWeDC8CznnQf9UWQZKAizT8fxJXp4yKB8-GTCDzLOxZ6lpUpofL/s1600/crying.baby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgagDrPJYHDMv2_UNE4pr4Cyr-D-HHfrhaJsQXyB6oJBwrYiaK1M2wphcHHP9WF-8sWftpBrjsuxPmcgD4A8exFzKNv9hWeDC8CznnQf9UWQZKAizT8fxJXp4yKB8-GTCDzLOxZ6lpUpofL/s320/crying.baby.jpg" width="291" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">ME.</span> I am and i'm such a <i>baby</i> about hangovers.<br />
Whyyyy oh why did I think <i>Te-kill-ya </i>was a suitable beverage choice on a Thursday night?</div><div style="color: black; text-align: center;">I seriously want to die right now, thank the LORD it is Friday and I'm leaving work at 3... </div><div style="color: black; text-align: center;">Last night was a blast though.</div><div style="color: black; text-align: center;">Saw The English Beat-an 80s Ska band at a friend's sales kickoff event for his company.</div><div style="color: black; text-align: center;">Was it worth the way I am feeling today? <span style="font-size: large;"><i>SURE WAS!</i></span></div><div style="color: black; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; text-align: center;">My other topic today: Shout out to my girl Lauren who got me to write the blog</div><div style="color: black; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>{also my only follower}</i></span></div><div style="color: black; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hopefully I can impress you with my obviously stellar writing style and my thought provoking posts</span></span></div><div style="color: black; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">xo,</span></span></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">*L*Mo </span><i> </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>*L*Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17975355018321587469noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681704686212876830.post-30063334130422507452011-01-13T16:59:00.000-08:002011-01-13T16:59:27.416-08:002011...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaYJTz0IwvaspRHWoXFUElutSV1NAlPavyDXaXkqrxachjwhHAzCuoG7Gw6WbGd52M9YVSDEDcrOtlRfhk1eU1e4Nbxa6xXM2l-rycPHOjW5ZTTo5GjIM0iQtNfwrh_YW4d45aK4z4Mem0/s1600/NewYearsEve.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaYJTz0IwvaspRHWoXFUElutSV1NAlPavyDXaXkqrxachjwhHAzCuoG7Gw6WbGd52M9YVSDEDcrOtlRfhk1eU1e4Nbxa6xXM2l-rycPHOjW5ZTTo5GjIM0iQtNfwrh_YW4d45aK4z4Mem0/s320/NewYearsEve.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">*2011*</div><div style="text-align: center;">my first blog, my first year of resolutions I plan on keeping</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(we'll see if that happens)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I've never been one to make resolutions because like so many of you out there, <strike><i style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">I BREAK THEM ALL</i></strike></div><div style="text-align: center;">*<i>not anymore folks</i>*</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have some concrete goals and here they are</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>1. lose weight</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">{one of the most famous and most broken of resolutions}</div><div style="text-align: center;">I plan on actually doing this because if I don't, I'm pretty sure I will have to buy all new clothes and I<i> do not</i> have that kind of budget, plus who wants to be fat? not me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>2. pay off credit cards and bills</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">I need to do this before the debt collectors start making house calls trying to track me down</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>3. redecorate our house including a lovely kitchen remodel </i></div><div style="text-align: center;">{kitchen remodel and crown molding hit the top of the list!}<br />
<strike><i>4. Hogan's surgery</i></strike></div><div style="text-align: center;">you will notice this resolution is crossed off, that is because as of tomorrow, our little puppy will be fatty tumor <i>FREEEEEEEE</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>5. Quit drinking soda</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am happy to report it is the 13th of Jan and I am<i><span style="font-size: large;"> 13 days</span></i> coca cola SOBER<i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>and finally 6.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>GOLF</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">I want to be a better golfer...my boyfriend is a PRO for god's sake, and I have silly little *girly* dreams of playing lovely rounds of couples twilight golf in <i>MAUI</i> together<i></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>SO there they are!</i> 6 resolutions and one I have already checked off the list.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I think <span style="font-size: large;">2011</span> is going to be a pretty awesome year!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">xo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">*L*Mo</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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