<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989</id><updated>2012-02-08T01:42:50.392-06:00</updated><category term='pictures are awesome'/><category term='fishing-my anti drug'/><category term='goodwill wednesdays'/><category term='babies'/><category term='when i grow up'/><category term='vacations'/><category term='doctors'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='daily ramblings'/><category term='grey&apos;s anatomy'/><category term='mmm beer'/><category term='remodeling the casa'/><category term='embarrassing tales'/><category term='vagina talk'/><category term='holidays schmolidays'/><category term='i compare myself to celebrities too much'/><category term='let&apos;s save some money'/><category term='things that make my heart sad'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='exercising sucks'/><category term='award time'/><category term='i&apos;m going to be a mom'/><category term='besties'/><category term='secret readers'/><category term='family'/><category term='the famous blue eyes'/><category term='fatty mcfatterson'/><category term='this might offend someone'/><category term='excuses can be fun'/><category term='i have nothing better to talk about'/><category term='things that can suck it'/><category term='alcoholism'/><category term='mondaydreams'/><category term='love'/><category term='i have a secret'/><category term='i might be a 6 year old'/><category term='people really irritate me'/><title type='text'>Breezy's World of Crazy</title><subtitle type='html'>the daily ramblings of a 20-sumthin' Texas gal</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-2926538941062397210</id><published>2009-08-31T20:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T07:21:49.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Me Friends!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***Update- I will not be deleting this blog, but I also will not be updating it anymore. All of my new posts will take place at my new blog!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new blog...please come visit me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.boshearsfamily.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-2926538941062397210?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2926538941062397210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=2926538941062397210&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/2926538941062397210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/2926538941062397210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/follow-me-friends.html' title='Follow Me Friends!!'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-6287160614695437887</id><published>2009-08-16T06:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T06:06:49.856-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures are awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Happiest Day Of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SofnzYtBQOI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Lfwf7Ks9u7A/s1600-h/DSCN1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SofnzYtBQOI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Lfwf7Ks9u7A/s320/DSCN1018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370515950653227234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sofn4vdTA1I/AAAAAAAAAl8/-r6FgwSG-XA/s1600-h/DSCN1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sofn4vdTA1I/AAAAAAAAAl8/-r6FgwSG-XA/s320/DSCN1028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370516042660643666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sofn_9dlxaI/AAAAAAAAAmE/hs3orSrBQCE/s1600-h/DSCN1032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sofn_9dlxaI/AAAAAAAAAmE/hs3orSrBQCE/s320/DSCN1032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370516166679053730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SofoHF5gkMI/AAAAAAAAAmM/XSKmXPNutOw/s1600-h/DSCN1041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SofoHF5gkMI/AAAAAAAAAmM/XSKmXPNutOw/s320/DSCN1041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370516289202720962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-6287160614695437887?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6287160614695437887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=6287160614695437887&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/6287160614695437887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/6287160614695437887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/happiest-day-of-my-life.html' title='The Happiest Day Of My Life'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SofnzYtBQOI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Lfwf7Ks9u7A/s72-c/DSCN1018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-1628430031832075196</id><published>2009-08-04T14:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:39:21.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Update</title><content type='html'>We heard the baby's heartbeat today! It wasn't very clear and we weren't able to hear it with the Doppler so we did another ultrasound. No picture though. Boo. :(  This time it was an abdominal ultrasound so it wasn't as clear as the vaginal ultrasound we have previously had. I could sort of see the baby, but not really. I pretended like I saw it. Sad. But we did get to hear the heart, which made me feel a lot better. My lower stomach has been cramping some and I just worry A LOT about everything. My Doctor said that is just normal because my uterus is expanding. He said unless I have heavy bleeding, then there is nothing to worry about. We go back in 3 weeks and I will be one day short of starting my 2nd trimester. At that time, I can more than likely stop taking the prometrium that I have been taking every night. At that point the placenta takes over and produces the progesterin, so I won't need the supplements, hopefully. I still feel like I am probably having a boy. Everyone thinks that, except my little brother. BUT, I have done several of those silly gender predictor charts, and they have all said girl! I don't really believe in those things, but they are fun. October needs to hurry up and get here so we can find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I went to my parents' and Blue Eyes stayed home so he could work more on the house. He is totally done with the taping and floating so now all that needs to be done is texturing, painting, trim and floor. It will get done soon. I hope. After he is done, I'm going to hire a cleaning service to come in and clean the house from top to bottom because there is sooo much dust everywhere from all the sanding he had to do! And then we will hopefully start buying the baby furniture one peice at a time. It's so expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding is in less than 2 weeks! Yikes! We had some pictures taken the other day, but I haven't gotten them back yet. I will post them as soon as I get them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-1628430031832075196?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1628430031832075196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=1628430031832075196&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/1628430031832075196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/1628430031832075196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-update.html' title='Baby Update'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-6183176501721345610</id><published>2009-07-30T09:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:21:28.496-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m going to be a mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remodeling the casa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>Nine Weeks</title><content type='html'>According to my little ticker, my baby is already flipping people off. I don't like that. But really it just means he or she has little fingers!!! Yay! I have started feeling better in the mornings and the evenings and in between. I have learned that I have to take my shower at night, because if I shower when I wake up, I get really nauseaus while showering. I have also learned that if I get hungry, I must eat within 30 minutes or my stomach will hurt really bad and then I won't be able to eat anything. My lower stomach is pooching out some. I feel really fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be glad when the whole wedding thing is over. I'm excited but just anxious because of certain things (people) and I'm afraid someone is going to start problems and not act like an adult. Long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Eyes started working on the house again last night (thank God). We are going to use the big, new room as our office. It's going to be a pretty big office, but we decided not to make it our master bedroom, because it will be too far from the baby, and there is not a bathroom on that side of the house. (I get up to pee 3 times a night, so this is important) Once we get done with that room, and I'm hoping it doesn't take too much longer, we will get all of our office stuff out of the room that it's in now, and move it so we can start cleaning and fixing up the baby's room. The hard wood floor needs to be restained in one spot, and there is a spot on the ceiling that needs to be fixed. It will all get done, but I'm just realizing that it's going to come so much faster than we are planning. I bought something for the baby. Already, I know! It's such a cute little pajama set with the booties and hat. The sleeves fold over the baby's hands and it makes a little lamb. Sooo sweet. It's in yellow. But we know we are having a boy. We know it. We should find out in October for sure. I guess I can post the names. It's not a secret or anything. Ok, if it's a boy, and it will be, the name is going to be Braden Cory. Blue Eyes' middle name is Cory and we both really like the name Braden. We are also keeping the "BR" names. Oh sorry, Blue Eyes' real name is Brandon. I'm sure I've said that before, but just in case you are new or something! And if we have a girl it will be Brayleigh Dawn. My middle name is Leigh and my mom's middle name is Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's raining outside and my boss isn't here, so I think I'm going to crawl under my desk and take a nap. And here is a picture of what our baby should look like right now, at 9 weeks:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SnG40eiIKwI/AAAAAAAAAls/6kpSBuNIYiQ/s1600-h/9weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SnG40eiIKwI/AAAAAAAAAls/6kpSBuNIYiQ/s320/9weeks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364271842863885058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He or she is the size of a medium green olive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, do not Google "9 week fetus". Just don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-6183176501721345610?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6183176501721345610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=6183176501721345610&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/6183176501721345610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/6183176501721345610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/nine-weeks.html' title='Nine Weeks'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SnG40eiIKwI/AAAAAAAAAls/6kpSBuNIYiQ/s72-c/9weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-5208469097834885902</id><published>2009-07-20T13:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:12:20.052-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures are awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m going to be a mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodwill wednesdays'/><title type='text'>Here I am!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; still alive!! Kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so tired, and so sick the last couple of weeks. I missed Goodwill Wednesday. Sorry, &lt;a href="http://thetwotwins.blogspot.com/"&gt;ladies&lt;/a&gt;. But I've also realized that the Goodwill here sucks, so I don't even think it's worth playing anymore. They don't have very good treasures. So, unless I go to Austin where the Goodwill's are "cool", I'm not going to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to this whole pregnancy thingy. I feel HORRIBLE! I haven't thrown up yet, but I almost wish I would. This is the worst feeling ever! Don't get me wrong, I am so, so happy that I am pregnant. This is something I've wanted since I was little! Is that weird? But really, all I ever wanted when I was little was to be a Mommy. I will put up with all the sickness  if it means I get to hold a perfect little baby in March. We went to my appointment last week and got to have another ultrasound. The baby looks like a smashed grape! This is my 7w2d ultrasound:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SmS-rRBdI_I/AAAAAAAAAlk/pcSMI9yYbb0/s1600-h/7w2d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SmS-rRBdI_I/AAAAAAAAAlk/pcSMI9yYbb0/s320/7w2d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360619106990892018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aww&lt;/span&gt;. Isn't it so cute? I'll be glad when I can tell what it is! We go back August 4, and we should be able to hear the heart beat. I can't wait! They are monitoring my blood pressure and adjusted my medicine for that, so I have to keep that under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Eyes and I will become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;husbee&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wifee&lt;/span&gt; on August 15 in a very small ceremony. I am looking forward to being Mrs. Blue Eyes! Only, my eyes are green, so, uh, that doesn't really make sense. Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am very&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sorry for not blogging, or leaving comments. Please understand that it took A LOT for me to write this. Now I need a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;XoXo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-5208469097834885902?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5208469097834885902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=5208469097834885902&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/5208469097834885902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/5208469097834885902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-i-am.html' title='Here I am!'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SmS-rRBdI_I/AAAAAAAAAlk/pcSMI9yYbb0/s72-c/7w2d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-2589260464583876949</id><published>2009-07-08T10:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:34:42.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love At First Site</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry. I just can't participate in Goodwill Wednesday today. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;toooo&lt;/span&gt; excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our first picture of the baby today, and I almost cried. Even though it looks like just a blob/dot, we could see the heart beat flickering! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! Tiny, tiny flicker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am exactly 6 weeks pregnant today and our due date is March 3, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy, and so is Blue Eyes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can get me one of those fancy little tickers that all the cool pregnant girls have!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlS8eD68AuI/AAAAAAAAAlc/oqk_G9GOo0k/s1600-h/IMG00124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlS8eD68AuI/AAAAAAAAAlc/oqk_G9GOo0k/s400/IMG00124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356113081484968674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-2589260464583876949?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2589260464583876949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=2589260464583876949&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/2589260464583876949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/2589260464583876949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-at-first-site.html' title='Love At First Site'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlS8eD68AuI/AAAAAAAAAlc/oqk_G9GOo0k/s72-c/IMG00124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-5535008520928720050</id><published>2009-07-07T08:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:50:21.308-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m going to be a mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that can suck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people really irritate me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassing tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>I Can't Help It!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So I'm a huge mess of emotions right now. Up until last night, I had only cried once. And that was from looking at picture frames on Babies R Us. It was a really cute one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was in a terrible mood. It's like PMS, only 12 times worse. And I knew I was in a bad mood, but I guess when you are pregnant, you can't help it. I hate being mean to Blue Eyes. After a evening of being in the worse mood of my LIFE, we got ready to go to bed. I always feel nauseous at night, which makes my mood even worse. He already laid down, and I started to and then remembered that I hadn't taken my medicine yet. I got frustrated, mostly with myself, and stood back up,and he was like, "You don't have to be such a grumpy ass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlNRquci8HI/AAAAAAAAAlM/4Xo7R8zHdZE/s1600-h/crying-baby-272x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlNRquci8HI/AAAAAAAAAlM/4Xo7R8zHdZE/s200/crying-baby-272x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355714176337768562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I stood up, grabbed my medicine, and started crying. In the middle of my cry fest I said, "I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heeeeelllllllllp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ittt&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I walked off towards the kitchen and B.E. told me to come back, but I couldn't. I went in the kitchen to take my medicine but crying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hysterically&lt;/span&gt; makes that a little bit difficult. When I was finally done, I went and laid down. He asked me if I was done crying. I wanted to cry again, but I didn't. He kissed my cheek and told me he loved me and we went to bed. Then I woke up like every hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Uhhh&lt;/span&gt;. I really hope tonight is a better night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you make yourself in a better mood when your hormones are going crazy?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor appointment and Goodwill Wednesday are tomorrow!! Don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;faaaaa&lt;/span&gt;-git!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-5535008520928720050?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5535008520928720050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=5535008520928720050&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/5535008520928720050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/5535008520928720050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-cant-help-it.html' title='I Can&apos;t Help It!!!!!'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlNRquci8HI/AAAAAAAAAlM/4Xo7R8zHdZE/s72-c/crying-baby-272x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-2982794327130095792</id><published>2009-07-06T09:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T16:10:58.199-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m going to be a mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='award time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassing tales'/><title type='text'>My First Award!</title><content type='html'>Wow! How exciting! My first ever award was given to me by &lt;a href="http://thetwotwins.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Two Twins&lt;/a&gt;. It's the Honest Scrap award, and according to their description, the Honest Scrap award is given by other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; who consider a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blog's&lt;/span&gt; content or design to be brilliant. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;awardee&lt;/span&gt; must then post ten honest things about themselves and pass the award on to other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; who fit the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you ladies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlIciV10UNI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Czdk8KxsgfA/s1600-h/honest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlIciV10UNI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Czdk8KxsgfA/s320/honest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355374283200942290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;...so here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Since the day I found out I was pregnant, I have not slept the entire night without waking up and thinking I must be hurting the baby because of the way I'm sleeping or laying. Even though I know the baby is the size of a pin head right now. I am so paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I have taken 8 pregnancy tests, because again, I am so paranoid. I know I'm pregnant. I feel like crap and it's been confirmed by my Doctor. But still. Par-a-no-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I usually sit at my desk everyday and read blogs instead of doing my work. I mean, for the most part, I get my work done, but, I would say 80% of my day is spent reading blogs and searching for new blogs to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I cuss more than I would like to. Not in public and not at work, but at home. Before this baby is born (or grows ears for that matter) I would really like to control my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I put my headset on at work when someone walks in my office so I don't have to talk to them. Not Blue Eyes or my boss, but the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tards&lt;/span&gt; I work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I am very, very, very scared of roaches. They are gross and they just freak me out and I would rather run around the street &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nekkid&lt;/span&gt;, than even SEE a roach. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ickkk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I made up names for everyone I work with. They aren't nice names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) My brother Josh and I used to play this office game where we had our own business. The business was called Graphics World and I was the employee and he would call in and order things. He was always someone different. The last time we played this game I was probably 14. How &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I watch B.E. sleep when I can't because he looks so peaceful and he isn't an "ugly sleeper". He is very handsome in his sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) After doing this, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt; how hard it was for me to come up with ten honest things about myself. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. That took a lot out of me. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the blogs I would like to pass this award to are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Courtni&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;a href="http://thepqnation.com/livingwicked/"&gt;Living Wicked&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ashley at &lt;a href="http://thethreepsinapod.blogspot.com/"&gt;Three P's In A Pod&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Andhari&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;a href="http://littleinsomniaclolita.blogspot.com/"&gt;Insomniac Lolita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have tagged so many others, but what fun would that have been? Maybe if I get another award some day, I can tag everyone else!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Monday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-2982794327130095792?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2982794327130095792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=2982794327130095792&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/2982794327130095792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/2982794327130095792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-award.html' title='My First Award!'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlIciV10UNI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Czdk8KxsgfA/s72-c/honest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-2224646713520866</id><published>2009-07-05T18:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T18:32:28.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh-Fish-Allly Getting Married</title><content type='html'>The 4th of July will now be known as my favorite holiday. Why you ask? Because Blue Eyes asked me to marry hims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I knew it was going to happen soon, but I didn't know it was going to happen this weekend! I know he was so excited to give me my ring, so before we left the house to go to his Dad's he called me into the office. When I went in there he was on his knee with my ring and just simply asked me if I would marry him. I started laughing because I was shocked!! But of course I said yes!&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of my ring. It's so hard to get a good one because it's so SPARKLY it turns out funny in the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlE2vsoAveI/AAAAAAAAAkU/4NZ7Md5L-3M/s1600-h/ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlE2vsoAveI/AAAAAAAAAkU/4NZ7Md5L-3M/s320/ring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355121624980962786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rest of the weekend was great, and he keeps calling me his fiancee all the time! My cousin Kaleigh was here and she had a lot of fun!! We tried to go camping, but I was miserable. It was so hot and there were so many flies, so we came back home and went swimming at his Dad's instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next doctor's appointment is Wednesday, July 8, and I hope so badly that we can see something when we get the ultrasound done! Even a tiny little speck/blob will do! Oh and another bit of good news? None of my shorts fit me.  :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of us after we got engaged. He really is happy, I promise. He was "concentrating" on taking the picture, is what he told me! And jeez my face is already getting round!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlE3Ir07CVI/AAAAAAAAAkc/zYlYRyuihpM/s1600-h/july+4+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlE3Ir07CVI/AAAAAAAAAkc/zYlYRyuihpM/s320/july+4+2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355122054263408978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How was yalls July 4th??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-2224646713520866?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2224646713520866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=2224646713520866&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/2224646713520866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/2224646713520866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-fish-allly-getting-married.html' title='Oh-Fish-Allly Getting Married'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlE2vsoAveI/AAAAAAAAAkU/4NZ7Md5L-3M/s72-c/ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-7705965079968701183</id><published>2009-07-01T09:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T09:44:32.146-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures are awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i might be a 6 year old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodwill wednesdays'/><title type='text'>Goodwill Wednesday-Edition 3</title><content type='html'>Allow me to introduce you to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tito&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Skt0JX9hpKI/AAAAAAAAAkE/cCme88MqRp4/s1600-h/IMG00085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Skt0JX9hpKI/AAAAAAAAAkE/cCme88MqRp4/s320/IMG00085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353500286459684002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Skt0yoZOOLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/dGafCR_PiwA/s1600-h/IMG00087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Skt0yoZOOLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/dGafCR_PiwA/s320/IMG00087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353500995245455538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tito never leaves his dog house without his stylish bandanna, too-cool-for-school shades, a sweet leather jacket, and a nice little hoop earring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Tito isn't chowing down on homemade tacos and rice, he is at the local pool hall, drinking his favorite beer, Miller Light. His theme song is Low Rider, and I'll let the video prove to you, just how kick ass Tito really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sorry about the poor sound. i took this with my blackberry, in my office, hoping nobody would walk by.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5b9d96b41eb54908" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5b9d96b41eb54908%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331278719%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F8B5B2AC2F67125B762D8DF59EE39EE4226FB6E.4FE6CAA7B567A1E665245DCC9B4A1FFF14C4A8C5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5b9d96b41eb54908%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtabjwhHceWSfCvvmn7a_YCtgsn4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5b9d96b41eb54908%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331278719%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F8B5B2AC2F67125B762D8DF59EE39EE4226FB6E.4FE6CAA7B567A1E665245DCC9B4A1FFF14C4A8C5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5b9d96b41eb54908%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtabjwhHceWSfCvvmn7a_YCtgsn4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to go &lt;a href="http://thetwotwins.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see other awesome Goodwill Treasures!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-7705965079968701183?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5b9d96b41eb54908&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7705965079968701183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=7705965079968701183&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/7705965079968701183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/7705965079968701183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodwill-wednesday-edition-3.html' title='Goodwill Wednesday-Edition 3'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Skt0JX9hpKI/AAAAAAAAAkE/cCme88MqRp4/s72-c/IMG00085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-6913713064696432243</id><published>2009-06-26T11:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:09:06.507-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m going to be a mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Ahh..That's The Sound Of Me Breathing...</title><content type='html'>Breathing relief that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My numbers went up just like they were supposed to. Wednesday, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HCG&lt;/span&gt; levels were 383. Today they were 735. The nurse said they were "beautiful". I'll take that as a very good thing. She said since my numbers are that low, and we couldn't see anything on the ultrasound, that I'm probably only a few weeks. This is going to be a long 9 months. I go back July 8 for another ultrasound. I hope we can see our little blob! I haven't been sick yet. The only thing that I've had is pain in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;booooobies&lt;/span&gt; and I'm really tired in the afternoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I'm going to try and clean the house really good because Thursday we are going to get my 10 year old cousin and she is going to stay with us for the Fourth of July weekend. She's so much fun to be around!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, looks like I have a wedding to plan. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-6913713064696432243?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6913713064696432243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=6913713064696432243&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/6913713064696432243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/6913713064696432243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/ahhthats-sound-of-me-breathing.html' title='Ahh..That&apos;s The Sound Of Me Breathing...'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-2822174558868814949</id><published>2009-06-25T10:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:51:50.152-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m going to be a mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have a secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Unexpected Happiness</title><content type='html'>I missed Goodwill Wednesday, and for that, I am very sorry. But, my friends, other things have been going on in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Breezy's&lt;/span&gt; Crazy World, and I think I am ready to share them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, I went grocery shopping. While shopping, I decided to just pick up a pregnancy test. Since I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;polycystic&lt;/span&gt; ovaries, my periods are very irregular. So I never know if I'm late or what. When I got home I took said test. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh. That looks like a faint plus sign&lt;/span&gt;, I say to myself. So I say, "Hey Blue Eyes, what does this look like to you?" Blue Eyes responds with, "It looks like a plus sign." I said, "Yea, that's kind of what I thought too." He told me to go get another test and so off to the store I went. I came back with two more, which, would also be positive. The next day I called my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OB's&lt;/span&gt; office and talked to my nurse. She said there was no need to come in for blood work, if I had taken 3 tests and they were all positive. She set me up with my first appointment, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;transferred&lt;/span&gt; me to the billing department where I almost had a heart attack when they told me how much we had to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"$430.50 a month for 6 months, and your first payment is due on Wednesday, June 24, when you come in for your first appointment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;geesus&lt;/span&gt;. When I told Blue Eyes he didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt; why we had to pay so much whenI have insurance. I explained to him that I hadn't met my deductible, and that is why. Fortunatley, I am able to change my insurance because of open enrollment, so all of my other payments will be much, much lower. We were so glad to hear that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my parents' house this weekend for our family reunion and Father's Day, and Blue Eyes stayed home so he could spend time with his Dad. I had been home for about an hour when I just blurted it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm pregnant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom started jumping up and down, she was so excited. My Dad just stared at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Eyes has been paying on an engagement ring for me since January, and we were going to go to Vegas in December to get married. We aren't engaged yet, but I knew about the ring and I knew he was going to ask me sometime this summer. We are doing everything backwards, obviously. So we are planning on getting married in August, at his Dad's home. It will just be our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;immediate&lt;/span&gt; family. He still has to propose to me though, of course!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Doctor yesterday for my first ultrasound and the nurse couldn't see anything. I was really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;, because that was my main fear, not being able to see anything! She said she thought I was probably not very far along and sent me to get blood work done. I will go back Friday to get the second round of blood work to make sure my numbers are going up. Also, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tonight&lt;/span&gt; I will start taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;progesterone&lt;/span&gt; because that level was at a 12.1 and they want it over 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, if you pray, pray for us. I honestly never thought I could get pregnant because of the &lt;a href="http://women.webmd.com/tc/polycystic-ovary-syndrome-pcos-topic-overview"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;PCOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and now I am terrified. I'm not terrified to be a Mom, I just don't want anything happening to this baby. Pray that my numbers have doubled or tripled when I go back tomorrow please! We are so happy and cannot wait to start this life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I also felt it was necessary to take 7 tests. They were all positive. I just wanted to make sure!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And?!?! The nurse also said it looked like I had released a bunch of eggs at once, so, uh, yea. Twins anyone?? Triplets??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-2822174558868814949?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2822174558868814949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=2822174558868814949&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/2822174558868814949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/2822174558868814949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/unexpected-happiness.html' title='Unexpected Happiness'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-3353443556056174548</id><published>2009-06-18T12:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:19:10.572-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures are awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have nothing better to talk about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i might be a 6 year old'/><title type='text'>A Special Lunch Date</title><content type='html'>Blue Eyes is working out of town today so I had to eat lunch alone. Well, I thought I was going to eat alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Sonic (healthy! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nom, nom nom&lt;/span&gt;!) and then to the park to eat at a picnic table, alone. I felt like such a laaahoooosur. As I was sitting there, enjoying my tater toots (not a typo), all the little prairie dogs started coming over to me. "I'll just give that one a tater toot." I thought to myself. Or I probably said it out loud, because I tend to talk to myself when I'm alone. This little guy could NOT just eat one! He kept begging for more. He would stand on his legs and rub his hands together. It sort of scared me. It was the same one that kept coming to me. He was getting so close that I was a little bit nervous. The other ones were staying far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I named the one that kept coming to me Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have another date Monday at noon. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie, eating a toot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SjqDVCFCePI/AAAAAAAAAjs/n778CqNdJVI/s1600-h/IMG00013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SjqDVCFCePI/AAAAAAAAAjs/n778CqNdJVI/s320/IMG00013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348731904814381298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie, (I think, not sure, because they all look alike) eating some bread. Nom, nom, nom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SjqDl1VbxBI/AAAAAAAAAj0/KpfPeYxIMlo/s1600-h/IMG00016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SjqDl1VbxBI/AAAAAAAAAj0/KpfPeYxIMlo/s320/IMG00016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348732193451262994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this picture, Charlie is telling me to call him. "Yo, uhh, Breezy, don't furrr-get to calls me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SjqD093TcVI/AAAAAAAAAj8/wy29fqdG_Fg/s1600-h/IMG00011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SjqD093TcVI/AAAAAAAAAj8/wy29fqdG_Fg/s320/IMG00011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348732453438845266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-3353443556056174548?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3353443556056174548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=3353443556056174548&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/3353443556056174548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/3353443556056174548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/special-lunch-date.html' title='A Special Lunch Date'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SjqDVCFCePI/AAAAAAAAAjs/n778CqNdJVI/s72-c/IMG00013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-7175355933234965569</id><published>2009-06-16T22:57:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T07:08:55.684-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures are awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have nothing better to talk about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this might offend someone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i might be a 6 year old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodwill wednesdays'/><title type='text'>Goodwill Wednesday-Edition 2</title><content type='html'>Oh you lucky devils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, on the second edition of Goodwill Wednesday, you get a two-fer-one, AND you get to see Blue Eyes looking his best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip to Goodwill was much better than the first trip. I found two excellent treasures that I HAD to share with you. I don't know what was going through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whoever's&lt;/span&gt; mind when they dropped these items off, because as you will see in a hot minute, they are to.die.for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(please ignore his strange facial expressions. It's the only way I could get him to model my treasures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.....for your viewing pleasure I give you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fashionable, head warming, rabbit fur-hat-thingy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SjhqwuyjHcI/AAAAAAAAAjU/k5nl6828KQQ/s1600-h/DSCN0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SjhqwuyjHcI/AAAAAAAAAjU/k5nl6828KQQ/s320/DSCN0972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348141942928776642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow. Just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wow&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not sure what's worse. The hat. Or the face he's making. Can I drop HIM off at Goodwill? Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, my Blue Eyes is modeling the most professional looking Fred &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Flintstone&lt;/span&gt; tie I have ever seen. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SjhrQyrqdRI/AAAAAAAAAjc/0nzEE7f1THE/s1600-h/DSCN0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SjhrQyrqdRI/AAAAAAAAAjc/0nzEE7f1THE/s320/DSCN0973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348142493729453330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just so you can see what the whole "outfit" looks like.....and yes, it is now his favorite outfit.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SjhreGHct8I/AAAAAAAAAjk/OCWojNJSNkM/s1600-h/DSCN0974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SjhreGHct8I/AAAAAAAAAjk/OCWojNJSNkM/s320/DSCN0974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348142722284566466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There you go peeps. Your second edition of Goodwill Wednesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, don't forget to visit &lt;a href="http://thetwotwins.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Two Twins&lt;/a&gt; to see what kind of awesome they found this week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hump Day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yall&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-7175355933234965569?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7175355933234965569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=7175355933234965569&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/7175355933234965569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/7175355933234965569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodwill-wednesday-edition-2.html' title='Goodwill Wednesday-Edition 2'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SjhqwuyjHcI/AAAAAAAAAjU/k5nl6828KQQ/s72-c/DSCN0972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-1375833073649475151</id><published>2009-06-12T09:42:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:25:30.166-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have nothing better to talk about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassing tales'/><title type='text'>Embarrass Yourself Friday</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad today is Friday. This has been a long week. I think I say that every Friday but that's only because I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 106 yesterday. It was miserable! We made hamburgers on the grill and then stayed inside all night. I don't think our air conditioner ever turned off. I wasn't feeling very good and fell asleep on the couch. Around 10, B.E. woke me up and we went to bed. I was kind of out of it all night. I kept waking up and falling back asleep. Blue Eyes is known for talking in his sleep and saying some pretty funny things. I can't even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; what I'm about to share, but I'm not calling this post Embarrass Yourself Friday for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point he woke up (at least I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; he was awake) and goes, "Are you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?" I said, "Yes, I'm fine." Then he grabbed my hand and put it on his *blush* man parts and says, "This is how you make it's heart stop." I just laid there and was like, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Uhh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hahaa&lt;/span&gt;??!?!!" Then he said, "I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him about it this morning and he could not stop laughing. He didn't remember it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SjJxNTXVGBI/AAAAAAAAAjM/T_XWzVb4g2o/s1600-h/embarrassed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SjJxNTXVGBI/AAAAAAAAAjM/T_XWzVb4g2o/s200/embarrassed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346460180992563218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was putting my shoes on when he came in the bedroom and looked at me, and got really close and then goes, "Hold still" like he was going to get something off my face. He got closer and closer and then I'm like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OUCCCCCHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!" He pulled a hair on my face. He thought it was just a hair that landed on my face. It was attached. It freaking hurt! Just so you know, I'm not all gross or anything! It was a little hair and it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BLONDE&lt;/span&gt; thank you very much. The light was hitting it just perfect and that's why he could see it!!! I plucked it out. It still embarrassed me! It really hurt too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-1375833073649475151?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1375833073649475151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=1375833073649475151&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/1375833073649475151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/1375833073649475151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/embarrass-yourself-friday.html' title='Embarrass Yourself Friday'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SjJxNTXVGBI/AAAAAAAAAjM/T_XWzVb4g2o/s72-c/embarrassed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-5488924076064367373</id><published>2009-06-09T20:50:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:34:38.451-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures are awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have nothing better to talk about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this might offend someone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i might be a 6 year old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodwill wednesdays'/><title type='text'>Goodwill Wednesday-Edition 1</title><content type='html'>Welcome friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today brings the first edition of Goodwill Wednesday! Every Wednesday, (until I get tired of going there, because eww and yuck) I will be presenting you with my newest treasure that I have added to mine and Blue Eyes' home decor. He is totally thrilled by the way. Anyone catch that sarcasm? Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely ladies over at &lt;a href="http://thetwotwins.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Two Twins&lt;/a&gt; are joining me on this, so after you read all about my awesome treasure, don't forget to go over &lt;a href="http://thetwotwins.blogspot.com/"&gt;there&lt;/a&gt; and check their's out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, on with the show!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I walked in to Goodwill, I noticed how many people were there! My gosh. It was like a 50% off sale at Bloomingdales was going on. I moseyed on back to the "knick knacks", if you will, and was very disappointed with my findings. If this is how it's going to be every time I go, I will have to resort to buying cheap, disgusting, tacky heels that they were offering in the "shoe section".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked around for about 5 minutes and then I saw it. I've really been wanting a little something to go with our neutral colored living room to spice things up and when I saw this guy, I could NOT pass it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gents, I give you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freaky looking lamb thing with cock-eyed eyes candle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Si8Wvv8B9jI/AAAAAAAAAi0/KEMm1NScMtA/s1600-h/DSCN0932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Si8Wvv8B9jI/AAAAAAAAAi0/KEMm1NScMtA/s320/DSCN0932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345516292289984050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Perhaps my favorite thing about this little treasure is the dirt all over his face. It really gives it that special touch, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I be honest here? My insides were so happy that this little fella was going to be all mine for only 39cents. I mean, what a BARGAIN, right? I'm just glad I got there when I did, because who knows how much longer he would have been available!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about putting him on Blue Eyes' night stand and lighting it. Can you imagine waking up to those eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for the record, when B.E. found out what I was doing, he said, very nicely, "You are retarded."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww...love.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for now. Come back next Wednesday and see what &lt;strike&gt;God awful piece of crap &lt;/strike&gt; treasure I can find!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-5488924076064367373?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5488924076064367373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=5488924076064367373&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/5488924076064367373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/5488924076064367373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodwill-wednesday-edition-1.html' title='Goodwill Wednesday-Edition 1'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Si8Wvv8B9jI/AAAAAAAAAi0/KEMm1NScMtA/s72-c/DSCN0932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-8966407352948901701</id><published>2009-06-09T14:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:34:50.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder</title><content type='html'>I have been super busy at work the past two days. I just wanted to remind everyone to come back tomorrow for the premiere of Goodwill Wednesdays! And don't forget to go &lt;a href="http://thetwotwins.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow also!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-8966407352948901701?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8966407352948901701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=8966407352948901701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/8966407352948901701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/8966407352948901701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/reminder.html' title='Reminder'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-2846329029208748400</id><published>2009-06-08T09:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:33:55.261-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that can suck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mmm beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatty mcfatterson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excuses can be fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i might be a 6 year old'/><title type='text'>Dear Weekend:</title><content type='html'>You really SUCK for a girl on a diet. I mean, come on weekend. Couldn't you be a little bit easier on me? For 2 days (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;, i suck and have no will power, obviously) I did so good. I ate my three meals and two snacks that were approved and allowed on said diet. I felt good about myself for those two days. I lost a whole pound (which may or may not have been water weight but still it's a freaking pound!) and I was starting to think just maybe, maybe this was going to work for me. Maybe I wasn't going to be fat forever. But no. Then you graced me with your presence and RUINED it! You ruined it by inviting beer and more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jalapeno&lt;/span&gt; poppers and banana pudding. And ranch dressing. And unauthorized marinade on my chicken boobies. And I'm sure there was something else, but now I can't remember. Oh, you forgot to invite water and vegetables, so thanks a lot Mister Weekend. And I know you are a Mister because only a MAN would forget to invite vegetables and water. And, thanks to your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shenanigans&lt;/span&gt;, I gained that pound back. Normally I can't wait for the weekend to get here. Not in this case. I'll show you. While &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrs&lt;/span&gt;. Weekday is here, I'll show you. I will lose that pound and then some, so that when you roll back around, I will have will power. Your friends, beer, bacon, ranch and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whateverelseicanteat&lt;/span&gt;, are NOT INVITED to my house next weekend. Do NOT bring them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s131.photobucket.com/albums/p316/missyb_photos/?action=view&amp;amp;current=briana-sig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-2846329029208748400?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2846329029208748400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=2846329029208748400&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/2846329029208748400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/2846329029208748400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-weekend.html' title='Dear Weekend:'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-2958441871893303644</id><published>2009-06-05T09:21:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:30:56.032-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures are awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that can suck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatty mcfatterson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have nothing better to talk about'/><title type='text'>Vending Machine Repair Lady</title><content type='html'>My job requires me to do quite a few different things. I schedule appointments for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; installs, fixes and disconnects. I turn you off if you don't pay. I send you a bill for the equipment if you don't return it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm in control of the vending machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. Just take a moment to let that sink in. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. Done? You should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to go ahead and say, that the vending machine, yea, it's the hardest part of my job. I HATE that vending machine with a PASSION. It's a piece of junk &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which is why I finally talked my boss into letting me order a new, improved &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; one! It's pretty!) &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, where was I? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;, yes, the vending machine from hell. It is the biggest pile of crap I have ever had the pleasure of working with. It leaks water like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mofo&lt;/span&gt;. The manufacture said it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"because we live in Texas, and it's humid."&lt;/span&gt; What-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ev&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;uhhh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dooode&lt;/span&gt;. The machine isn't outside! It takes money and doesn't give you your snack and the cans get stuck and then they explode, leaving me a mess to clean up. I have to get up at least 8 times a day to help someone with it. We are loosing money now because no body trusts it. I have to think of some better items to put in the new machine, so I can gain their trust back!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sik0hhXo96I/AAAAAAAAAhs/zTcuc2Mg1jA/s1600-h/vending.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sik0hhXo96I/AAAAAAAAAhs/zTcuc2Mg1jA/s320/vending.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343860183349655458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea, that should do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad I get to order a new one today! Maybe I won't have to deal with it as much! The only fun part is going to Sam's to buy all the stuff for it. That's fun. Because it's not my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 of my diet went good yesterday. Until dinner. Blue Eyes just HAD to make jalapenos on the grill. The peppers, I can eat. The bacon, yea, not so "allowed" unless it was turkey bacon and of course it was not. I also messed up because I ate a "no added sugar" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Popsicle&lt;/span&gt; and it was supposed to be "sugar free". Dammit with all the technicalities. I still managed to lose half a pound. Yes, I'm counting half pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sik1hyVFtuI/AAAAAAAAAh0/rQcn6ZJUfCA/s1600-h/yumOH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sik1hyVFtuI/AAAAAAAAAh0/rQcn6ZJUfCA/s320/yumOH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343861287413987042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made a yummy breakfast this morning. Scrambled eggs with chives OH MY! Sorry. And I gulped down another V8 (is that not the smallest bowl of eggs you've ever seen?). I swear I can feel the V8 coming back up my throat while I'm drinking it. I hope I don't screw everything up this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to thinking positive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-2958441871893303644?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2958441871893303644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=2958441871893303644&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/2958441871893303644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/2958441871893303644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/vending-machine-repair-lady.html' title='Vending Machine Repair Lady'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sik0hhXo96I/AAAAAAAAAhs/zTcuc2Mg1jA/s72-c/vending.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-2636951165031423399</id><published>2009-06-04T09:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:23:22.344-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatty mcfatterson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodwill wednesdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Thank You!</title><content type='html'>First of all, thank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; so, so much for the nice comments that were left on my post yesterday. Even though I don't personally know most of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt;, it still meant a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom is going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;! Her Doctor wanted her to come in yesterday, and he told her it was not a "bad" tumor and it looked liked she has had it for awhile. He said something about blood vessels forming.....I'm really not sure. I just know that she is going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I was really worried and I know she was too, so I'm very thankful that she got some good news. So thank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; again for the prayers and positive thoughts that were sent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my diet today. So far, it's going good. I mean, it's only 10am, but still, I'm doing good! This morning for breakfast I ate 2 hard boiled eggs and I drank a hot and spicy V8. I'm not a big fan of V8. It is so thick and it's really hard to swallow, but at least I got a full serving of vegetables at breakfast! Hopefully, I will learn to love it. I have to really plan all my meals and snacks the night before so I'm not sure I really like the time that took me last night, but I think it will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Eyes and I went and played tennis last night. We stayed for approximately 7 minutes. A tennis player, he is not. I wish I knew someone here that played tennis. I think it was his goal to be as bad as he possibly could be, so that I would stop asking him to play with me. Sneaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH the thing, from the other day, that I couldn't tell yet? I had a job interview for a company that I've been wanting to work at for awhile. She said she would call me for a 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; interview, but she hasn't yet, and now I'm not excited about it anymore. Oh well. Something will come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, my girls over at &lt;a href="http://thetwotwins.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Two Twins&lt;/a&gt; and I will be starting something next Wednesday we would like to call, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodwill Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;. We will be purchasing treasures from the wonderful place known as Goodwill, and posting pictures of them for your viewing pleasure. Just in case you don't know what can be found at Goodwill, you will after next Wednesday. And what's so fun is that we will be able to see the different treasures from Texas and Pennsylvania! This should be interesting. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am also planning on selling all my treasures on here, so be sure you place a bid, because I have a feeling you are not going to want to miss out on the awesomeness that I will be selling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-2636951165031423399?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2636951165031423399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=2636951165031423399&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/2636951165031423399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/2636951165031423399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you.html' title='Thank You!'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-3175268818274222264</id><published>2009-06-03T10:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:41:19.452-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures are awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that can suck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcoholism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that make my heart sad'/><title type='text'>I Still Need Her</title><content type='html'>There is something about me that I haven't ever shared. And I say "about me" because your family is what makes you for the most part, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an awesome Mom. Seriously, she is such a good Mom. She didn't work when we were little so that she could stay home with us. She made us eat a healthy breakfast and we weren't allowed to eat a lot of sugar or sodas. We hated that then, but now I understand why. It was because she cared about us. She gives the best advice, and she is honest. And she is so kind to everyone she meets. She is compassionate for people she doesn't even know, and she never judges anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the third grade, I liked this boy. His name was Joey English. My Mom was going to come eat lunch with me in the cafeteria (yuck) and I asked her to please wear the pretty scarf in her hair. She would always wear these scarfs in her soft blonde hair, and I thought she was sooo pretty (because she is) and I guess I thought that the boy would like me more if he saw how pretty my Mom was. Silly little third grader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about the part that I haven't ever shared with you. My Mom also happens to be a recovering alcoholic. She's been to rehab 4 times. When all of this happened it was so weird for us, because my Mom never drank when we were younger. It was when me and my brothers moved out, it started. She has stayed sober on and off over the last 3 years or so. There have been times when I really would have liked to slap her across the face. She's put my Dad through a lot of hard times as well as me and my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, apparently, she went and got something to drink and she fell in the drive way and hit her head on my Dad's truck. My Grandma couldn't wake her up so she had to call an ambulance. Once she got to the hospital, they did a CT scan, just to make sure she didn't hurt herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They found a tumor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom has a tumor in her head. I am freaking out and I'm scared and I don't know what to do or think, because this is my Mom. I need her here for a lot longer. I need her to be here when I get married. And when I have a baby, because God knows, I won't know what to do. I need her to be ok. She goes to the Doctor again tomorrow, so hopefully there will be more information. But until then, I am freaking out. You know how people always say "everything happens for a reason"? Well maybe it was a good thing that she got drunk and hit her head so that she could have the scan. I don't know. I just know that I still need her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SFlThIclQBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PywPvoRVnY0/s1600-h/meandmom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SFlThIclQBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PywPvoRVnY0/s200/meandmom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213289872326213650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-3175268818274222264?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3175268818274222264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=3175268818274222264&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/3175268818274222264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/3175268818274222264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-still-need-her.html' title='I Still Need Her'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SFlThIclQBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PywPvoRVnY0/s72-c/meandmom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-4986937785097609452</id><published>2009-06-02T09:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:10:31.756-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercising sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have a secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatty mcfatterson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have nothing better to talk about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishing-my anti drug'/><title type='text'>Where Have I Been?</title><content type='html'>Oh wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 1 week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been really busy with work and really busy at home and I haven't really even had time to read blogs let alone take the time to write in my own. Blue Eyes and I have been going to the lake the last couple of weekends to fish and hang out. Last weekend we were on the lake for 7 hours. I caught a small fish. That is all. He caught a sunburn. It was still fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still getting headaches almost everyday, so that's not fun. I just keep taking my medicine though and hope that I'm not destroying my liver in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened this morning and I'm excited about it, but I can't say what it is. Not yet. Maybe in a few days I can. Ewww....ahhhh.....the suspense is killing you, I know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting the South Beach Diet Thursday. &lt;a href="http://thepqnation.com/livingwicked/"&gt;Wicked&lt;/a&gt; has inspired me, and it's going to work for me, I know it. So tomorrow when I get paid, I will go buy all healthy groceries and I will keep yall updated on how it's working for me. I'm still doing my at home exercises (sometimes). I have a really, really cute pair of jeans that I bought 2 years ago, that still have the tags on them, because I swore to myself THEN that I would wear them. I didn't think it would be this long. They are a size 9. I'm not telling what I wear now, but I will say, it's not a size 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look. It's only 10am. Crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-4986937785097609452?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4986937785097609452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=4986937785097609452&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4986937785097609452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4986937785097609452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where Have I Been?'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-3721326729517233106</id><published>2009-05-22T13:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T13:47:01.535-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have nothing better to talk about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishing-my anti drug'/><title type='text'>Friday! Friday! Friday!</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad today is Friday and we have a 3 day weekend! Yes! Yes! Yes! I haven't been feeling too great this entire week, so I'm really needing this little break. We don't have a lot of plans for the long weekend. I think we are just going to take our little fishing boat out on the lake and try and catch us some dinner. Not really. But yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a great long weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-3721326729517233106?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3721326729517233106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=3721326729517233106&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/3721326729517233106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/3721326729517233106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-friday-friday.html' title='Friday! Friday! Friday!'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-4123216674124175257</id><published>2009-05-21T09:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:43:52.861-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures are awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people really irritate me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this might offend someone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='besties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that make my heart sad'/><title type='text'>The One Where I'm In A Mood</title><content type='html'>This morning when I got to work, my supervisor asked if we had heard about our Mayor. Apparently, he had run off to Mexico with his illegal partner. He was the best Mayor this town has ever had, and I'm pretty sure everyone knew he was gay. He said that he left because he knew by his partner being here, it was illegal, and he didn't feel right about it. So imagine all the hateful comments and horrible things people are saying about him. Even though, everyone knows he was a damn good Mayor. I heard someone say, "You know, even though he was gay, he was still a good Mayor." Hmm. Ok. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even though he was gay.&lt;/span&gt; I can hear in the office next door the jokes that are being made about him. Why do people think it's ok? Why is it funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, of course you have American Idol. I'm willing to bet if Adam wasn't gay, he would have won. He was an excellent singer. Not to say that Kris wasn't, but I just have a strong feeling that because of Adam's lifestyle, that's why he didn't win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have started this post out differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/ShVraX2HIKI/AAAAAAAAAhU/N4X8RcDrvMU/s1600-h/joshbrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/ShVraX2HIKI/AAAAAAAAAhU/N4X8RcDrvMU/s320/joshbrie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338291034139336866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi world. I would like to introduce you to one of my best friends. The funniest, most hysterical, would do anything for you, outgoing and lovable person I know, my brother Josh. Who, also, happens to be gay. I love him, so much, that I find myself taking up for every gay person out there when someone says something hateful. I love him, so much, that I find myself in tears, while screaming at a guy I used to work with for saying horrible things to another guy at work that happened to be gay. I love him so much, that I am writing a post, all for him. A lot of sisters don't have a close relationship with their brothers. I do. I am so thankful for that. I just get so tired of hearing close minded people saying things that really, they shouldn't have ever let leave their mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Joshie. You are what other people should strive to be. You are so smart, so funny and so friendly. I can't imagine my life without you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even though you are gay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-4123216674124175257?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4123216674124175257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=4123216674124175257&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4123216674124175257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4123216674124175257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-where-im-in-mood.html' title='The One Where I&apos;m In A Mood'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/ShVraX2HIKI/AAAAAAAAAhU/N4X8RcDrvMU/s72-c/joshbrie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-5833334649419120118</id><published>2009-05-18T10:47:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:09:38.565-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vagina talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that can suck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mmm beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercising sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remodeling the casa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatty mcfatterson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this might offend someone'/><title type='text'>Weekend Review...And Away We Gooooo</title><content type='html'>This weekend was full of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pizza, beer and falling asleep between 6pm-8pm on a Friday night&lt;br /&gt;*Movies&lt;br /&gt;*Sanding my finger nail off&lt;br /&gt;*Really white ass cracks&lt;br /&gt;*Eating candy for dinner&lt;br /&gt;*Realizing bikes were not meant for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vagina's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know after reading that preview, you are dying to hear about it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;allllll&lt;/span&gt;!!!! So, on with the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, Blue Eyes and I were both so stressed out from work. Because of that one &lt;a href="http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-current-annoyance-nasty-mcnasterson.html"&gt;Nasty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;McNasterson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (who, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;, quit over the weekend. pink eye my ass, mister), it made both of our jobs that much harder on Friday. Needless to say, beer and pizza were in the plans for our Friday night. The pizza was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;grrrreat&lt;/span&gt;, thank you Mister Papa John. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, the only thing Mister Keystone did for us was make us very, very sleepy. We each drank one beer. (well, i wasted 2 beers because the mug i poured my first one into stunk like shrimp from the freezer) So I DRANK only 1. B.E. said he really needed to take a rest on the couch and I decided it was going to be a great time for me to redesign my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bloggy&lt;/span&gt; blog. I sat down at my computer with said beer in hand, and sat there, and sat there, and sat there. Just staring at the screen. I want something so cute and so different, but I couldn't come up with anything. Around 8pm, I went and laid on the bed. At 10:30 I was awoken to a kiss and a hug. Apparently we had both fallen asleep between 6-8. Friday night FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we planned on working on the house some more. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;. I got to sand some more of the wall. I sanded too far and off went the tip of my finger nail. See, this is why I don't like helping, I always get an injury! We didn't work too much on the house, so we decided to watch a movie, which turned into 3 movies on Saturday. We watched Taken(excellent), Twilight (awesome) and My Bloody Valentine (suck). It was nice and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent most of Sunday doing laundry and cleaning up. We realized after eating our cream of wheat that we were very low on groceries. We don't get paid until Wednesday! Yikes. So we did what any responsible adult would do. We went and sold our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;DVD's&lt;/span&gt; that we don't watch to Hastings so that we could score us some snacks. $16.48 later, we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart where we purchased cheese dip, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pringles&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pickle&lt;/span&gt; flavor, yum!) and candy. This is what we ate for dinner Sunday night. (don't feel sorry for us, i could have made  sloppy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;josephs&lt;/span&gt; if i wanted to). After we ate our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;deee-lish&lt;/span&gt; dinner and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;watched&lt;/span&gt; Marley and Me (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ohmygawd&lt;/span&gt; i was bawling), we went for a bike ride. I'll just go ahead and say that I'm pretty out of shape. BUT, what makes it even worse, is when you are riding behind your boyfriend, who doesn't care what anyone thinks about him, is showing crack for the entire world to see. Every.single.time we ride bikes, his ass crack is showing. I'm like, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; B.E. pull up your pants/pull down your shirt", while I'm laughing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hysterically&lt;/span&gt; as another car passes us. Laughing while riding bikes WHILE you are out of shape is no easy task. He wouldn't because, again, that's B.E. and he does not care who sees his booty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there is no way that God ever intended bikes for a vagina. Not.at.all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-5833334649419120118?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5833334649419120118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=5833334649419120118&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/5833334649419120118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/5833334649419120118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-reviewand-away-we-gooooo.html' title='Weekend Review...And Away We Gooooo'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-9140170711663273220</id><published>2009-05-15T10:02:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:38:32.154-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that can suck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remodeling the casa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grey&apos;s anatomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people really irritate me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this might offend someone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>My Current Annoyance: Nasty McNasterson</title><content type='html'>Can I just say, thank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baaaajeeeesus&lt;/span&gt; it's Friday? No? I said it anyway. I have only worked 4 days this week but it feels like I've been working 9 straight days. This guy I work with, we'll call him Nasty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McNasterson&lt;/span&gt;, has called in two days in a row with pink eye. First of all, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ewww&lt;/span&gt;, pink eye is so gross and second, he is such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;winey&lt;/span&gt; bag baby and he is 40 years old. What really gets my blood pressure boiling is that he has the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nerve&lt;/span&gt; to be all like, "I don't know what the big deal is. Pink eye isn't that bad. I don't see why everyone is making a big deal out of it." And I'm like, well, Nasty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McNasterson&lt;/span&gt;, it is so gross because you keep getting it and I'm starting to think you need to be careful while wiping your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;McNasty&lt;/span&gt; butt when you poo because apparently some poo particles are getting on your finger and into your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;McNasty&lt;/span&gt; eye." If I keep talking about it, it will turn into an entire post on poo and I'm not sure anyone can handle that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sg2HN8wywkI/AAAAAAAAAgA/u5SivmOUcWw/s1600-h/poo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sg2HN8wywkI/AAAAAAAAAgA/u5SivmOUcWw/s320/poo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336069807222735426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Anymcnasty&lt;/span&gt;, I watched Grey's last night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ohmygawd&lt;/span&gt; it was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;gooood&lt;/span&gt;! I cannot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; I have to wait until the fall to find out what happens! I let myself get really into this show, because it really is the only one I watch, so I feel that it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. B.E. actually watched it with me! We rarely watch TV, so it was something different for us. He worked on the room some more last night. I "accidentally" had already showered, so I couldn't help him. What? The&lt;a href="http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-my-idea-of-fun-nope-not-even-close.html"&gt; dishwasher&lt;/a&gt; was already empty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sg2JB0DFiRI/AAAAAAAAAgY/m0YsNC3LFw8/s1600-h/cartoon17.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 98px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sg2JB0DFiRI/AAAAAAAAAgY/m0YsNC3LFw8/s320/cartoon17.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336071797748369682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend we will be doing more remodeling (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;YEEHAW&lt;/span&gt;) and just hanging out at La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;casa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Boshears&lt;/span&gt;. Crap. I said his last name. Isn't it such a cute name though. Briana &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Boshears&lt;/span&gt;. Say it with me now, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;AWWWWW&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend peeps!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-9140170711663273220?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9140170711663273220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=9140170711663273220&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/9140170711663273220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/9140170711663273220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-current-annoyance-nasty-mcnasterson.html' title='My Current Annoyance: Nasty McNasterson'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sg2HN8wywkI/AAAAAAAAAgA/u5SivmOUcWw/s72-c/poo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-2947495451814651414</id><published>2009-05-14T08:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:39:40.266-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that can suck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remodeling the casa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excuses can be fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><title type='text'>Not My Idea Of Fun. Nope. Not Even Close</title><content type='html'>We started working on the house again yesterday. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ohmygawditsucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When B.E. first moved in, he started converting the garage into a third bedroom. Well, he got bored with that and stopped for about 7 months. Let's just say he likes to have several projects going on at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Examples:&lt;/span&gt; The room is not complete, half of the kitchen floor is redone, half of the kitchen cabinets are redone, most of the laundry room is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I know the house is going to look so nice, but until then, it's really frustrating. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anyhooters&lt;/span&gt;...we aren't sure if we want to stay in San Angelo or not so we were talking yesterday about East Texas, and there are several job openings there with a company he would like to work for. I told him that I wouldn't mind moving there, and that's when he decided we have to "finish the house fast" so that we can sell it and get as much as we possibly can for it. I thought maybe he meant, let's start this weekend. No. We started as soon as we got home from work. And by "we", I really mean, "him", and "I" just stood there watching, holding this and that for him. I lied, I got to sand a wall. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Whooo&lt;/span&gt;, talk about a HOOT. I asked if I could put a little bit of the mud stuff on the wall that he was slapping on. He looked at me, then looked at the wall, then back at me and said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Uhh&lt;/span&gt;...how about I do it? You can fill in some holes later." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pfft&lt;/span&gt;. Whatever Blue Eyes. See if I ever offer to help you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was sanding, he kept saying, "No, do it at an angle. NO! You don't have to press so hard. Really easy, that's all it takes." I was like, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, do you want me to help you or not?" That's exactly what he did to me when we were painting. I wanted to say, "SHUT IT, or I'm not helping you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND what is it with guys wearing their nice jeans and shoes to do EVERYTHING in? We bought B.E. some nice shoes back in March, and wow. They look like he just went and got them from Goodwill. Yesterday, instead of letting the mud hit the floor, what did he do? Oh, he stuck his leg out and caught the mud on his shoes. Awesome. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those shoes look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sccchhhhexy&lt;/span&gt; baby.&lt;/span&gt; And his jeans. He has 3 old pairs of jeans that are torn, have an ink stain on them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(that I may or may not have done by washing a load of clothes with an ink pen)&lt;/span&gt;, and a pair with paint all over them. Now, why, oh why, would he not wear those instead of his new jeans we JUST got him? I don't get it. Boys are so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgwlgDHtEXI/AAAAAAAAAf4/avcGG0KZisQ/s1600-h/crazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgwlgDHtEXI/AAAAAAAAAf4/avcGG0KZisQ/s320/crazy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335680891050856818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really want the house to be done, but can't we just hire someone? It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; boring. I even got out of it for a little while by unloading the dishwasher! I hate unloading the dishwasher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt;, this should be a fun couple of weeks. Or months. Crap. I don't know how long this is going to take. Maybe I should get a second job so I'm not at home. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, I am going to lose my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-2947495451814651414?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2947495451814651414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=2947495451814651414&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/2947495451814651414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/2947495451814651414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-my-idea-of-fun-nope-not-even-close.html' title='Not My Idea Of Fun. Nope. Not Even Close'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgwlgDHtEXI/AAAAAAAAAf4/avcGG0KZisQ/s72-c/crazy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-2758827929174585919</id><published>2009-05-13T13:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:51:45.477-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatty mcfatterson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><title type='text'>Stop Me If You've Heard Me Say This Before</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I'm going to talk about this again. Because apparently, talking about it &lt;a href="http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-wont-be-mondaydream.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/failure.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/randomness-and-stuff.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; wasn't enough. After seeing pictures from our vacation, I am so disgusted with myself. I was doing really, really good when I first moved in with B.E. I don't know what happened. I do know that it's very hard to cook extremely healthy dinners for a guy who could literally live off of steak, potatoes and corn for the rest of his life. So, my only other option is to try and limit any snacking, and eat a healthy breakfast and dinner. Oh yea, and work out. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford to pay for a gym membership every month, so I have devised (with the help of Google) a workout plan I can do at home. And because I know everyone loves reading about other people's work out plans (at least I do) I am going to show you mine!! Also, feel free to leave me comments and ask me if I'm sticking to my plan. I promise I won't lie and tell you that I am!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any suggestions for at home work outs, please feel free to tell them to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea...I got the results back from my &lt;a href="http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/ice-pick-whaaaat.html"&gt;blood test&lt;/a&gt; that I had done. It came back normal and they gave me some medicine to take if I get anymore headaches. I took it this morning and it made me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; drowsy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grrrreat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;...now on to the work out plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CBrianna%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C03%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt; 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Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-6631716112663261654</id><published>2009-05-10T20:37:00.046-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:52:40.876-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures are awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Vaca 2009....Warning: Picture Overload</title><content type='html'>Our trip started out earlier than planned. We weren't supposed to leave until early Friday morning, but we decided that we needed to get outta town Thursday night. So, we called our hotel that we had reservations at for Friday night and asked if we could come a day early. This ended up being the most disgusting hotel ever. I take that back. The pool was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhooters....our hotel was right across the street from the new Cowboys' Stadium. OMG. It is soooo huge! I seriously could not stop staring at it! It was like a ginormous UFO. Riiiily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeCLxdxkHI/AAAAAAAAAaY/u_w-OX8EM2U/s1600-h/DSCN0839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeCLxdxkHI/AAAAAAAAAaY/u_w-OX8EM2U/s320/DSCN0839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334375422412034162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of ginormous things, please ignore Blue Eyes' hand in the picture. Ok, so that was the view from our hotel. (It was in the ghetto.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.E. doesn't even like football, but he was so impressed with the stadium, he started doing some research on it. Here he is, on his lap top ssschecking it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeOwnEiFcI/AAAAAAAAAao/mXtVXnGfPsU/s1600-h/DSCN0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeOwnEiFcI/AAAAAAAAAao/mXtVXnGfPsU/s320/DSCN0836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334389249416500674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I did not get any sleep the first night we were there. The bed was so uncomfortable and tiny and Blue Eyes likes to basically sleep on top of me (him's is a snuggla). In the middle of the night, I got that horrible pain in my kidney. The pain like someone is stabbing you in the back. OUCH. It hurt so bad. I waited for it to get light outside(we were not in the best/safest parts of the world) and I walked over to the gas station to get some cranberry juice (because my momma swears it cures that pain). I grabbed two bottles, determined to chug them both on an empty stomach so that I would feel better for the day ahead of us at Six Flags. I stayed outside for a little while because I didn't want to wake B.E. up. I drank two sips of the first bottle. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, &lt;/span&gt;said my tummy. You know that feeling you get right before you RALPH? I got it. I went back to the room and sat on the edge of the bathtub. My mouth was a-waterin'. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, please no. Please no! &lt;/span&gt;I kept telling myself this over and over. BLAHHHH. Myself did not feel like listening to myself on this Friday morning. I threw up that cranberry juice. That is ALL I had in my stomach. But did my stomach care? No. It wanted to throw up some more just to make sure there really was nothing left in there. Because I have no brain whatsoever, I took my headache medicine. On.an.empty.stomach. The bottle even warns you of not doing this. I was feeling rebellious. I woke B.E. up and told him I was going to find a Wal-Mart to get some medicine for my aching kidney. He offered to drive me but I told him to stay in bed. I got out to the car and I guess that medicine didn't want to go to Wal-Mart with me, because I threw it up all over the parking lot. This was, by far, the worst tasting substance I have ever had in my mouth. It tasted like poison. Oh gawd, I can't even think about it right now without gagging. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(lesson learned- when the medicine bottle says, take with meals, DO &lt;/span&gt;IT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving right along. I felt so much better after Blue Eyes went downstairs and got me a muffin. I took my shower and we went and had a quick lunch before Six Flags opened. On our way to Six Flags, I thought it would be the perfect time for a photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgePvncmyrI/AAAAAAAAAaw/t6Y3-HAxHBc/s1600-h/DSCN0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgePvncmyrI/AAAAAAAAAaw/t6Y3-HAxHBc/s320/DSCN0840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334390331849231026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeP1tzbGUI/AAAAAAAAAa4/oPM-A6Ht5oo/s1600-h/DSCN0843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeP1tzbGUI/AAAAAAAAAa4/oPM-A6Ht5oo/s320/DSCN0843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334390436634761538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeP79CpEvI/AAAAAAAAAbA/SY0k0tr6FBY/s1600-h/DSCN0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeP79CpEvI/AAAAAAAAAbA/SY0k0tr6FBY/s320/DSCN0844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334390543804338930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I knew it was time to put the camera away when he made this face. I was so mad at him but now that I look at it again I'm laughing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a private party going on and the park didn't open until 2pm for the public. We paid for parking and sat in the car for about 30 minutes. Blue Eyes decided it was a good time to take a kitty cat nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeQSsYLCeI/AAAAAAAAAbI/u8qemnwBTK8/s1600-h/DSCN0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeQSsYLCeI/AAAAAAAAAbI/u8qemnwBTK8/s320/DSCN0849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334390934468233698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We already had our tickets printed out, so around 12:30 we walked up to the gate just to see what they would do, and the nice little lady let us in!!! We got to go in early and there were nooo lines! It was awesome. We rode the Titan as soon as we got in. I was so scared at first, and I have no idea why. I have never been afraid of roller coasters. Maybe I'm getting old. Eww. B.E. insisted that I leave my hands up the entire time. It actually did make it a little more fun. We ended up riding the Titan 3 times. I think this picture shows exactly how much fun it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeMLV0hePI/AAAAAAAAAag/txlY6svcDFI/s1600-h/Image+%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeMLV0hePI/AAAAAAAAAag/txlY6svcDFI/s320/Image+%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334386410107533554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I look like such a tard. Oh well, it was FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures from our day at Six Flags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeQmkNJVBI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/F3z4RDGyfRE/s1600-h/DSCN0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeQmkNJVBI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/F3z4RDGyfRE/s320/DSCN0851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334391275871884306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeQtS93vhI/AAAAAAAAAbY/cPxqsrXmhMI/s1600-h/DSCN0854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeQtS93vhI/AAAAAAAAAbY/cPxqsrXmhMI/s320/DSCN0854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334391391503498770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We rode these little cars around a race track, and I laughed the entire time! We were the only two on the race track and I loved it! I took a picture of myself right before we got in the cars, just in case I wrecked mine, it would be the last picture of yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeREww0BlI/AAAAAAAAAbg/gMpRLWnLgCg/s1600-h/DSCN0856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeREww0BlI/AAAAAAAAAbg/gMpRLWnLgCg/s320/DSCN0856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334391794638784082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting in line for another ride, I snapped another picture of my other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeRiP1mvzI/AAAAAAAAAbo/tOrd0I6MJVE/s1600-h/DSCN0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeRiP1mvzI/AAAAAAAAAbo/tOrd0I6MJVE/s320/DSCN0857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334392301196590898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sorry, got a little distracted. Towards the end of the day, we were both hot and sweaty and tired of walking around so we decided to go ahead and head back to the ghetto. We took quick showers and then made our way to HOOTAHS, which really just means, another photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeSYctFpTI/AAAAAAAAAbw/O9IRAtZPzHA/s1600-h/DSCN0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeSYctFpTI/AAAAAAAAAbw/O9IRAtZPzHA/s320/DSCN0859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334393232363463986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sgec76FZp8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/y5N7wNHpMBw/s1600-h/DSCN0864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sgec76FZp8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/y5N7wNHpMBw/s320/DSCN0864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334404836661766082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He would not make a serious face. Jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeSwcwJUSI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Pc1QlcnJb7s/s1600-h/DSCN0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeSwcwJUSI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Pc1QlcnJb7s/s320/DSCN0860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334393644693147938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeS4V81NSI/AAAAAAAAAcI/dTB4nn9Sk-M/s1600-h/DSCN0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeS4V81NSI/AAAAAAAAAcI/dTB4nn9Sk-M/s320/DSCN0862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334393780306261282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Breezy needed a picture too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of our wing eating festivities, this piece of work walked in to Hootahs and we totally lost it. I don't know if it was the sun from the day, or the ice cold beers we had just consumed, but, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ohmygodwow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeTa0joCfI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/fMxGQyT42KE/s1600-h/RSCN0871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeTa0joCfI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/fMxGQyT42KE/s320/RSCN0871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334394372637592050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was some awesome hair if I've ever seen awesome hair. And I have. I look in the mirror everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt; to get a few more shots of us after we left. FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeTwBM8xdI/AAAAAAAAAcY/6z0YUP3YHgY/s1600-h/DSCN0867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeTwBM8xdI/AAAAAAAAAcY/6z0YUP3YHgY/s320/DSCN0867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334394736809395666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeT36iKyYI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gywEwVcvYlI/s1600-h/DSCN0869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeT36iKyYI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gywEwVcvYlI/s320/DSCN0869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334394872458299778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeUComaKbI/AAAAAAAAAco/6WANi9jgjrQ/s1600-h/DSCN0870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeUComaKbI/AAAAAAAAAco/6WANi9jgjrQ/s320/DSCN0870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334395056622807474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next morning, we were planning on getting up and driving to Longview to have lunch with Blue Eyes' friend. We made our way East. The drive was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeVGDd0GFI/AAAAAAAAAcw/v8hhPAh-9SM/s1600-h/DSCN0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeVGDd0GFI/AAAAAAAAAcw/v8hhPAh-9SM/s320/DSCN0876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334396214885750866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeVOiyyQMI/AAAAAAAAAc4/FbivqpXDmJQ/s1600-h/DSCN0877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeVOiyyQMI/AAAAAAAAAc4/FbivqpXDmJQ/s320/DSCN0877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334396360734163138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right after we got honked at, and flipped off by a truck driver, Biggie came on. Prepare yourself for gangsta pose in 3, 2, 1.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeVjJSPJwI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ZPjs9tqpNnA/s1600-h/DSCN0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeVjJSPJwI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ZPjs9tqpNnA/s320/DSCN0872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334396714664011522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm so embarrassed of that. Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Longview and ate lunch. Lucky for you, I didn't take any pictures. After lunch, we were on our way to our final destination. Bossier City!! It was a pretty quick drive. Our hotel was so nice! The rooms were really tropical looking. I knew it would be hard to describe the room, so I took some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeWYgXIqJI/AAAAAAAAAdI/UoBhC3EOuJs/s1600-h/DSCN0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeWYgXIqJI/AAAAAAAAAdI/UoBhC3EOuJs/s320/DSCN0881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334397631391639698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeWgaz2yXI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/GM2Iwb2VydQ/s1600-h/DSCN0882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeWgaz2yXI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/GM2Iwb2VydQ/s320/DSCN0882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334397767340444018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It didn't take us long to make our way to the casino. Along with the slot machines, came free beer, which means, more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeWznCUGMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/ijWX0hLzvas/s1600-h/DSCN0883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeWznCUGMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/ijWX0hLzvas/s320/DSCN0883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334398097039825090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeW5JhxNYI/AAAAAAAAAdg/BQDbpf2aBTI/s1600-h/DSCN0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeW5JhxNYI/AAAAAAAAAdg/BQDbpf2aBTI/s320/DSCN0884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334398192197907842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeXD_03D9I/AAAAAAAAAdo/fvwpzttZ6eg/s1600-h/DSCN0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeXD_03D9I/AAAAAAAAAdo/fvwpzttZ6eg/s320/DSCN0887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334398378572189650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While playing the slots, B.E. hit the jackpot. BUT. He didn't win it, because he wasn't betting the max. It was for $300.00, which really would have been nice to blow. He was so upset! The ladies next to him were mad because apparently, it takes a long time for that jackpot to come back around! HA. Whatever, we were just having fun ladies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got really warm inside the casino, so we decided to go outside on the deck. Photo shoot number 4,715, coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeYBa9-UsI/AAAAAAAAAdw/BV1j2n0m96A/s1600-h/DSCN0890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeYBa9-UsI/AAAAAAAAAdw/BV1j2n0m96A/s320/DSCN0890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334399433830191810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeYIykPeMI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ySHVhpXXsbQ/s1600-h/DSCN0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeYIykPeMI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ySHVhpXXsbQ/s320/DSCN0892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334399560423798978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeYRYKvjSI/AAAAAAAAAeA/g7HRFxr2lFg/s1600-h/DSCN0893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeYRYKvjSI/AAAAAAAAAeA/g7HRFxr2lFg/s320/DSCN0893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334399707956350242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeZSl5hzUI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/YXCdVg88YJ4/s1600-h/DSCN0898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeZSl5hzUI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/YXCdVg88YJ4/s320/DSCN0898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334400828333739330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeZZfl90qI/AAAAAAAAAeY/jFAySV50ACE/s1600-h/DSCN0899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeZZfl90qI/AAAAAAAAAeY/jFAySV50ACE/s320/DSCN0899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334400946900161186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeZijAZclI/AAAAAAAAAeg/DcP2DXvFqnk/s1600-h/DSCN0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeZijAZclI/AAAAAAAAAeg/DcP2DXvFqnk/s320/DSCN0901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334401102435152466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We really should have asked someone to take a decent picture of us. But, that's how we roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to dinner in the lobby, where they had a buffet of sea food. I promised myself after eating, that I would not eat for the rest of the week. We got our $50.00 worth, that's all I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Eyes took another kitty cat nap. Lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeZ1-eta8I/AAAAAAAAAeo/XYGsxtMqKbQ/s1600-h/DSCN0902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeZ1-eta8I/AAAAAAAAAeo/XYGsxtMqKbQ/s320/DSCN0902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334401436227562434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not really!!! He never had Glamour Shots taken when he was younger, and he was feeling sad about that, so we set up a shoot in the hotel room. We are having it enlarged and hanging it over our fire place. Kidding! We don't have a fire place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went back down to the casino and spent the rest of our gambling money. By this time, we were both tired, full, and had drank a little too many free beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeaTVRTS_I/AAAAAAAAAew/tm1y8hXyZnA/s1600-h/DSCN0903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeaTVRTS_I/AAAAAAAAAew/tm1y8hXyZnA/s320/DSCN0903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334401940561546226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeacOph_6I/AAAAAAAAAe4/9yVgNRMnr5c/s1600-h/DSCN0904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeacOph_6I/AAAAAAAAAe4/9yVgNRMnr5c/s320/DSCN0904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334402093402947490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeaiLV8yFI/AAAAAAAAAfA/MMSfgb_osKs/s1600-h/DSCN0906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeaiLV8yFI/AAAAAAAAAfA/MMSfgb_osKs/s320/DSCN0906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334402195594725458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, apparently he didn't get full enough, because he tried to eat my face off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeasC73qdI/AAAAAAAAAfI/OzSKFWgkGo8/s1600-h/DSCN0907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeasC73qdI/AAAAAAAAAfI/OzSKFWgkGo8/s320/DSCN0907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334402365136546258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ugh. I got way too much sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in our room by 10pm. We checked out the jacuzzi (niiice) and then went to bed by midnight. Around 1am, I was awoken to the loudest, most obnoxious voices my ears have ever heard. The people in the connecting room were screaming and running in their room. I was so annoyed. I laid there and listened to it for awhile, hoping Blue Eyes wouldn't wake up, because if he did, he would want to beat someones hiney. Well, he woke up. He banged on the connecting door, and they shut up for about 4 minutes. I was then forced to call the front desk. They sent someone from security to the room, and they were quiet for about 20 minutes. Around 2am, they started again, and B.E. threw his covers off, and said, "Let's go." Let me remind you, we were 7 hours from home. We left. We made it inside of Texas and had to stop at a roadside park and sleep. I woke up in the shape of a pretzel 3 hours later, and off we drove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did manage to get a free night out of the hotel, which means we will be going back hopefully soon. So. You already know what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures coming soon of Vacay #2!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-6631716112663261654?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6631716112663261654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=6631716112663261654&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/6631716112663261654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/6631716112663261654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/vaca-2009warning-picture-overload.html' title='Vaca 2009....Warning: Picture Overload'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SgeCLxdxkHI/AAAAAAAAAaY/u_w-OX8EM2U/s72-c/DSCN0839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-5477565106045999397</id><published>2009-05-06T10:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:53:56.153-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that can suck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grey&apos;s anatomy'/><title type='text'>Ice Pick Whaaaat?</title><content type='html'>Something is going on with my head. Something weird. Saturday, Blue Eyes and I were eating lunch and all of a sudden it felt like something sharp stabbed me in my right temple. It happened so fast and hurt so bad I basically screamed. Then it just went away as quick as it came. So I didn't think anything of it for the rest of the day. On Sunday, it happened again a few times. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; thought to myself that I must have a tumor. I have a very vivid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;imagination&lt;/span&gt; and I watch a lot of Grey's Anatomy. So, yea. At work on Monday, it happened again in the morning while I was talking to my boss, and I seriously just had to stop for a second because this one lasted longer. It happened a few more times that day and for most of Monday, I had a headache. I looked online and the symptoms I was having is a headache called ice pick headaches. That is exactly how it felt. An ice pick stabbing me in the side of the head. I made an appointment with my doctor and I went yesterday. They took blood to see if I have an inflamed&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (funny word) artery or nerve behind my eye. He said that normally only happens to older people (wth?) and if my blood test showed negative for that and I was still getting these stabbing pains, then I would need to go to a Neurologist to have an MRI. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;. More money that I don't exactly have. Even with my insurance, I would have to pay close to $1300.00 for the scan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Uhhh&lt;/span&gt;. I just don't know. As I'm writing this right now, I have a headache, but I haven't gotten the stabbing feeling today, yet. I'm sure it will happen right in the middle of me having another conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have today and tomorrow, and then Blue Eyes and I are officially on vacation. I'm really excited to get outta here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-5477565106045999397?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5477565106045999397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=5477565106045999397&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/5477565106045999397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/5477565106045999397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/ice-pick-whaaaat.html' title='Ice Pick Whaaaat?'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-7874172246612373481</id><published>2009-04-25T16:11:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:54:29.607-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures are awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that can suck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remodeling the casa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><title type='text'>Painting Can Kiss My Booty</title><content type='html'>As promised, here are some before and after pictures of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want to paint again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mkay. Bye.                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH...and be jealous of how green our grass is. Our entire neighborhood hates us. No seriously. Blue Eyes almost got into a fist fight with our neighbor lady. Gawd I love him.&lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SfN8uN7KXRI/AAAAAAAAAZw/39Uxb2lnDjI/s1600-h/before1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SfN8uN7KXRI/AAAAAAAAAZw/39Uxb2lnDjI/s320/before1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328739917563059474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SfN82GMOJ_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/742jzydwa-c/s1600-h/before2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SfN82GMOJ_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/742jzydwa-c/s320/before2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328740052926081010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SfN9DAZO0PI/AAAAAAAAAaA/F9CtXEyS8tA/s1600-h/After1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SfN9DAZO0PI/AAAAAAAAAaA/F9CtXEyS8tA/s320/After1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328740274708336882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SfN9RRvdhQI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/VQrvSIm871Q/s1600-h/After3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SfN9RRvdhQI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/VQrvSIm871Q/s320/After3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328740519883146498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-7874172246612373481?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7874172246612373481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=7874172246612373481&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/7874172246612373481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/7874172246612373481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/painting-can-kiss-my-booty.html' title='Painting Can Kiss My Booty'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SfN8uN7KXRI/AAAAAAAAAZw/39Uxb2lnDjI/s72-c/before1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-5409790349195884132</id><published>2009-04-24T09:24:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:55:44.820-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remodeling the casa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excuses can be fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i might be a 6 year old'/><title type='text'>Boobie Handprints For Everyone!!</title><content type='html'>Brandon&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(that's my boyfriend, aka, Blue Eyes)&lt;/span&gt; and I have been talking about repainting the house a lot and finally he bought the paint to do it. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(paint be expensive yallll!)&lt;/span&gt; I picked out a lovely little color that Beher likes to call Gobi Desert:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SfHNe8XKSvI/AAAAAAAAAZI/bwFhfaDBrQ8/s1600-h/color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SfHNe8XKSvI/AAAAAAAAAZI/bwFhfaDBrQ8/s320/color.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328265765639047922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, that's the color. The trim is going to be pure white, but yall know what white looks like, so there is no need for a picture. Unless you are color blind, then I'm sorry. So it's a really neutral color, and I think it's going to look so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, part of our house is blue and the other part is light green. B.E. painted half of if blue before we were together. It's very, um, festive looking? I will post pictures once we are done painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SfHSBQtekJI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/gyV9bK2XpGM/s1600-h/festive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SfHSBQtekJI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/gyV9bK2XpGM/s200/festive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328270753263423634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of painting-IT SUCKS yall! Especially in the stupid West Texas wind. Five minutes into painting the trim, I was already over it. I tried to get out of it by offering to go inside and make him Spaghetti. It worked! But, once I got inside, I didn't feel like making that, so I went back out and asked him if he would like to have chili dogs &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(heart attack)&lt;/span&gt; instead. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mmm chili dogs. Nom, nom, nom.&lt;/span&gt; Anyhooters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SfHShzujmJI/AAAAAAAAAZY/XOWzZhMpf4Q/s1600-h/chili_dog_sauce_med.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SfHShzujmJI/AAAAAAAAAZY/XOWzZhMpf4Q/s200/chili_dog_sauce_med.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328271312419002514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He said that sounded good and then he blurted out, "So that won't take very long at all will it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him, "Nah, about 30 minutes if that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said the words I was hoping to not hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good. Then you can stay out here and finish up on the trim!" I said with a smile, "Oh yea, I sure can Blue Eyes!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stayed out there. Almost murdered the dog a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I tried the "I have to poop" excuse so I could go in again. After that 5 minutes I went back out and painted some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a bug in the window of the bathroom, so I ran back inside and killed it. At this point it was like, oh I don't know, 7pm, and I was seriously over this whole painting thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SfHUWqEZ_SI/AAAAAAAAAZg/10jj5l_9ZXM/s1600-h/bug+alone.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SfHUWqEZ_SI/AAAAAAAAAZg/10jj5l_9ZXM/s200/bug+alone.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328273319870987554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I even suggested we go and hire someone from the Home Depot parking lot at $2.00hr to come finish. Didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then? Then I proceeded to paint my hand solid white and make a hand print on my boobie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never said I was mature. Don't judge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you can judge me on? Is how many damn times I say yall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yehaw yall, I'm a Texas Gal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SfHVqe9c5NI/AAAAAAAAAZo/VL5Tvz044UE/s1600-h/ist2_346519-quick-draw-cowgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SfHVqe9c5NI/AAAAAAAAAZo/VL5Tvz044UE/s320/ist2_346519-quick-draw-cowgirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328274759998039250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-5409790349195884132?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5409790349195884132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=5409790349195884132&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/5409790349195884132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/5409790349195884132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/boobie-handprints-for-everyone.html' title='Boobie Handprints For Everyone!!'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SfHNe8XKSvI/AAAAAAAAAZI/bwFhfaDBrQ8/s72-c/color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-4988543966403099383</id><published>2009-04-23T08:47:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:57:50.226-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i might be a 6 year old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='besties'/><title type='text'>Sthuuuper Exthited</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt; Blue Eyes just called to inform me that the Border Patrol just pulled over a white van across the street from our house. I just thought it was hilarious that he called and told me this, so I wanted to share it with yall! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took off my poll because, even though you have all voted yes for me to cut my hair, I can't do it. I wore my hair curly yesterday and decided it needs to keep growing out. So, thanks anyways guys! I am still coloring it pretty blonde though. My appointment is next Saturday and it can't come quick enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SfB1F_rWd1I/AAAAAAAAAYA/kWuRTZ10CT8/s1600-h/excited.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SfB1F_rWd1I/AAAAAAAAAYA/kWuRTZ10CT8/s200/excited.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327887105032353618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On May 8th, B.E. and I are going to Six Flags where we will be meeting up with one of my besties (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yea, I said besties-DEAL)&lt;/span&gt; and her main squeeze whom I have never met. I am really looking forward to meeting him. He will probably leave her after he sees the two of us together, though. We are...well...we act pretty foolish and very silly around each other. We say things that no one else would ever think of, and do things that most people wouldn't do in public for fear of embarrassing themselves. We don't care though. That's how we roll. It does, however, leave others wondering about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SfB2tzjelrI/AAAAAAAAAYI/bWbPObqswQM/s1600-h/wtf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SfB2tzjelrI/AAAAAAAAAYI/bWbPObqswQM/s200/wtf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327888888484501170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OH...me and B.E. have decided that we are going to do that Bungee Jump thing that Six Flags has!! Yiiiikes! My bestie &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(said it again)&lt;/span&gt; has agreed to take our picture and I just can't wait to see the &lt;strike&gt;fear&lt;/strike&gt; excitement on my face!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SfB3Lq0DVNI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-_dqaOf_LqU/s1600-h/bungee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SfB3Lq0DVNI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-_dqaOf_LqU/s200/bungee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327889401534174418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyhooters...we will be spending the night in Dallas and then we will get up Saturday morning &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(that is if we don't fall out of the sky at Six Flags and splat all over the place)&lt;/span&gt; and drive to Longview to meet up with one of B.E. friends. We are going to take her to lunch at some fantabulous Japanese Steakhouse. After we stuff ourselves silly we are going to Shreveport to do some gamblin' and just relax. We have a really nice hotel that has a jacuzzi in each room &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(what, what!)&lt;/span&gt;. So I am really excited for this trip. We need it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SfB33N8SlSI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ls85g-HCoxI/s1600-h/tub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SfB33N8SlSI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ls85g-HCoxI/s200/tub.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327890149698344226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you have any awesome vaca's coming up??? Do telllll!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-4988543966403099383?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4988543966403099383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=4988543966403099383&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4988543966403099383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4988543966403099383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/sthuuuper-exthited.html' title='Sthuuuper Exthited'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SfB1F_rWd1I/AAAAAAAAAYA/kWuRTZ10CT8/s72-c/excited.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-525917427396671399</id><published>2009-04-22T10:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:58:33.621-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that can suck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that make my heart sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>How Could He?</title><content type='html'>I was missing him a lot, so I called him to see what he was doing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm eating dinner with&lt;/span&gt; (insert girl name here). I stopped driving and pulled over to the side of the road. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, ok. Well I guess I will let you go then&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OK, bye&lt;/span&gt;, he said. I sat there for a moment so confused as to what was going on. How could he be at dinner with someone else, someone that he used to date? What did I do? He didn't even say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;. I drove around wondering how this could have happened to me. I thought he loved me. I thought we were going to spend the rest of our lives together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up. Blue Eyes was still all snugly and warm, still holding my hand and laying beside me, and all was right in my world again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really hate dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and seriously, if you live in Granbury and you read my blog, DAILY, won't you please leave me a comment and tell me who you are? Pretty please???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-525917427396671399?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/525917427396671399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=525917427396671399&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/525917427396671399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/525917427396671399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-could-he.html' title='How Could He?'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-5930244399068539670</id><published>2009-04-20T11:44:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:59:39.023-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret readers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have nothing better to talk about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i might be a 6 year old'/><title type='text'>Dear Granbury Texas Reader</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Seyoqb28tYI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Y22D74zrtl8/s1600-h/question_mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Seyoqb28tYI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Y22D74zrtl8/s200/question_mark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326817906258654594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've evaluated from the little I know about you, that you are a female,  around the age of 21, with brown hair and soft green eyes. You probably like the color pink and have freckles in  places you don't normally show people. I've also evaluated that you have probably slept with four  men, one of which was the love of your life, who you're no longer on speaking  terms with and probably had two pregnancy scares with. This boy I'll call,  George. George was good to you, but you were too young and the  relationship fell apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this at all correct reader? If not, identify yourself. I see you on here every.single.day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M'kay and thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-5930244399068539670?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5930244399068539670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=5930244399068539670&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/5930244399068539670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/5930244399068539670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-granbury-texas-reader.html' title='Dear Granbury Texas Reader'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Seyoqb28tYI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Y22D74zrtl8/s72-c/question_mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-7543962836645292766</id><published>2009-04-15T11:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:00:38.998-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have nothing better to talk about'/><title type='text'>The One Where I Need Your Help!!</title><content type='html'>If you will notice the little poll on the left side of your screen, I need your help!! I have a hair appointment on May 2, and I know I'm going to highlight my hair quite a bit, but I'm having a hard time deciding if I should cut it or not. I'm going to post a picture of what my hair looks like today, and then of the color I want. Also, in the picture of the color I want, if I do cut it, I will be doing that cut as well. So please..tell me what you think and vote!! Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       Me today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SeYLJcteu0I/AAAAAAAAAXY/2tjzjOhxw1s/s1600-h/DSCN0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SeYLJcteu0I/AAAAAAAAAXY/2tjzjOhxw1s/s200/DSCN0720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324955866365868866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 The color I'm doing:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SeYLSfvpBXI/AAAAAAAAAXg/gcyYt0zZxPI/s1600-h/hair+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SeYLSfvpBXI/AAAAAAAAAXg/gcyYt0zZxPI/s200/hair+color.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324956021799060850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This hair cut??? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SeYLf6A5e1I/AAAAAAAAAXo/GrKZxnmPHBw/s1600-h/hair+cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SeYLf6A5e1I/AAAAAAAAAXo/GrKZxnmPHBw/s200/hair+cut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324956252189064018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-7543962836645292766?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7543962836645292766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=7543962836645292766&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/7543962836645292766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/7543962836645292766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-where-i-need-your-help.html' title='The One Where I Need Your Help!!'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SeYLJcteu0I/AAAAAAAAAXY/2tjzjOhxw1s/s72-c/DSCN0720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-124827075608418552</id><published>2009-04-14T08:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:01:27.925-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that can suck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this might offend someone'/><title type='text'>I Am So Getting Shanked</title><content type='html'>My office hired a new cleaning crew a few months ago. They clean like they are supposed to, yes, but sometimes they don't leave us ANY paper towels at all. Last week, I took it upon myself to leave a very nice note, asking them to PLEASE leave paper towels when we are out. I even ended it with, "Thank you so much". So yesterday morning, I'm talking with a co-worker about his schedule and this cleaning lady walks up to me.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Exccccuseee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;? Some-a-one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lefted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a note saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yalls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; are needing paper towels and we DUN already told some-a-one that you are out of '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yalls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; need to order more."&lt;/span&gt; I said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well, I am the one that left the note, and I assumed since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; are the cleaning company, that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; would be the ones to leave us more paper towels. My mistake!!"&lt;/span&gt; She huffed off real fast. She was rude, and so unprofessional. But what can you expect from a cleaning crew that is straight out of prison, right? I'm not making that part up. So I do what any adult would do. I emailed the lady I work with that is in charge of these people. She said she would take care of it. So, this morning, the same girl walks past my office (paper towels in hand!!!) and glares at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;meeeee&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh no she didn't."&lt;/span&gt; *SNAP*....wait, where was I? Oh yes....I then walk outside to take a piece of paper to one of the guys and she is out there. Walking back to their truck. Glaring.At.Me. Maybe you don't think it's a big deal at all that a cleaning lady would glare at me. Our cleaning crew is not this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SeSS2Z3YvII/AAAAAAAAAXI/TdnPRWj4TG8/s1600-h/happy+cleaning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SeSS2Z3YvII/AAAAAAAAAXI/TdnPRWj4TG8/s320/happy+cleaning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324542122812554370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They aren't happy. They don't smile. They don't wear cute headbands. Our cleaning crew is more like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SeSTEwKazSI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/rVGrkF3Gnbc/s1600-h/chola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SeSTEwKazSI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/rVGrkF3Gnbc/s320/chola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324542369316130082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Farewell friends. Breezy is 'bout to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;shanked&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-124827075608418552?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/124827075608418552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=124827075608418552&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/124827075608418552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/124827075608418552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-so-getting-shanked.html' title='I Am So Getting Shanked'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SeSS2Z3YvII/AAAAAAAAAXI/TdnPRWj4TG8/s72-c/happy+cleaning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-2353572229345491200</id><published>2009-04-13T15:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:02:34.873-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatty mcfatterson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this might offend someone'/><title type='text'>What Compares With A Fanny Pack?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SeOo53g8quI/AAAAAAAAAW4/5gtoAaSOs28/s1600-h/fanny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SeOo53g8quI/AAAAAAAAAW4/5gtoAaSOs28/s320/fanny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324284896590211810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blue Eyes and I are going to Six Flags next month. I want to take lots of pictures. Problem. I do NOT want to drop and break my camera as we are flying through the air on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fantabulous&lt;/span&gt; roller coaster. Now, I remember back in the day when my parents' would take my brothers and I to Six Flags and my Mom would wear a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*gasp*&lt;/span&gt; fanny pack. Yea, I am most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not going to be purchasing a fanny pack. Do they even sell those anymore? And what kind of name is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fanny pack&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So peeps, what can I get that is cute, fashionable and safe for my beloved camera????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I must tell you, we had a great Easter, but do to the fact that I look like a fat HIPPO in &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SeOpQh5UxBI/AAAAAAAAAXA/nVZuDuT7Uo4/s1600-h/hippo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SeOpQh5UxBI/AAAAAAAAAXA/nVZuDuT7Uo4/s320/hippo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324285285923865618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all the pictures I took, there will be none posted. Maybe next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-2353572229345491200?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2353572229345491200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=2353572229345491200&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/2353572229345491200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/2353572229345491200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-compares-with-fanny-pack.html' title='What Compares With A Fanny Pack?'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SeOo53g8quI/AAAAAAAAAW4/5gtoAaSOs28/s72-c/fanny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-9025100792313329844</id><published>2009-04-10T10:22:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:04:00.562-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays schmolidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Burr, It's Cold In Here</title><content type='html'>There must be some Toro's in the atmosphere.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.My.God. Sorry about that. What? You don't know what I'm talking about? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bring it On&lt;/span&gt;! Duh. Google it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that right around Easter the weather always turns to complete CRAP? Always. It's nice all week long and then BAM! It's cold and gross. Blue Eyes and myself will be traveling to the Hill Country this evening to go stay at my parents'. You know what that means right?!?! I get to see &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SAgdPmZbEjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rvWITiPk5aM/s1600-h/sunny.jpg"&gt;ROWDY&lt;/a&gt;!!! Yay!! Oh, I get to spend time with my Mom and Dad also. But ROWDY!!! YAY!! I miss him! Anylamewad, we will be spending Easter there. My B.E. is getting over a little cold or something. He's been hoarse and coughing and I'm really hoping I don't get it! He needed to go to the doctor and get a shot but he didn't.  I hate being sick. Besides, I don't have just a whole lot of sick time left since I like to use mine when I'm not really sick. Ssshhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp, I should have some pictures after this weekend of our adventures in the Hill Country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a great Easter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sd9nq946xnI/AAAAAAAAAWw/gi8gT7vj2mI/s1600-h/peeps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sd9nq946xnI/AAAAAAAAAWw/gi8gT7vj2mI/s320/peeps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323087272440678002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        Mmmm....peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-9025100792313329844?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9025100792313329844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=9025100792313329844&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/9025100792313329844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/9025100792313329844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/burr-its-cold-in-here.html' title='Burr, It&apos;s Cold In Here'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sd9nq946xnI/AAAAAAAAAWw/gi8gT7vj2mI/s72-c/peeps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-313203356206549310</id><published>2009-04-09T09:39:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:05:07.031-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures are awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishing-my anti drug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Meow</title><content type='html'>Obviously I can't make up my mind for my layout. Just be prepared for it to change monthly, mkay? This is why I can't have a cell phone that is a certain color, because a month later, I want a different one. Uhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooters......Blue Eyes and I went fishing last weekend in the evening. It was sooo pretty and so nice where we went. The only downside-the gnats! Why do you spell gnats with a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "g"&lt;/span&gt;? It's so weird. OHHH and I finally caught a FISH!!! At first, I didn't want to say anything, because I was afraid that I had the bottom of the lake. See we have been fishing together for a while now, and neither of us have caught anything. I didn't want to get excited for nothing! When I saw that fish at the end of my line, I screamed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(in the most obnoxious, high pitched, high-schooler voice)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"YAAAAYYYY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....I was excited! I caught me a little kittyfish. It was a catfish. But it was little, so I guess you could call it a kittyfish. No? Hmm. Well after I caught my kittyfish, B.E. is determined to catch a "bigger fish than yours" and so he resumes his fishing. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I let my kittyfish go, btw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; All of a sudden he jumps OUT of his chair and says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(very exicitedly)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I think I got something!!!!"&lt;/span&gt; I just sit there and watch as he struggles reeling in his line. I'm sitting there thinking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Crap, I think he beat me!"&lt;/span&gt; But oh no. Don't worry. Blue Eyes caught a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STICK&lt;/span&gt;!!!! I thought it was hilarious. He didn't really laugh.&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the day before we went to dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sd4rN6GH1EI/AAAAAAAAAWA/THhfGuXIweE/s1600-h/DSCN0673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sd4rN6GH1EI/AAAAAAAAAWA/THhfGuXIweE/s320/DSCN0673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322739327531734082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           YAY my little kittyfish!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sd4reCFv4cI/AAAAAAAAAWI/0M3CD8P3vCo/s1600-h/DSCN0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sd4reCFv4cI/AAAAAAAAAWI/0M3CD8P3vCo/s320/DSCN0675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322739604555555266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        He's so cute!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sd4rjXjpLsI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/eFja1YJXXno/s1600-h/DSCN0676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sd4rjXjpLsI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/eFja1YJXXno/s320/DSCN0676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322739696217435842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          Blue Eyes fishing at sunset&lt;3 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sd5O39ynbdI/AAAAAAAAAWg/LxuFtl8OC5Q/s1600-h/DSCN0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sd5O39ynbdI/AAAAAAAAAWg/LxuFtl8OC5Q/s320/DSCN0689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322778532985138642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-313203356206549310?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/313203356206549310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=313203356206549310&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/313203356206549310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/313203356206549310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/meow.html' title='Meow'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sd4rN6GH1EI/AAAAAAAAAWA/THhfGuXIweE/s72-c/DSCN0673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-856149297679678157</id><published>2009-03-31T08:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:08:06.601-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have nothing better to talk about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i might be a 6 year old'/><title type='text'>Tasty Shit</title><content type='html'>I sent Blue Eyes to get some propane for the grill the other day &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(because he left it turned on for the second time in 3 months and it ran out)&lt;/span&gt;. I was at school, so I got a text that says, "I got some good shit to put on the steaks." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cool!&lt;/span&gt; I said. I get home, and see on the counter this lovely bottle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.specialshit.com/images/good_bottle.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   Click on this picture to read the label:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SdIgVGoVWKI/AAAAAAAAAV4/C4ie2-C9heI/s1600-h/Good_Label.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 106px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SdIgVGoVWKI/AAAAAAAAAV4/C4ie2-C9heI/s200/Good_Label.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319349656807102626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is pretty tasty! They have other products as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Shit&lt;br /&gt;Special Shit&lt;br /&gt;Aw Shit&lt;br /&gt;BBQ Shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my personal favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dip Shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can order their products &lt;a href="http://www.specialshit.com/products.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your shit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-856149297679678157?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/856149297679678157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=856149297679678157&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/856149297679678157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/856149297679678157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/tasty-shit.html' title='Tasty Shit'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SdIgVGoVWKI/AAAAAAAAAV4/C4ie2-C9heI/s72-c/Good_Label.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-1754280005355540965</id><published>2009-03-30T08:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:09:48.870-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i compare myself to celebrities too much'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatty mcfatterson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='besties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mondaydreams'/><title type='text'>Potty Breaks</title><content type='html'>Today won't be a MonDayDream. I'm not really day dreaming right now. I'm floating actually. Why you ask? Because it is my goal to drink 24oz of water each hour today. Every hour. It's hard! But I have to get in shape before May. Serious shape. First of all, I have a bet going with my brother to see who can lose the most weight. Secondly, Blue Eyes and I are going to Six Flags in May and then to Longview to visit some of his friends from when he lived there. It's a girl. I'm not jealous or anything, but I want to look the best I can. I want his friends to say, "He has a HOT girlfriend!" I already have in my head a really cute outfit for Six Flags and I just really need to lose weight. When I first moved in with B.E., I lost a lot of weight just by watching what I was eating. I wasn't working out or anything. So, I'm going to try to eat a tiny amount of food each day, and drink all my water, AND me and my friend Ashley are going to start walking tonight! I'm pretty excited about that, because I don't get to see her very often, and I love talking with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, wish me luck. I know I won't ever be stick figure thin, Like Paris Hilton, because I have way too much muscle for that. And I don't want to look like that. What I would like to look like is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SdDOrYcwTNI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Hkh19SNKGKQ/s1600-h/brit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SdDOrYcwTNI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Hkh19SNKGKQ/s200/brit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318978404617309394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It will happen. PROMISE!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-1754280005355540965?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1754280005355540965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=1754280005355540965&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/1754280005355540965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/1754280005355540965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-wont-be-mondaydream.html' title='Potty Breaks'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SdDOrYcwTNI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Hkh19SNKGKQ/s72-c/brit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-7647432401161127010</id><published>2009-03-26T08:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:10:19.817-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have nothing better to talk about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i might be a 6 year old'/><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>Soo...In my previous post I mentioned some pretty funny things that Blue Eyes has said. I guess now it's time to confess how blonde/white/ditzy I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning while driving to work, I was was listening to &lt;a href="http://www.kiddlive.com/"&gt;Kidd Kraddick&lt;/a&gt; in the Morning and the rapper Flo Rida was on. He was talking about how he was from the hood in Florida and about his new song that's out. As he was sitting there talking about how he was from Florida it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F-L-O-R-I-D-A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ohhhh&lt;/span&gt;. I said to myself. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flo Rida spells Florida.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I may or may not have spelled out the letters on my leg at that moment, JUST to make sure.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi, my name is Breezy, and I am a raging ditz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-7647432401161127010?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7647432401161127010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=7647432401161127010&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/7647432401161127010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/7647432401161127010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-4686247654051013822</id><published>2009-03-19T12:02:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:11:43.393-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that can suck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I'm Baaack....I Think</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/ScJ9tOJmeYI/AAAAAAAAAVg/n0XhN2ZDgbw/s1600-h/chip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/ScJ9tOJmeYI/AAAAAAAAAVg/n0XhN2ZDgbw/s320/chip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314948726096558466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First of all, let me begin by saying how bad I feel about neglecting my blog for the past, oh I don't know, 2 weeks or so. Maybe longer. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anyhooters&lt;/span&gt;. A lot has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;. I was rear ended in our new ride-bummer. We've been driving a rental which wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tooo&lt;/span&gt; bad, but it was a car, and now that we have an SUV it felt totally weird. So this past Tuesday, ours was supposed to be ready. I took the rental back and the nice chubby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hispanic&lt;/span&gt; boy gave me a ride to the body shop. I got in the Trail Blazer and off I went to get gas. I tried locking the doors with the remote and it would.not.work. Then the tire pressure monitoring system kept coming on. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Grrrrreat&lt;/span&gt;. They broke something. I had to take it back Wednesday and as I write this, I am car-less. At least I don't have school this week or I would be SOL. I wasn't too injured in the accident. I strained my neck pretty bad. It was a high school boy that hit me. $4800.00 worth of damage he did. Jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lampasas&lt;/span&gt; last weekend and had a lot of fun. Me and Blue Eyes went to Austin and got drunk, I mean, played games at Dave and Busters. I had never been before and had a lot of fun. We also played electronic monopoly with my parents and grandma. We are so wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...I must tell you a couple of things my sweet, sweet Blue Eyes has said that almost made me pee my pants-a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When talking about a Bible one of his customer's gave him:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yea, I don't know. It's that Rick James or something like that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me, about to die:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You mean King James?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue Eyes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haaa&lt;/span&gt;.....I don't know, I guess!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Rick James, Bitch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I bought chips from H-E-B.....the Texas shaped ones. He's sitting there eating some with salsa and I'm cooking. All of a sudden, he jumps out of his chair with a chip and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOOOOK&lt;/span&gt; at this chip!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(but then he quickly sat back down and was like, "oh")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him and said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; did you think you just found a chip shaped like Texas? Because the entire bag is shaped like Texas!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him, blushing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;NOO&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "YES you did. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; you are so cute!!!! You thought you found a Texas shaped chip like that person that found a Jesus shaped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Cheeto&lt;/span&gt;! I love you!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I really do love you Blue Eyes.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/ScJ95Dv0IRI/AAAAAAAAAVo/KpuH4s6gH7E/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 86px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/ScJ95Dv0IRI/AAAAAAAAAVo/KpuH4s6gH7E/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314948929462477074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-4686247654051013822?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4686247654051013822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=4686247654051013822&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4686247654051013822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4686247654051013822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-baaacki-think.html' title='I&apos;m Baaack....I Think'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/ScJ9tOJmeYI/AAAAAAAAAVg/n0XhN2ZDgbw/s72-c/chip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-1841676781794477921</id><published>2009-03-16T20:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:12:31.942-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have nothing better to talk about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this might offend someone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i might be a 6 year old'/><title type='text'>Ooops</title><content type='html'>I accidentally &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=pantsed"&gt;pantsed&lt;/a&gt; Blue Eyes in the Wal-Mart parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.laughed.hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hims.did.not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-1841676781794477921?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1841676781794477921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=1841676781794477921&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/1841676781794477921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/1841676781794477921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/ooops.html' title='Ooops'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-2688224013031944615</id><published>2009-03-04T21:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:13:19.610-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that can suck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have nothing better to talk about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sa9Da2vyAhI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/GpDXQmrlD34/s1600-h/DSCN0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sa9Da2vyAhI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/GpDXQmrlD34/s320/DSCN0571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309536614344688146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The good news: I got the red one last week, for no reason. And I got the orange one yesterday, for no reason.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sa9EAZcgr1I/AAAAAAAAAVY/9bUo2-UhEpU/s1600-h/DSCN0575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sa9EAZcgr1I/AAAAAAAAAVY/9bUo2-UhEpU/s320/DSCN0575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309537259314261842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bad news: I got slammed in the ass by a high-school kid today.&lt;br /&gt;Wait. That didn't come out right.&lt;br /&gt;What I meant to say was I got rear-ended today.&lt;br /&gt;And this is what our new car looks like now:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-2688224013031944615?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2688224013031944615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=2688224013031944615&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/2688224013031944615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/2688224013031944615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Sa9Da2vyAhI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/GpDXQmrlD34/s72-c/DSCN0571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-1747226698726683014</id><published>2009-02-26T09:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:14:10.461-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that can suck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people really irritate me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>HumASS</title><content type='html'>And here is a little conversation I had with a Wal-Mart employee last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breezy:&lt;/span&gt; "Excuse me, mam. Where can I find Hummus at?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Saax93CXy2I/AAAAAAAAAVA/CpOfbsaRMOg/s1600-h/WildGardenHummusLG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Saax93CXy2I/AAAAAAAAAVA/CpOfbsaRMOg/s200/WildGardenHummusLG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307124887206742882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Teeth:&lt;/span&gt; "Hermus? Harness? Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breezy:&lt;/span&gt; "Um. Hummus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Teeth:&lt;/span&gt; "Hrm. Well it might be in the garden center."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breezy:&lt;/span&gt; "Mam, you eat it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I didn't get any hummus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I did get yesterday was a rose and a sweet, sweet card from Mister Blue Eyes. I would have a picture of it, but my camera went dead and I can't find my charger. I'll describe it. It's white on the outside and red on the inside and it's beautiful! I was just sitting at my desk pretending to work, and he brought it to me. OMG I almost cried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SaaxvKcsfhI/AAAAAAAAAU4/GJ3VzchTF2Y/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 86px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SaaxvKcsfhI/AAAAAAAAAU4/GJ3VzchTF2Y/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307124634719387154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-1747226698726683014?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1747226698726683014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=1747226698726683014&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/1747226698726683014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/1747226698726683014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/humass.html' title='HumASS'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/Saax93CXy2I/AAAAAAAAAVA/CpOfbsaRMOg/s72-c/WildGardenHummusLG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-1669965306474697599</id><published>2009-02-25T14:55:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:15:02.942-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatty mcfatterson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have nothing better to talk about'/><title type='text'>I'm Not Religious But...</title><content type='html'>I am so giving up sweets and beer for 40 days. My pants are cutting off my circulation, so I figured now was a pretty good time to give up my biggest temptations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SaWwd8dBi4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/LQw79aEgIMc/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 86px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SaWwd8dBi4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/LQw79aEgIMc/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306841764416555906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-1669965306474697599?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1669965306474697599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=1669965306474697599&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/1669965306474697599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/1669965306474697599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-not-catholic-but.html' title='I&apos;m Not Religious But...'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SaWwd8dBi4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/LQw79aEgIMc/s72-c/signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-9128791432339398199</id><published>2009-02-24T11:39:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:15:54.645-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that can suck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people really irritate me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that make my heart sad'/><title type='text'>Letter To The @$$hole that took 4 1/2 Years From Me</title><content type='html'>Dear @$$hole:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put away a bunch of feelings and thoughts that I had accumulated over the last 4 1/2 years. Remember, because I couldn't ever talk to you about my feelings? Yea, they were stuck somewhere behind my heart, I think. I pushed them away and away until I couldn't feel anymore. YOU did that to me. I was finally emptying out my last box this weekend and all those thoughts and feelings suddenly reappeared when I found a journal that I used to write in at night. That journal never made me feel bad about the things I said. It never made me ashamed or embarrassed when a tear would fall off my cheek. It never yelled, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why are you crying", &lt;/span&gt;when really, all I wanted was someone to hug me. I was reading some pages out of that journal and realized that almost everything in there, was something negative about you. I would always ask it, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why is he so mean to me? Why does he talk to me like I'm dirt? Why doesn't he ever act like he appreciates me?"&lt;/span&gt; I couldn't ask YOU those things. I take that back. I tried. Over and over you told me that you couldn't change. Several times you told me that if I left you, you wouldn't care because, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I have so many girls that want me."&lt;/span&gt; You made me feel bad about myself. I could never do enough to make you happy and to make you nice to me all the time. You were always against me. You never took my side. I felt like we were never on the "same team". Remember when you would be asleep and I accidentally made a noise? You yelled at me, or said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ssssshhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;" really loud. You always made me drive everywhere. You never wanted to really marry me, I know that. I can still hear the mean, hurtful, horrible things you said to me when you were drunk. 3 times. Things so horrible, I couldn't even repeat to my Mom. I know you don't remember them and what was it that you said the next day? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's not like I hit you or anything like that. It's not even that bad."&lt;/span&gt; I don't know why I stayed with you for as long as I did. I guess I was scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had your days. You could be super nice one day but I think as soon as you realized how nice you were being, you quickly started acting hateful again. You were good to me at birthdays and any other holiday that involved giving me something. I wish that you would have been good to me all 365 days a year, instead of just those days. I'm not saying that all 4 1/2 years were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; horrible. But for the most part, they were not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you still read this or not. If you do, maybe you will take something from this and it will make you a better partner in your next relationship. You can be a great boyfriend, if you really wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have someone now that appreciates me, all the time. I have someone that lets me talk about my feelings. I have someone that isn't afraid to tell me he loves me, even if it's 10 minutes after he already said it. He doesn't "assume" that I know. He makes sure I know. I have someone who never makes me feel bad about myself. I have someone who is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt; on my "team", and not against me. I can finally, honestly say, that I am in love with my best friend. Because best friends don't make you feel the way you made me feel-ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you find the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SaQ47GbRZqI/AAAAAAAAAUo/pBgjguGriQQ/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 86px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SaQ47GbRZqI/AAAAAAAAAUo/pBgjguGriQQ/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306428848937723554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-9128791432339398199?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9128791432339398199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=9128791432339398199&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/9128791432339398199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/9128791432339398199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/letter-to-hole-that-took-4-12-years.html' title='Letter To The @$$hole that took 4 1/2 Years From Me'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SaQ47GbRZqI/AAAAAAAAAUo/pBgjguGriQQ/s72-c/signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-6574523100972694985</id><published>2009-02-23T09:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:16:34.907-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that can suck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people really irritate me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this might offend someone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mondaydreams'/><title type='text'>MonDayDreams-Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>Why hello there! It's Monday, and you know what that means &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; for last Monday, I wasn't at work, therefore, I wasn't daydreaming, therefore, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MonDayDreams&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I was sitting here staring at a paperclip thinking how annoying most people on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt; are. Seriously. You know the ones I'm talking about. That person that fills out every single survey that comes through. That person that updates their mood every 20 seconds. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"so-n-so is taking a poo. 5 seconds ago." "so-n-so is eating a ham sandwich. 25 seconds ago."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"so-n-so is going shopping!!" 32 seconds ago."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what bothers me most about this type of person is the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; they upload new pictures, they feel the need to post a bulletin that says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I posted new pics! Comment please!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;desperate&lt;/span&gt; that you have to tell people to leave you comments?&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you not realize that there is something called "friend updates" that let's us know when you add new pictures?&lt;br /&gt;3. Get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if you are one of these people. You should know how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; you are. If you don't get comments on the 75 pictures you just put up of your new hair cut, do not beg for them. It simply means that people do not care about your haircut, or pictures of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Have a Marvelous Monday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SaLHJtkuaEI/AAAAAAAAAUg/bdovLiEG5nU/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 86px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SaLHJtkuaEI/AAAAAAAAAUg/bdovLiEG5nU/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306022280662247490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-6574523100972694985?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6574523100972694985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=6574523100972694985&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/6574523100972694985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/6574523100972694985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/mondaydreams-chapter-2.html' title='MonDayDreams-Chapter 2'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SaLHJtkuaEI/AAAAAAAAAUg/bdovLiEG5nU/s72-c/signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-8089675306327498064</id><published>2009-02-19T09:01:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:17:42.179-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that can suck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i might be a 6 year old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when i grow up'/><title type='text'>There's Never Any Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZ2Jg8MYjAI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/GPP-EBZKsZU/s1600-h/Saved_By_The_Bell_Bayside_Tigers_Circle_logo-T-link_125_125_88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZ2Jg8MYjAI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/GPP-EBZKsZU/s320/Saved_By_The_Bell_Bayside_Tigers_Circle_logo-T-link_125_125_88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304547135119199234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I hear or say that, it takes me back to an episode of Saved By The Bell. Oh hell yes, the greatest show like, EVER. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, not really, but when you're 9, it's pretty darn awesome. You know the one I'm talking about. Where Jesse is taking caffeine pills to stay awake and study and do everything. You know, where she starts singing..and all of a sudden says, "I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scarrrrrrrrreedddd&lt;/span&gt;!" I love that episode. Go Bayside!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point of this is, I haven't had any time to blog!! I'm not taking caffeine pills or anything like that, but I might start. I think I've mentioned before that I have 2 online classes, Nutrition and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;. And of course I still have my Anatomy class that I go to on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Well, the stupids working at the bookstore sold me the wrong book for my Nutrition class, and, um, hello, I failed my first test with a 59! I was sitting there thinking I must be really incompetent that I can't even pass a test that I have the freaking book to sitting right in front of me. So yea, I found out that I had the wrong book. I don't feel too bad, because this actually happened to a lot of people in my class. Of course there is nothing I can do about that grade because according to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;beeeotch&lt;/span&gt; of a teacher, it's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to really study hard to make up for that horrible grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other oh-so-exciting news, Blue Eyes and I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lampasas&lt;/span&gt; this past weekend to visit my family. My little brother Josh and his friend Shelby flew down for a visit and we had a lot of fun! Cole was there too (my other brother).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got out of a staff meeting, and got some bad news. The GM was telling us that they are going to have to start looking at ways to reduce expenses and the biggest expense is labor, of course. In my mind I was sitting there thinking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"pick me! pick me!"&lt;/span&gt; No, not really. I don't really want to lose my job. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or do I?&lt;/span&gt; Blue Eyes and I have been talking a lot lately about moving away from San Angelo. We would like to move somewhere maybe around the Austin area. I would love to live in Marble Falls. We really just have to see what jobs we can find, and of course, I have to find a school. I told him that we really need to decide what we are doing before May, because June 1 is the deadline for Nursing School. I hope we can figure something out. I think moving is a really good idea for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; peeps, I really do have to get some work done. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;, yea right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your week has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fantabulous&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZ2JujOFX9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/qxBkCv5Zexc/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 86px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZ2JujOFX9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/qxBkCv5Zexc/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304547368933613522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-8089675306327498064?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8089675306327498064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=8089675306327498064&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/8089675306327498064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/8089675306327498064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/theres-never-any-time.html' title='There&apos;s Never Any Time!'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZ2Jg8MYjAI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/GPP-EBZKsZU/s72-c/Saved_By_The_Bell_Bayside_Tigers_Circle_logo-T-link_125_125_88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-2109559535127929694</id><published>2009-02-13T13:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:18:23.200-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays schmolidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZXIhw98cBI/AAAAAAAAAUA/3aR4kzSaUGE/s1600-h/DSCN0521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZXIhw98cBI/AAAAAAAAAUA/3aR4kzSaUGE/s400/DSCN0521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302364618704580626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh Blue Eyes did good. I was totally not expecting flowers, or anything today. Especially after he called me this morning and said, "You do like Daisy's for Valentine's Day, riiiight?" I'm like, "Uhh, no. Tulips. Remember? Remember how I told you I love Tulips, and it's on my blog also?"&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;So come to find out, the little jokester had already bought my Tulips!!! He's so silly. I already told him what I had planned for us for tomorrow, which is us just staying home and grilling steak and shrimp. I was going to make heart shaped cheese cake, but I couldn't find any heart shaped pans!! Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of people hate Valentine's Day. I am not one of those people. There is just something about it that I love. That's it. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZXKzC-XspI/AAAAAAAAAUI/kWB-_LZZyqs/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 86px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZXKzC-XspI/AAAAAAAAAUI/kWB-_LZZyqs/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302367114619237010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-2109559535127929694?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2109559535127929694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=2109559535127929694&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/2109559535127929694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/2109559535127929694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZXIhw98cBI/AAAAAAAAAUA/3aR4kzSaUGE/s72-c/DSCN0521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-5410232941931238965</id><published>2009-02-11T21:53:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:19:03.825-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that can suck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excuses can be fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have nothing better to talk about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i might be a 6 year old'/><title type='text'>I'll Have Mine Well Done, Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZOglWm-k_I/AAAAAAAAATs/Pu0t4Y86Wcw/s1600-h/SexyGirlGrilling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZOglWm-k_I/AAAAAAAAATs/Pu0t4Y86Wcw/s320/SexyGirlGrilling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301757749929874418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo, I caught our dinner on fire tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was told that I was never allowed to touch the grill again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok. I did it on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZOg3ce-NEI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bdTq5eHJuQE/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 86px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZOg3ce-NEI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bdTq5eHJuQE/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301758060744553538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-5410232941931238965?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5410232941931238965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=5410232941931238965&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/5410232941931238965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/5410232941931238965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/ill-have-mine-well-done-please.html' title='I&apos;ll Have Mine Well Done, Please'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZOglWm-k_I/AAAAAAAAATs/Pu0t4Y86Wcw/s72-c/SexyGirlGrilling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-4750894057348836160</id><published>2009-02-11T13:47:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:20:49.676-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that can suck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatty mcfatterson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excuses can be fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this might offend someone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that make my heart sad'/><title type='text'>Failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZMuy-07mZI/AAAAAAAAATc/w-jl5RG7pL0/s1600-h/medical-weight-loss-program.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZMuy-07mZI/AAAAAAAAATc/w-jl5RG7pL0/s320/medical-weight-loss-program.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301632639738550674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a failure!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you will &lt;a href="http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/randomness-and-stuff.html"&gt;recall&lt;/a&gt;, my company started that 6 week weight loss &lt;strike&gt;crap&lt;/strike&gt; totally awesome fundraiser. I am doing HORRIBLE! Let's just discuss how this is going. Every Tuesday morning, I wake up and make sure I have absolutely nothing to eat or drink until I have weighed in. Right before I walk in to weigh, I pee. Because, you know, every ounce counts. The first weigh in was good. I lost .4lbs. Nothing to be real excited about. Second weigh in. Not so good. I gained 1.7lbs. Whoops. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Too many drinks on the River Walk"&lt;/span&gt;, I said. Third weigh in. Son of a beeeeeeep. I gained 1.4lbs. I didn't have an excuse this time. I cannot afford to pay for every damn pound I gain, so I have a new plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bulimia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kidding of course. Eating disorders are not something I would ever joke about. I have a very dear friend who suffered from this and it's really heartbreaking to see any woman resort to it. But, weight loss challenges like this really aren't good for women. I leave that room after I weigh in hating myself more than I did when I went in there. And when I say "hating myself", I don't mean I have suicidal thoughts and want to end my life. I mean, I really hate that I am gaining back the weight that I lost after&lt;a href="http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/sadness.html"&gt; the break-up&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say a big Screw You to chocolate, red meat, chips and sodas. SCREW YOU. You will not get the best of me with your tastiness. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(except if I get candy for v-day. i don't want to waste it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyone have any helpful ideas?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZMyZk1oIoI/AAAAAAAAATk/w78JPHri3NE/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 86px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZMyZk1oIoI/AAAAAAAAATk/w78JPHri3NE/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301636601311928962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-4750894057348836160?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4750894057348836160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=4750894057348836160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4750894057348836160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4750894057348836160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/failure.html' title='Failure'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZMuy-07mZI/AAAAAAAAATc/w-jl5RG7pL0/s72-c/medical-weight-loss-program.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-3091039190852619294</id><published>2009-02-10T20:02:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:21:51.080-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have nothing better to talk about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishing-my anti drug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when i grow up'/><title type='text'>We Are Blowing Away!</title><content type='html'>Why hello lovely's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sooo windy here in West Texas tonight. I literally almost blew right off the road on my way home from school. Speaking of school..I made a 93 on my Anatomy test! Hell's Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the weather has been pretty nice on the weekends and you know what that means don't you? No? Ok...I'll tell you! Camping and fishing time! This past weekend we went fishing but we only stayed for about 15 minutes because the darn wind was blowing so hard! Needless to say, we caught nuffing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are doing what we do best. Being tards! (please ignore my horrific hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZIzrRYGNkI/AAAAAAAAATE/4PQUEC2skMc/s1600-h/DSCN0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZIzrRYGNkI/AAAAAAAAATE/4PQUEC2skMc/s320/DSCN0514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301356529860359746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the sexy Blue Eyes getting my fishing pole ready. Because, you know, I don't do that....especially when there is stinky bait to touch. EWWW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZIz89UZVcI/AAAAAAAAATM/41GZVr_Gd3M/s1600-h/DSCN0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZIz89UZVcI/AAAAAAAAATM/41GZVr_Gd3M/s320/DSCN0503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301356833713771970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I forget, please visit &lt;a href="http://www.puppywigs.blogspot.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; blog! If you need a laugh, or just like to be silly like me, then go there! NOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a more eventful Tuesday than I did!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZI0eq35riI/AAAAAAAAATU/aL-q5FkBHMY/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 86px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZI0eq35riI/AAAAAAAAATU/aL-q5FkBHMY/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301357412877970978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-3091039190852619294?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3091039190852619294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=3091039190852619294&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/3091039190852619294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/3091039190852619294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-hello-lovelys-it-is-sooo-windy-here.html' title='We Are Blowing Away!'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZIzrRYGNkI/AAAAAAAAATE/4PQUEC2skMc/s72-c/DSCN0514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-5198282908030943832</id><published>2009-02-09T13:49:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:22:40.612-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that can suck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this might offend someone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that make my heart sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mondaydreams'/><title type='text'>MonDayDreams- Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>Well it's Monday. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hooo rah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's usually consist of me doing the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;NADA.&lt;br /&gt;ZIP.&lt;br /&gt;ZILCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't really start "working" until Wednesday afternoon. What? I'm just being honest here. So, while I was sitting at my desk, pretending to work, I was thinking about when I was in Junior High. That was only, oh...15 years ago. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I just had to take a minute to stop and realize just how old I am. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhooters. Junior High. The worst time of my LIFE. I don't want to toot my own horn or anything &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(toot, toot!)&lt;/span&gt; but I was popular. I was cute. I was friendly. I had an older boyfriend. I was in the 6th grade, and he was in the 8th grade and it was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big deal&lt;/span&gt;! So apparently, the older girls hated me for this and they wanted to make sure that every day of my 6th grade year was the most miserable, dreadful thing for me. Let's just say they did a very, very good job at this. For anyone that really knows me, they know that I am honestly a very sweet girl, and I just want to be liked! I hate confrontation more than anything because I'm a huge baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning before class started, all the students stood outside by the Art room. My Mom would drop me off, and I would look around to see if the evil beeotches were anywhere near. If they were, I would walk in the complete opposite direction of where they were standing and I would try so hard to hurry so they couldn't see me. They always did though. They would yell mean things at me and I had to act like I couldn't hear them. If they saw me in the hall, they would push me or stare me down. I tried to be nice to them. I smiled but that usually resulted in a "What the %$#@ are you looking at?!?!?!" I also played softball and the mean horrible girls played too. Thankfully, they were not on my team. I was better than them, and they knew it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(toot, toot)&lt;/span&gt; After one game, the meanest girl out of the group walked past me and punched me in the arm leaving a very pretty bruise. This is when my Mom decided it was time to talk to the girls' parents and the principal. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I. Was. Mortified.&lt;/span&gt; Having my Mom do this helped not one bit. It actually made it worse. What did help was me no longer being with my older boyfriend. This is the time in my life when I realized most girls were jealous, catty and for the most part down right mean. The sad thing is that it should have ended in Junior High. But look around you. How many of these girls are still walking around today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZCVADtgd1I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Y7FV46Q6Aok/s1600-h/bullies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZCVADtgd1I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Y7FV46Q6Aok/s200/bullies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300900589643790162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wonder if those girls ever think about how ridiculously mean they were to me? Probably not, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now this begins Chapter 1 of Breezy's "MonDayDreams" (get it? Monday Daydreams..thank you B.E. for that clever little play on words). Stay tuned..next Monday is a whole new daydream!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is your Monday going???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZCUQV_-DtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ObVlchvmug8/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 86px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZCUQV_-DtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ObVlchvmug8/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300899769919344338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-5198282908030943832?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5198282908030943832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=5198282908030943832&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/5198282908030943832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/5198282908030943832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/mondaydreams-chapter-1.html' title='MonDayDreams- Chapter 1'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SZCVADtgd1I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Y7FV46Q6Aok/s72-c/bullies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-4647327505344852124</id><published>2009-02-06T09:10:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:23:35.934-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have nothing better to talk about'/><title type='text'>Everyone Else Is Doing It</title><content type='html'>First of all, I must tell you how excited I am about &lt;a href="http://hollywoodinsider.ew.com/2008/07/sex-and-the-cit.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;!! Love it!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, anyhooters. I have seen this going around for sometime now, and since I want to be just like the cool kids, I decided to do it as well. So peeps, here's 25 random facts about Breezy, that I know you were dying to find out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numeral uno:&lt;/span&gt; I have titanium rods in my left arm and staples in my right arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numeral dos:&lt;/span&gt; I talk with a lisp thoughout the day because I like how it sounds. I don't have a speech impediment, I just like to be silly like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numeral tres:&lt;/span&gt; I hate my body with a passion and I self-hate all the time. I'm working on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numeral quatro:&lt;/span&gt; I over analyze things. Ok, everything. I over analyze everything. Badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numeral cinco:&lt;/span&gt; I stare at my boyfriend when he sleeps because he is really cute. I promise, he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numeral seis:&lt;/span&gt; I hold my feelings in for far too long and then all at once they explode everywhere like diarrhea (of the mouth, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numeral siete:&lt;/span&gt; My favorite flower is a tulip. I don't care what color it is, I just love tulips. LOVE them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numeral ocho:&lt;/span&gt; I can't wait to be a mommy and have my own little family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numeral nueve:&lt;/span&gt; I love when someone plays with my hair and could literally sit still for hours while they do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numeral diez:&lt;/span&gt; When I was in elementary school, I was the fastest kid in my entire class and could beat the fastest boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numeral once:&lt;/span&gt; Really weird things happen to me that most people have never heard of. Examples: &lt;a href="http://www.bellspalsy.ws/"&gt;Bell's Palsy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.medicinenet.com/raynauds_phenomenon/article.htm"&gt;Raynaud's Phenomenon&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.4woman.gov/faq/polycystic-ovary-syndrome.cfm"&gt;Polycystic Ovary Syndrome.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numeral doce:&lt;/span&gt; I filmed an episode for Dr.90210, but it didn't air. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numeral trece:&lt;/span&gt; My little brother is gay and I get extremely offended when people make hateful comments about others for no reason at all. I love him sooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numeral catorce:&lt;/span&gt; Water is my favorite drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numeral quince:&lt;/span&gt; I am a hopeless romantic and expect my boyfriend to plan cute, little romantic things for us. Or to write me a love note. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numeral dieciseis:&lt;/span&gt; I love Blue Eyes' hands even if they are dirty a lot because it means he works hard. And they are big which equals sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numeral diecisiete:&lt;/span&gt; I usually smell my food before I eat it. Just to make sure it doesn't smell funky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numeral dieciocho:&lt;/span&gt; I take my shower at night so I can "sleep in" and then I look like crap with no make-up on and I self-hate on myself all day at work. It's never-ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numeral diecinueve:&lt;/span&gt; I always sing, loudly, even though I can't sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numeral veinte:&lt;/span&gt; I dance in the kitchen when no one is home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numeral veintiuno:&lt;/span&gt; When I was little, I had a slip-n-slide, and I got a rock stuck under my knee and had to have stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numeral veintidos:&lt;/span&gt; I can't tell what color my eyes are most days. Blue? Green? Bluish Greenish? I don't know. So I just say green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numeral veintitres:&lt;/span&gt; I hate talking on the phone and would much rather text. Maybe it was the 4 years working at a call center that did that to me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numeral veinticuatro:&lt;/span&gt; I am a very, very passionate person about things I believe in. I love very passionately and would do anything for the people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numeral veinticinco:&lt;/span&gt; I do not know Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Friday and a wonderful weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SYxyDCI3zHI/AAAAAAAAASs/c24alPX_iUE/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 86px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SYxyDCI3zHI/AAAAAAAAASs/c24alPX_iUE/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299736257947487346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-4647327505344852124?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4647327505344852124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=4647327505344852124&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4647327505344852124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4647327505344852124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/everyone-else-is-doing-it.html' title='Everyone Else Is Doing It'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SYxyDCI3zHI/AAAAAAAAASs/c24alPX_iUE/s72-c/signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-7119548907960728678</id><published>2009-02-05T14:45:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:24:27.858-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that can suck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have nothing better to talk about'/><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>I have just spent half the day re-doing my blog. I messed it up and had some really weird link on it and I could NOT figure it out! I finally uploaded a new layout and it fixed it. That was really frustrating me! I think I'm getting sick! YUCK. The left side of my throat has been hurting, but not in a strep-throat kind of way. My lymp nodes feel swollen and tender. I really don't want to get sick!! Oh good. I just found out B.E. invited someone over for dinner. That will make me feel SOO much better. He knew I didn't feel good. Guys don't think like us girls do. Why? Because we are smart. I'm going to try really hard and not let my inner bitch come out. That's sort of hard for me though. I have finally come to terms with the fact that I am, indeed, somewhat of a bitch. Oh well. I can be sweet too, sometimes. But who says you have to be sweet and lovely all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SYtVxQ69yoI/AAAAAAAAASU/qvPuta2Fxns/s1600-h/Queen+Bitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SYtVxQ69yoI/AAAAAAAAASU/qvPuta2Fxns/s200/Queen+Bitch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299423691375757954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SYxxuCdbgYI/AAAAAAAAASk/t92UB90zO4o/s1600-h/signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 86px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SYxxuCdbgYI/AAAAAAAAASk/t92UB90zO4o/s200/signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299735897256460674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-7119548907960728678?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7119548907960728678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=7119548907960728678&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/7119548907960728678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/7119548907960728678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SYtVxQ69yoI/AAAAAAAAASU/qvPuta2Fxns/s72-c/Queen+Bitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-8122960880158252851</id><published>2009-02-04T11:04:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:25:53.786-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures are awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that can suck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people really irritate me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this might offend someone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when i grow up'/><title type='text'>Uh, doi</title><content type='html'>Last night I had my Anatomy lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. Gawd. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(my signature phrase, btw) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure the teacher was at least 3 years younger than me and she was STOOOOOOOOPID. That made me sound really mean. But seriously. My lab partners and I could not stop laughing because this chick had no clue as to what was going on. We had just come from our lecture, where the teacher is very smart, put together and....surprise, surprise, TEACHES US SOMETHING. So, going into this class we were all just a little bit, hmm, I don't even know the word to use. To top it off, she had hurt her knee, and she was limping like crazy. Limp-walking across one side of the room to the other looking for supplies for us to do experiments and I'm sorry, but it was cracking me up! We only go to lab once a week and we have a test next Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were asking her, "What is going to be on our test, becasue we haven't really learned anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Yea, I'm not really sure. I mean, probably this, and maybe that, but I'm not sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. OK? I'm just going to go ahead and plan on making a 15 on the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoodle. Not too much else to report on so here's a picture of &lt;a href="http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-i-am-so-bad-at-this.html"&gt;the new whip&lt;/a&gt;, and me and Blue Eyes at the &lt;a href="http://www.thesanantonioriverwalk.com/"&gt;River Walk in San Antonio&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hump Day &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(from Texas, of course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SYnNDn6lV1I/AAAAAAAAARU/ARuJ-kT4AHo/s1600-h/DSCN0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SYnNDn6lV1I/AAAAAAAAARU/ARuJ-kT4AHo/s320/DSCN0488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298991898716100434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SYnQJNXaEUI/AAAAAAAAARc/OOdjeVlt-QQ/s1600-h/DSCN0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SYnQJNXaEUI/AAAAAAAAARc/OOdjeVlt-QQ/s320/DSCN0465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298995293203337538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SYnQcLggGcI/AAAAAAAAARk/n7A48l2-w8s/s1600-h/DSCN0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SYnQcLggGcI/AAAAAAAAARk/n7A48l2-w8s/s320/DSCN0466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298995619122125250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SYnRknNxRcI/AAAAAAAAARs/IKq75_K-MmE/s1600-h/DSCN0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SYnRknNxRcI/AAAAAAAAARs/IKq75_K-MmE/s320/DSCN0470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298996863510332866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SYnSRAGTF1I/AAAAAAAAAR0/VUw7RY8rC3M/s1600-h/DSCN0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SYnSRAGTF1I/AAAAAAAAAR0/VUw7RY8rC3M/s320/DSCN0482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298997626104125266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-8122960880158252851?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8122960880158252851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=8122960880158252851&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/8122960880158252851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/8122960880158252851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/uh-doi.html' title='Uh, doi'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SYnNDn6lV1I/AAAAAAAAARU/ARuJ-kT4AHo/s72-c/DSCN0488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-909570298387357931</id><published>2009-02-03T11:38:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:27:14.537-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have nothing better to talk about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays schmolidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='besties'/><title type='text'>Look Who Got A New Whip?!?!</title><content type='html'>First...I was tagged...twice...but I'm not at home to look in my picture folder, so I'm just going to do one of them!! Here it goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Five names you go by:&lt;br /&gt;1. Briana&lt;br /&gt;2.Breezy&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EZ&lt;/span&gt; Breezy&lt;br /&gt;4. Bree&lt;br /&gt;5. Banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Three things you are wearing right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. jeans&lt;br /&gt;2. flip flops&lt;br /&gt;3. jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Two things you want very badly at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;1. pedicure&lt;br /&gt;2. massage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Two things you did last night:&lt;br /&gt;1. made chicken tacos&lt;br /&gt;2. studied for my test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Two things you ate today:&lt;br /&gt;1. carnation instant breakfast drink&lt;br /&gt;2. water (i haven't eaten!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Two people you last talked to on the phone&lt;br /&gt;1. Brandon (aka Blue Eyes)&lt;br /&gt;2. a customer at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Two things you are going to do tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;1. work&lt;br /&gt;2. hang out with my other half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Two longest car rides:&lt;br /&gt;1. Wisconsin when I was little&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lampasas&lt;/span&gt; to New Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Two of your favorite beverages:&lt;br /&gt;1. water&lt;br /&gt;2. sunny d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. The people you’d like to tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;....I don't think anyone reads my blog so I'm not tagging anyone :)&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I love to blog. I love to read blogs. But for some reason, I don't ever make time to blog!! I have been pretty busy over the past few days. With school and work, I'm not left with a whole lot of extra time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy because Blue Eyes and I bought a new car! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(or a whip, as he calls it)&lt;/span&gt; We got a 2008 Black Trail Blazer and I love it! So for our first road trip we went to San Antonio on Saturday to the River Walk. We were only planning on spending the day there and then coming back that night, but Blue Eyes' Dad offered to get us a hotel ON the River Walk and it was so much fun! We walked around, had a drink at some British Pub called Mad Dogs&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(where I swear our server was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tranny&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and then we went to Joe's Crab Shack and had more drinks and food. After we spent all of our money :/ &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(whoops)&lt;/span&gt;...we went back to our room on the 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; floor and decided to go down to the 3rd floor to the hot tub and pool. It was pretty chilly out, but we got in the pool anyway!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BRRR&lt;/span&gt;!! The hot tub felt really good and we were in bed by 11. Sad. We were tired from driving all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my first Anatomy test &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tonite&lt;/span&gt;, and B.E. helped me study last night. That was fun. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;. I think I'll have to study alone because we can't seem to get anything done without making jokes. Thank you for helping me B.E.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's is coming up and I LOVE that day! I know some people don't but I really just love everything about Valentine's Day. I'm not expecting a present or anything but I still really love the day. Honestly, I love just getting a card, because that means a lot more to me. Your significant other actually has to read the cards and pick one that's best for you, and I like that. It takes a little time, but it's worth it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(i also love tulips, massages, and pedicures..hint..hint..hint...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I better start studying some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! If anyone loves cupcakes like I do, check&lt;a href="http://www.mysweetandsaucy.com/2009/01/valentinesdaycupackes/"&gt; this &lt;/a&gt;out!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; CUTE!! Thanks to "Friend" for sending me that link! If our careers don't work out, we might go into the cupcake business. FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i was going to post pics of the new whip, but it got too late...maybe tomorrow?!?!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-909570298387357931?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/909570298387357931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=909570298387357931&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/909570298387357931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/909570298387357931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-i-am-so-bad-at-this.html' title='Look Who Got A New Whip?!?!'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-4381530581533101421</id><published>2009-01-20T09:44:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:27:59.733-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatty mcfatterson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when i grow up'/><title type='text'>Randomness and Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note: I can see all of you looking at my blog..why don't you ever leave me comments?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My company has decided to have a weight loss challenge. Hells Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes a little something like this: We start today, and it ends March 3. 6 weeks. Not too bad. The entry fee is $10.00 and we weigh in every Tuesday. For every pound you gain, you pay $1.00. For every weigh-in you miss, you pay $1.00. The person that loses the most weight wins half of the entry money, and the other half goes to &lt;a href="http://www.relayforlife.org/relay/"&gt;Relay for Life&lt;/a&gt;. The money that is collected for missed weigh-ins and gaining weight also goes to Relay for Life. So it's for a really good cause, and I think it will help me to lose more weight if I know someone is weighing me every week. They post our names out in the hall but NOT with our weight. Only if we have gained or lost any weight. I do not want to pay anything, so I'm hoping to not gain at all. Or miss any weigh-ins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have any ideas on how to lose the most weight in a week? I think I can pull off losing 12 pounds in a week. I've done it before, so it shouldn't be too hard. Give me any ideas you may have PLEASE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start school again today. I have Anatomy on Tuesdays and Thursdays and then I have Psychology and Nutrition online. I will be busy, busy. I need all A's!!! Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with Blue Eyes gets better every single day. He loves me, and he tells me all the time. This is exactly what I have waited for and wanted out of a relationship for a very long time. If you want to tell someone you love them, then tell them! Don't assume they know. I love him. I love him. I love him. He is so perfect for me. And I'm perfect for him. He is my other half.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-4381530581533101421?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4381530581533101421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=4381530581533101421&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4381530581533101421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4381530581533101421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/randomness-and-stuff.html' title='Randomness and Stuff'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-7901087428342674696</id><published>2009-01-14T21:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:28:40.786-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have nothing better to talk about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this might offend someone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let&apos;s save some money'/><title type='text'>Saving Money...Take 2</title><content type='html'>You may remember me talking about how me and blue eyes are trying to save money. Remember, when I gave myself a &lt;a href="http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/nice-stache.html"&gt;pimple mustache&lt;/a&gt;? OK. Well. In another effort to save, he has decided to start giving himself a haircut. And this is what blue eyes did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SW60PBAbdWI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jhLnebGcEFg/s1600-h/DSCN0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SW60PBAbdWI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jhLnebGcEFg/s400/DSCN0458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291364782268183906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gosh. How do you not love THAT?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-7901087428342674696?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7901087428342674696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=7901087428342674696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/7901087428342674696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/7901087428342674696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/saving-moneytake-2.html' title='Saving Money...Take 2'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SW60PBAbdWI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jhLnebGcEFg/s72-c/DSCN0458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-6146489611030731261</id><published>2009-01-08T08:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:29:22.958-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have nothing better to talk about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Busted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SWYUl9DMgHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/oIzV-ros3DQ/s1600-h/chem+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SWYUl9DMgHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/oIzV-ros3DQ/s200/chem+love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288937454668906610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhhh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue eyes found my blog. I knew I should have cleared the history on his computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, now he really knows how much I love him. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(like he didn't already know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm sure he will be reading this now. And if you are Mister, I love you, and you make me the happiest girl alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-6146489611030731261?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6146489611030731261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=6146489611030731261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/6146489611030731261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/6146489611030731261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/busted.html' title='Busted'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SWYUl9DMgHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/oIzV-ros3DQ/s72-c/chem+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-7623647298557917530</id><published>2009-01-06T19:53:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:30:14.297-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures are awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remodeling the casa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have nothing better to talk about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A Picture Post</title><content type='html'>Before I post some pictures, I would like to share with everyone two things that were said to me tonight by my sweet, sweet boyfriend/soul mate. That's right, I said it. SOUL MATE......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "You do everything perfect."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I don't know about perfect."&lt;br /&gt;Him: "No one else may think so, but I do."&lt;br /&gt;AWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "For what?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "For being my world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He treats me so awesome, and I am so thankful to have him in my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, on to some pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My jewelry box he bought me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SWQhYpnw6tI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/BjUnQKL10kE/s1600-h/DSCN0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SWQhYpnw6tI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/BjUnQKL10kE/s320/DSCN0440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288388569813019346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on the kitchen cabinets...what a mess!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SWQiMrvGF_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/NZRAAfvWivo/s1600-h/DSCN0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SWQiMrvGF_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/NZRAAfvWivo/s320/DSCN0399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288389463733835762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking good!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SWQigQqTBLI/AAAAAAAAAPo/lVLTaYHHHus/s1600-h/DSCN0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SWQigQqTBLI/AAAAAAAAAPo/lVLTaYHHHus/s320/DSCN0401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288389800063337650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we kept all our dishes!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SWQitYcd_lI/AAAAAAAAAPw/1G5mLcL8Qo8/s1600-h/DSCN0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SWQitYcd_lI/AAAAAAAAAPw/1G5mLcL8Qo8/s320/DSCN0405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288390025491119698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They turned out so pretty!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SWQi9CX-rJI/AAAAAAAAAP4/gLwtUfXHIZ0/s1600-h/DSCN0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SWQi9CX-rJI/AAAAAAAAAP4/gLwtUfXHIZ0/s320/DSCN0414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288390294444616850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute boy!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SWQjK03GvHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/wGRtbdv3Ftg/s1600-h/DSCN0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SWQjK03GvHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/wGRtbdv3Ftg/s320/DSCN0410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288390531335240818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was his birfday!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SWQjXi3xhDI/AAAAAAAAAQI/lENHl3JOpO4/s1600-h/DSCN0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SWQjXi3xhDI/AAAAAAAAAQI/lENHl3JOpO4/s320/DSCN0428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288390749844505650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so silly&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SWQjmo7txxI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/J9FxdS7wSvU/s1600-h/DSCN0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SWQjmo7txxI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/J9FxdS7wSvU/s320/DSCN0430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288391009169688338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chef Boshears made a pecan pie all by himself!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SWQj5AR_o4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/6mRmbY9gH1o/s1600-h/DSCN0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SWQj5AR_o4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/6mRmbY9gH1o/s320/DSCN0441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288391324674794370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-7623647298557917530?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7623647298557917530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=7623647298557917530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/7623647298557917530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/7623647298557917530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/picture-post.html' title='A Picture Post'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SWQhYpnw6tI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/BjUnQKL10kE/s72-c/DSCN0440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-9199160425800807089</id><published>2009-01-05T08:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:30:52.883-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that can suck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let&apos;s save some money'/><title type='text'>Nice 'Stache!</title><content type='html'>So...in an effort for me and Brandon to start saving money, I started with something that I probably shouldn't have. Waxing my own face........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have given myself a pimple mustache, if you will. Damn sensitive skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be posting pictures of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT what I WILL be posting pictures of is our kitchen that is being remodeled by my wonderfully awesome boyfriend. They will be posted later when I'm not at work. Speaking of work.....everyone is back from the Holidays and it's time to start acting like I'm working again. Shooooot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Monday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-9199160425800807089?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9199160425800807089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=9199160425800807089&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/9199160425800807089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/9199160425800807089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/nice-stache.html' title='Nice &apos;Stache!'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-6001814899300462248</id><published>2009-01-02T11:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:31:35.571-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures are awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays schmolidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Happy 2009!!</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to say "HAPPY 2009!" I hope everyone's year is an awesome one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love black and white pictures. Something about this picture really just tells a story. Does that sound so corny or what? Oh well. I don't care. I love this picture and you can tell how much I love this boy by the way I'm looking at him. Please stop rolling your eyes at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SV5T3gohsWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/xh4S3DLG2o4/s1600-h/DSCN0209-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SV5T3gohsWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/xh4S3DLG2o4/s320/DSCN0209-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286755225697366370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-6001814899300462248?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6001814899300462248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=6001814899300462248&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/6001814899300462248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/6001814899300462248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-2009.html' title='Happy 2009!!'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SV5T3gohsWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/xh4S3DLG2o4/s72-c/DSCN0209-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-1445855846398315875</id><published>2008-12-23T13:13:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:32:38.967-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures are awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays schmolidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='besties'/><title type='text'>That Time Of Year Again</title><content type='html'>So this last weekend, Brandon and I went to my parents' to celebrate Christmas with my Dad's side of the family. We had lots of fun! I also turned 27 on Sunday and my Mom made a really good lunch and we had CUPCAKES!! I got to see my little Rowdy and he was as sweet as ever! OH and I almost forgot, I need to say hello to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;DANA OGLESBY&lt;/span&gt;!!! My BFF reads my blog now! YEHAW!! Also, me and Brandon did NOT mean to match our shirts. It just happened that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SVE9gkVev-I/AAAAAAAAANw/9pEi6338HFk/s1600-h/DSCN0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SVE9gkVev-I/AAAAAAAAANw/9pEi6338HFk/s200/DSCN0163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283071467601182690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SVE-NyL-j_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/gWtLWOnqhJ0/s1600-h/DSCN0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SVE-NyL-j_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/gWtLWOnqhJ0/s200/DSCN0180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283072244413534194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SVE-a4VS7ZI/AAAAAAAAAOA/EaOUC-w9IuM/s1600-h/DSCN0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SVE-a4VS7ZI/AAAAAAAAAOA/EaOUC-w9IuM/s200/DSCN0194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283072469401529746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SVE-xMzF_HI/AAAAAAAAAOI/TZcHNcsy8a0/s1600-h/DSCN0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SVE-xMzF_HI/AAAAAAAAAOI/TZcHNcsy8a0/s200/DSCN0189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283072852852341874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SVE_TNTitnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yFoJdczcUIk/s1600-h/DSCN0195-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SVE_TNTitnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yFoJdczcUIk/s200/DSCN0195-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283073437103994482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SVE_eDQW_SI/AAAAAAAAAOY/qKbRMIKeXbA/s1600-h/DSCN0209-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SVE_eDQW_SI/AAAAAAAAAOY/qKbRMIKeXbA/s200/DSCN0209-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283073623384849698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SVE_shmJ5qI/AAAAAAAAAOg/fVqH8-SWANA/s1600-h/DSCN0214-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SVE_shmJ5qI/AAAAAAAAAOg/fVqH8-SWANA/s200/DSCN0214-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283073872047498914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SVE_3zENMqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/YyUMG5AH3dI/s1600-h/DSCN0217-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 75px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SVE_3zENMqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/YyUMG5AH3dI/s200/DSCN0217-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283074065715507874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-1445855846398315875?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1445855846398315875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=1445855846398315875&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/1445855846398315875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/1445855846398315875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/that-time-of-year-again.html' title='That Time Of Year Again'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SVE9gkVev-I/AAAAAAAAANw/9pEi6338HFk/s72-c/DSCN0163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-4651963011291872945</id><published>2008-12-17T23:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:33:07.941-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures are awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have nothing better to talk about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love Him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SUngB5FBDoI/AAAAAAAAANI/Wgzn54YIXyg/s1600-h/DSCN0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SUngB5FBDoI/AAAAAAAAANI/Wgzn54YIXyg/s400/DSCN0111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280998361174969986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-4651963011291872945?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4651963011291872945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=4651963011291872945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4651963011291872945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4651963011291872945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-him.html' title='Love Him.'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SUngB5FBDoI/AAAAAAAAANI/Wgzn54YIXyg/s72-c/DSCN0111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-4009138023388202636</id><published>2008-12-17T09:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:33:55.245-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures are awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays schmolidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>Well hello there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy to be back blogging for my 1 reader (yes, Ashley, that's you!). I have been so busy that I never have time to blog or do much of anything else. A lot has happened since I last posted. My roommate Brandon and I are officially together, so I guess I won't have to refer to him as my roommate anymore. I'm sure some people might think, "Gosh, she moves fast." But I really don't care what people think, because I'm freaking HAPPY!!!! We have been really good friends for about 10 months now and after I moved in with him and our other roommate, we just realized how much we liked each other. We are in love. He is so awesome and I love spending every moment I can with him. We are always laughing and loving on each other and I just LOVE him! He is so considerate and he treats me so great, just like I should be treated! And he has the prettiest blue eyes ever! Ok, are you done throwing up? HAHA....  We are going to my parent's again this weekend for Christmas with my Dad's side of the family. OHHH and...he bought me a new camera for Christmas!! I love it! It's purple and I will post a picture of him at the end of this post that I took with my new camera!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another exciting thing to happen? Our roommate moved out yesterday. Thank GOODNESS!!! Things were not working out with him living with us and it is already better without him. After he snorted a muscle relaxer up his nose, I knew something was not right with this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birfday is Sunday. I'm turning 27 and I feel a little bit old. Sad. I also get to see my baby brother Joshie in 7 days!!! Can't wait!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case I don't post again, I hope everyone has a great Christmas. And by everyone, I mean Ashley, because I'm 99% sure she is my only reader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                             XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SUkdFaoJs1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/mC6WoHHX8yk/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SUkdFaoJs1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/mC6WoHHX8yk/s320/New+Image.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280784016952898386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-4009138023388202636?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4009138023388202636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=4009138023388202636&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4009138023388202636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4009138023388202636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SUkdFaoJs1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/mC6WoHHX8yk/s72-c/New+Image.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-296811098675680051</id><published>2008-12-07T18:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:35:02.976-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures are awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that can suck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people really irritate me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this might offend someone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i might be a 6 year old'/><title type='text'>Chola Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have probably already seen the picture at the bottom of this post. So now is the time to explain why I would ever make myself look like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night. Brandon and I had to drive to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Eldorado&lt;/span&gt; because one of our towers were having problems and he's on call and since I'm awesome, I get to ride with him. So anyway. After he puts a magical spell on the tower, we start heading out of town. He wants to stop and put gas in the truck and we decide we need snacks for the 45 minute trip back to Angelo. So to the Shell Gas Station we go. After standing in line for 5 minutes, because truly, cash registers are THAT hard to operate, Brandon decides to go back out to the truck while I wait and pay for said snacks. I'm just going to go ahead and assume it was this girls first day at work-ANYWHERE, because she could not figure anything out on the register. So it's finally my turn to pay. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*oh good*&lt;/span&gt; I think to myself, because I have a new cash register girl. She must have been on break. Here is where I lose it. I look up at this girl, and oh dear LORD, her MAKEUP is horrific. I am not exaggerating with how I did my makeup in the below picture, because this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;EXACTLY&lt;/span&gt; how she looked. Only, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hers&lt;/span&gt; was way darker and way uglier, if that is even possible. Wait, I lied. I didn't have any white eyeshadow to go right underneath my eyebrows, so mine doesn't look exactly like hers, but you get it. Also, I was laughing so hard while applying this crap that I couldn't do a very good job. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry, girl who works in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Eldorado&lt;/span&gt; Texas at the Shell Gas Station. Your makeup looks terrible. Why would you even walk out of your house looking like that in the morning? You should be ashamed of yourself. And that's all I have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/STxy_Df7sBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/G44xiqxLWVM/s1600-h/DSC03070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/STxy_Df7sBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/G44xiqxLWVM/s400/DSC03070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277219290967945234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P.S. I color my eyebrows in everyday, so I am in no way trying to offend anyone. But this girl was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;rediculous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-296811098675680051?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/296811098675680051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=296811098675680051&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/296811098675680051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/296811098675680051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/chola-power.html' title='Chola Power'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/STxy_Df7sBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/G44xiqxLWVM/s72-c/DSC03070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-1111379074464056163</id><published>2008-11-28T09:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:35:52.059-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatty mcfatterson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays schmolidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I'm Stuffed</title><content type='html'>The day after Thanksgiving really STINKS! Not only do I have to work-gross....but, I always feel like I gained five pounds in one sitting. Oh well, I'll just have to work out extra hard next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Thanksgiving was good. I got to see my family and ROWDY!!! I don't remember if I ever posted about this or not, but Rowdy lives with my parents now. He is so happy there. It broke my heart to see him though, because I really miss him a lot! He slept with me when I was there and I just loved on him so much. I'll get to spend more time with him at Christmas, and I can't wait! Brandon went home with me for Thanksgiving so that was fun. My parents like him A LOT! He and my Dad were sitting on the couch talking and I have never heard some of the stories my Dad was telling him about all his old trucks that he has had. My Dad does not usually sit and talk and tell stories to anyone, so I know he really likes him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to Abilene tonight to take my brother something we brought back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lampasas&lt;/span&gt; for him. I'm so glad it's Friday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other exciting news I've lost 20 pounds since leaving the "ex". Oh yes. It's amazing what NOT sitting around watching TV every night will do for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-1111379074464056163?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1111379074464056163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=1111379074464056163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/1111379074464056163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/1111379074464056163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-stuffed.html' title='I&apos;m Stuffed'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-4277443042904439052</id><published>2008-11-21T08:40:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:36:55.855-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays schmolidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i might be a 6 year old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Domestic Goddess-I Get's It From My Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SSbaf_fBaRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/8ey5QgCD6v4/s1600-h/turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SSbaf_fBaRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/8ey5QgCD6v4/s400/turkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271140657036093714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I planned a Thanksgiving Dinner Pot Luck at my work for today. And because I am exactly like my mom, I HAD to sign up to bring the most complicated item-TURKEY!!! I don't know what it is about us. Maybe we have to show off our awesome culinary skills? Maybe we are insane? I'm not real sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anyturkeyway&lt;/span&gt;. I set my alarm for 2:00am. Yes, you are reading that correctly. 2am. At 1:40am I awake in a panic, thinking that I have overslept and wondering how in the world I'm going to cook at 14lb turkey by 8am. After I looked at my clock and realized I had not overslept, I very slowly got out of bed. Hardwood floors are so cold in the morning. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BRRR&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so here I am, in the kitchen that is being torn apart right now because Brandon *blush, giggle, blush* has three home improvement projects going on right now. Half of the cabinets don't have doors, half of the floor is being redone. Silly boy. Tee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;. Oh sorry, off subject. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so.....here I am half asleep carefully cutting open the wrapper on this, *vomit* naked bird. Here is the part I really hate. Pulling out the giblets and the NECK. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;EWWWWW&lt;/span&gt;. So disgusting. I finally get the nasty little naked bird in the roaster and rub garlic and rosemary all over it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mmm&lt;/span&gt;, smells so yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just go ahead and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fast forward&lt;/span&gt;. I got up at 3:30am, 5:00am and 6:00am. I didn't want my bird, who I went ahead and named Frank, to burn or dry out. I also had to cook &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;broccoli&lt;/span&gt; cheese casserole and dinner rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, me tired. I hope everyone likes the turkey. I'm thinking it's going to be the last one I make!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-4277443042904439052?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4277443042904439052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=4277443042904439052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4277443042904439052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4277443042904439052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/domestic-goddess-i-gets-it-from-my-mama.html' title='Domestic Goddess-I Get&apos;s It From My Mama'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SSbaf_fBaRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/8ey5QgCD6v4/s72-c/turkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-3221608481685695720</id><published>2008-11-18T09:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:47:34.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flutters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SSLiP_ExXcI/AAAAAAAAAMg/t4UrY2C_Kh4/s1600-h/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SSLiP_ExXcI/AAAAAAAAAMg/t4UrY2C_Kh4/s400/butterfly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270023278234262978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to go into a lot of details, but after reading my last post, I figured I might as well post something happy. Right now in my life, I am the happiest I have been in a very long time. Someone appreciates me and tells me so. Someone enjoys being with me a lot, and they let me know. (omg, did I just make a rhyme?)&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooters....I have butterflies all the time right now. I can't stop smiling. I am enjoying everyday of my life and it's exciting. It's nice to be able to do things with someone, without them HAVING to bring an entire entourage with us. I am fun enough for this person. Just me. Just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So obviously it's not hard to figure out what I'm talking about. I just don't want to put too many details on here, because what I (we) have going right now is a damn good thing. And I don't want to ruin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever mentioned how much I love to go fishing? I hadn't been for over 4 1/2 years. And now? Now I get to go almost every weekend. He always finds good fishin holes for us!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SSLh4tzTjNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/idKwVgplwOI/s1600-h/FishinFool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SSLh4tzTjNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/idKwVgplwOI/s320/FishinFool.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270022878460611794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;"Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-3221608481685695720?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3221608481685695720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=3221608481685695720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/3221608481685695720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/3221608481685695720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/flutters.html' title='Flutters'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SSLiP_ExXcI/AAAAAAAAAMg/t4UrY2C_Kh4/s72-c/butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-3898051279666251536</id><published>2008-10-22T13:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:32:45.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Wal-Mart Hair Stylist Girl:</title><content type='html'>Please ask me next time before applying some disgusting oily substance on my baby fine hair. Now, before I am able to go to dinner for my roommate's birfday, I must wash my hair AGAIN. But, thank you for the nice trim. At least this time you didn't chop my hair off to the top of my ears like the last Wal-Mart hair cut I had. Normally, I would never go to Wal-Mart to get a hair cut, but, hey, all I needed was a trim and I don't have a whole lotta time, so I just went during lunch today. Besides, Brandon (my roomie) needed a hair cut too, and since he drives me everywhere, I really didn't have a choice. I'm trying to let my hair grow back out so I was really worried she would chop it off. But, thankfully, she did not. I'm really not sure what crap she put on my hair though. It's oily. I didn't have her wash it, because I had to come back to work and I didn't want to pay her extra to dry it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SP9vzPRxV7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/j1GGhIeqp9M/s1600-h/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SP9vzPRxV7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/j1GGhIeqp9M/s400/hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260045815857108914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyhooters.......I got a new toy today!!! Whoo!! I got the cutest flat iron EVER! Not only is it adorable but it works GREAT!!!! The picture is hard to see, but it has really cute gemstones. I'm such a tard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Mike, my other roommates' birfday. Brandon and I are taking him to Red Lobster. I think I won't eat and just drink Pina Coladas. Yea. Sounds like a plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-3898051279666251536?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3898051279666251536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=3898051279666251536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/3898051279666251536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/3898051279666251536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-wal-mart-hair-stylist-girl.html' title='Dear Wal-Mart Hair Stylist Girl:'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SP9vzPRxV7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/j1GGhIeqp9M/s72-c/hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-4891777781786278818</id><published>2008-10-16T15:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:05:37.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout Out To Ashley!</title><content type='html'>Hey there Ashtray....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to call you last Sunday, but, COOL, my phone broke. My NEW phone. So, I'm terribly sorry I didn't get to make it to your casa. I'm going out of town this weekend, and if I get back early Sunday then I will call you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being such a good friend to me. I know we don't get to see each other very often, but we always pick up right where we left off. I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-4891777781786278818?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4891777781786278818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=4891777781786278818&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4891777781786278818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4891777781786278818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/shout-out-to-ashley.html' title='Shout Out To Ashley!'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-5546992808499290413</id><published>2008-10-06T20:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:49:09.206-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have nothing better to talk about'/><title type='text'>I Just Went For A Run...</title><content type='html'>And barfed up my steak and shrimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-5546992808499290413?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5546992808499290413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=5546992808499290413&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/5546992808499290413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/5546992808499290413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-went-for-run.html' title='I Just Went For A Run...'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-4736053788491514715</id><published>2008-10-02T09:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:49:59.599-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that can suck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><title type='text'>Dear Cover Girl......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SOTdgCy_K2I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MHZe5rk4KKw/s1600-h/liner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SOTdgCy_K2I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MHZe5rk4KKw/s400/liner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252566607997119330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate your LineExact Liquid Eyeliner. It erases as it goes on. Is it supposed to do that? No, I didn't think so. It reminds me of coloring with a Sharpie Marker. I am better off going old school and melting my pencil eyeliner with a lighter. I will never use you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-4736053788491514715?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4736053788491514715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=4736053788491514715&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4736053788491514715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4736053788491514715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-cover-girl.html' title='Dear Cover Girl......'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SOTdgCy_K2I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MHZe5rk4KKw/s72-c/liner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-4398547909726125107</id><published>2008-10-01T08:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:44:33.638-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the famous blue eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that make my heart sad'/><title type='text'>It Will Go Away, Right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SOOKpC1TDHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/G8OKiT0BhFU/s1600-h/i+love+you.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SOOKpC1TDHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/G8OKiT0BhFU/s400/i+love+you.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252194028183817330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw Felix yesterday for the first time since we broke up. When I saw him, I instantly remembered the first time I met him. The last 4 1/2 years quickly flashed through my mind and I questioned whether or not I had made the right decision. How do you know for sure? All I could think about was the first time we went out. We went to his cousin's for a party. He held my hand and I was so happy. Then he said the words that I teased him about during our entire relationship. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm ready to kiss you now."&lt;/span&gt; I loved teasing him about that. He would get embarrassed and smile, with his cute dimples showing. I really thought that we would get married one day, and like I told him, if we are really supposed to be together, then we will be. I don't know if a long break is what I need to realize that or not, but I had to try something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both cried and hugged and I can honestly say it was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. When I left, he held up his hand and did the "I love you" sign. He used to do that all the time in the beginning of our relationship. It killed me. I cried all night. I also told him he could have Rowdy. I can't even type that without getting a huge knot in my throat. I love that damn dog so much and I told him he could have him. He said I could see him whenever I want. But what about the fact that he doesn't even know if he is going to stay in San Angelo? I know it's silly, because it's just a dog. But Rowdy isn't JUST a dog to me. Anyway, enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new house is pretty cool. I'm living with my friend Brandon and his friend Mike. We have fun. We laugh A LOT, which is exactly what I need right now. What I don't need? The huge mess in my bedroom because I have no where to put anything! I really hope to have all that cleaned up by this weekend. I also hope to blog everyday, because it does make me feel a little bit better about what's going on in my life right now. So thanks to the 2 or 3 of you reading this. You are probably bored to death, but thank you anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have tears streaming down my cheeks, and every man I work with is acting awkward, trying not to look me in the eyes, I better go. Wait, one more thing. The pain will go away, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-4398547909726125107?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4398547909726125107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=4398547909726125107&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4398547909726125107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4398547909726125107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-will-go-away-right.html' title='It Will Go Away, Right?'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SOOKpC1TDHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/G8OKiT0BhFU/s72-c/i+love+you.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-8535793744347767976</id><published>2008-09-30T10:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:50:17.201-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that can suck it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><title type='text'>Soo, I WON'T Be Famous?</title><content type='html'>Riiight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My episode on Dr.90210 got bumped due to time allocation or some crap like that. Good. Now everyone who I told that I was going to be on it, will think I'm a major tard and a liar. How disappointing. Oh well, I got Botox, lip injections and a facial for FREE so there. Eat that E! Channel. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bitter, party of 1&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I will post pictures of my trip to California since I'm not going to be a major television star. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                              ME being filmed!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SOJGH4C_hhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/piPAVOxAXQk/s1600-h/briana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SOJGH4C_hhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/piPAVOxAXQk/s320/briana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251837216585385490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                        Me and my handsome brother Josh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SOJFFwzWA4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jUqGWyU2u38/s1600-h/joshbrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SOJFFwzWA4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jUqGWyU2u38/s320/joshbrie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251836080769336194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-8535793744347767976?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8535793744347767976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=8535793744347767976&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/8535793744347767976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/8535793744347767976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/soo-i-wont-be-famous.html' title='Soo, I WON&apos;T Be Famous?'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SOJGH4C_hhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/piPAVOxAXQk/s72-c/briana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-4530790499957341824</id><published>2008-09-29T08:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:47:39.860-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that make my heart sad'/><title type='text'>Sadness</title><content type='html'>Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. Time to start blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a very hard day for me. After 4 1/2 years together, I ended my relationship with Felix. For a long time, I haven't been happy, and I knew that this is what I needed to do. Do I miss him? A little bit, yes. Do I think this was the best decision for me, right now in my life? Yes, I do. I feel horrible that I did this to him. I never wanted to hurt him, I just wanted to be happy. I thought it would actually help me to write this, but it has filled my heart back up with sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a great week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 And Felix, if you ever read this again, please know that I love you, and I will always love you. If we are meant to be, we will find our way back to each other again one day.  &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-4530790499957341824?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4530790499957341824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=4530790499957341824&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4530790499957341824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4530790499957341824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/sadness.html' title='Sadness'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-8111060580304130929</id><published>2008-09-12T11:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:48:37.479-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when i grow up'/><title type='text'>One Step Closer</title><content type='html'>....To being able to write prescriptions, that is. HAHA. Not really. But yes, really. Awesome-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strike&gt;applied &lt;/strike&gt;reapplied for admission to Angelo State University this morning. They are probably looking at my application laughing their arses off as I type this. See, I left there, well, I FAILED out OK?!?!?!?!?! *Cries into hands*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was almost 3 years ago, and I am so much more mature and ready for this than I ever have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my extern site from where all I was doing was filing papers and making folders. Yea, so I started at a different place and LOVE it. I get to take patients back and do their vitals! Yesterday, are you ready for this? I gave a lady her pain SHOT! Whooo! Right in the booty. I was so, so nervous! It's weird because at school, I was the one always giving the other students shots and I was never nervous, but this, this made me very nervous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after the first day of me getting to do hands on stuff, I decided that yes, I DO want to continue with school and become an RN. I even want to go further and get my Masters in Nursing and become a Nurse Practitioner. This is a very huge goal for me, but I know that I can do it. It's going to be hard. Very hard. So, anyhooters...in the Spring I have to take &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*gulp*&lt;/span&gt;  Anatomy and Physiology and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*double gulp, gulp*&lt;/span&gt; College Algebra. I think this will be my, hmmm, 4th time taking College Algebra at ASU. Yea, that sounds about right. I know I will do good because I know what I actually want to do with my life now. Do you hear that world? I'M ALMOST 27 YEARS OLD AND I FINALLY KNOW WHAT I WANT TO DO WHEN I GROW UP! Yay me! I only gulped once for Anatomy because I really enjoy it and I've taken it at another school already. Too bad it doesn't transfer! I know that's going to be tough, but oh well. I have to apply to the Nursing program by March and from what I've read and heard, it's pretty tough getting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's where I am in my life right now. Oh, and I'm super happy it's Friday. This has been a very loooong week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a grrrrrreat weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-8111060580304130929?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8111060580304130929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=8111060580304130929&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/8111060580304130929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/8111060580304130929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-step-closer.html' title='One Step Closer'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-46770241300004172</id><published>2008-09-02T14:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:49:35.671-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have nothing better to talk about'/><title type='text'>In A Rut</title><content type='html'>So, I'm having a difficult time finding any words lately. Different things are going on in my life and I have a lot of different emotions going through me right now. The only words I could come up with are some quotes I found today when I was supposed to be "working" and pictures that made me smile. So here ya go! All 2 of you that read my blog. Maybe 3, I think my brother comes here too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"There is only one person that could ever make you happy, and that person is you."&lt;br /&gt;-David Burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The best way to prepare for life is to begin to live."&lt;br /&gt;-Elbert Hubard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our destiny can be examined, but it cannot be justified or totally explained. We are simply here."&lt;br /&gt;-Iris Murdoch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you can imagine it, you can achieve it; if you can dream it, you can become it."&lt;br /&gt;-William Arthur Ward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Three things of life that are most valuable: Love, self-confidence and friends."&lt;br /&gt;-Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It breaks your heart to see that the one you love is happy with someone else, but it's more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with you."&lt;br /&gt;-Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If life gives us rocks, it's our choice whether to build a bridge or a wall."&lt;br /&gt;-Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think the most important thing in life is not money, or material things, but to be happy. It's not about making others happy, it's about finding happiness within yourself. If you aren't happy, what exactly is the point in living?"&lt;br /&gt;-Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SL2eZ2iOxtI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fF_-qhb4glA/s1600-h/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SL2eZ2iOxtI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fF_-qhb4glA/s320/Sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241519708302132946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SL2fNAg4w7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/SCTeeIg2aNU/s1600-h/doggies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SL2fNAg4w7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/SCTeeIg2aNU/s320/doggies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241520587154178994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SL2fxMEYDwI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/B6iehpCX5Uw/s1600-h/3D_Ocean_Beaches_Tropical_Lagoon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SL2fxMEYDwI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/B6iehpCX5Uw/s320/3D_Ocean_Beaches_Tropical_Lagoon1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241521208731111170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SL2ghwSrQrI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8XiOZ44Ewzc/s1600-h/puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SL2ghwSrQrI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8XiOZ44Ewzc/s320/puppy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241522043088487090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I been &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;corny &lt;/span&gt;enough today? Thought so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-46770241300004172?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/46770241300004172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=46770241300004172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/46770241300004172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/46770241300004172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-rut.html' title='In A Rut'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SL2eZ2iOxtI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fF_-qhb4glA/s72-c/Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-4448893707170001159</id><published>2008-08-23T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T18:41:01.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain, Please GO AWAY!!!</title><content type='html'>I am sick of this rain! It makes me so lazy all day long! I know we need it and all but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;geeeeez&lt;/span&gt;. I've been cleaning for what feels like 17 days. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so it was on and off for like 4 hours, but who's really counting? Felix and I haven't decided what we are doing tonight. He's off this weekend and the beast is at his grandparents'. *giggle* My Dad hates that I refer to him as my dog's Grandpa, but he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought.....I would like to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; start referring to Felix as "The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vato&lt;/span&gt; Loco". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Vato&lt;/span&gt; for short. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Anyhooters&lt;/span&gt;, The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Vato&lt;/span&gt; bought me lunch and my favorite flowers yesterday. Tulips. And a nice card. That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Vato&lt;/span&gt; is a pretty swell guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure this is the most boring post ever so I am going to just go ahead and quit now and leave you with a picture of my tulips. Peace out my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;homies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SLCf2gAXe5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/qM2Iz12Vz_U/s1600-h/tulips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SLCf2gAXe5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/qM2Iz12Vz_U/s400/tulips.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237862125285112722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-4448893707170001159?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4448893707170001159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=4448893707170001159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4448893707170001159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4448893707170001159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/rain-rain-please-go-away.html' title='Rain, Rain, Please GO AWAY!!!'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SLCf2gAXe5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/qM2Iz12Vz_U/s72-c/tulips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-2627661807938051629</id><published>2008-08-22T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:50:23.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been one week since I posted something. And that wasn't even a real post. I'm trying to redo my layout. Anyone know where to get a really cute layout for FREE? Because I be PO'. I'm about to go on my lunch break. I think I will spend the rest of the day not working, and looking for a new layout. Yes, that sounds productive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-2627661807938051629?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2627661807938051629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=2627661807938051629&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/2627661807938051629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/2627661807938051629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-week.html' title='One Week'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-5198113702940901677</id><published>2008-08-15T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T20:21:19.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>It's Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooo whoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-5198113702940901677?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5198113702940901677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=5198113702940901677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/5198113702940901677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/5198113702940901677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-5264488665752155008</id><published>2008-08-12T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:16:46.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Cheeks</title><content type='html'>I was finally able to meet Felix's niece, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kylan&lt;/span&gt;, yesterday! You know, she's only 7 months old and I hadn't even seen her yet. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;. She is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; cute! She has the cutest, chubbiest little cheeks and she smiled the entire time they were at our house. She has the biggest grin and two adorable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;teefies&lt;/span&gt;. She is one of the happiest babies I have ever been around, and I can't wait to see her again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SKHwcCECDLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/DWxE57J21Cg/s1600-h/Kylan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SKHwcCECDLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/DWxE57J21Cg/s320/Kylan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233728606362012850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't understand where she gets those sweet cheeks from, Uncle Felix, can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SKHwqpEYZDI/AAAAAAAAAH0/b6z_E7uJaGc/s1600-h/UncleFelix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SKHwqpEYZDI/AAAAAAAAAH0/b6z_E7uJaGc/s320/UncleFelix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233728857350628402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, I also came to the conclusion that there will be no babies in our near future because we have the most jealous dog on the face of the earth. Rowdy was really irritating me yesterday. He was going crazy when we were holding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kylan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is about to be sent to my parents' for a long, long time. My Mom is going to train him to not be such a little son-of-a-biscuit eating bulldog. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must get back to work. This paperwork is not going to do itself, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-5264488665752155008?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5264488665752155008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=5264488665752155008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/5264488665752155008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/5264488665752155008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/sweet-cheeks.html' title='Sweet Cheeks'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SKHwcCECDLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/DWxE57J21Cg/s72-c/Kylan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-183386783787797411</id><published>2008-08-07T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:25:59.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This What It's Going To Be Like?</title><content type='html'>When I have a kid? Picking up all their crap, only for them to come in 5 minutes later and drag all of it back out? I pick up Rowdy's toys and he just takes them out of his bed and leaves them everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have anything to blog about. I'm so boring. Maybe something cool will happen soon and I will be interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, the beast is begging to come back in. Gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-183386783787797411?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/183386783787797411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=183386783787797411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/183386783787797411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/183386783787797411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-this-what-its-going-to-be-like.html' title='Is This What It&apos;s Going To Be Like?'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-1165534200033035440</id><published>2008-08-03T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:47:26.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beast Strikes Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SJZsIoSE5XI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BOsPWAHZ9a0/s1600-h/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SJZsIoSE5XI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BOsPWAHZ9a0/s200/dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230486912745399666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Rowdy got spanked today. And ignored for a very long 10 minutes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; it was about 4 1/2, but who's really counting? We left the beast home alone for 30 minutes. And in that 20 minutes he managed to rip another blind down and tear the rest of the other ones he &lt;a href="http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-myy-beeeeeeeppp.html"&gt;already destroyed&lt;/a&gt;. I don't understand that little guy. The good news is we can buy a pack of 10 vertical blinds for real cheap, so we won't have to replace the entire thing. He is not allowed to stay out of his kennel anymore when we are gone. He turns 1 next month. I wonder if he will ever outgrow this stage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend went by so fast. I'm so tired and not looking forward to work tomorrow. Well, I'm going to watch the season &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;premiere&lt;/span&gt; of Sunset Tan. It's commercial free. I'm such a loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-1165534200033035440?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1165534200033035440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=1165534200033035440&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/1165534200033035440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/1165534200033035440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/beast-strikes-again.html' title='The Beast Strikes Again'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SJZsIoSE5XI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BOsPWAHZ9a0/s72-c/dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-4028119218787047970</id><published>2008-08-01T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T10:15:59.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old People-Is It Wrong To Slap Them?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SJMnliD9hVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5El4mbjurpI/s1600-h/funny.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229567118059341138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SJMnliD9hVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5El4mbjurpI/s200/funny.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sitting at my school, just got done taking my National Credential Exam for Medical Assisting. I made an 82. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wheww&lt;/span&gt;! I am done with tests. For now, anyway....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This test started at 9am. There were 200 questions. It is now 9:45. It's a timed test of 2 hours so you know what that means? I have to SIT here, with no cell for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;, no friends to giggle with, no scratch paper to do my famous doodles on. (doodle is such a funny word) Anyway, I have to sit here until 11am or until these other people get done taking their test. NOT FAIR!! And judging by how long it took the 65 year old woman sitting next to me to just log into her computer and ask, "Where's DA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;INTANET&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BUTTTUNN&lt;/span&gt;?", I have a feeling I will still be sitting here until 11am. Oh and just great. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt; is blocked on these computers! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Grrreat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very glad that I am done with this test and I can now say I am a Registered Medical Assistant. The only thing I have left is the rest of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;externship&lt;/span&gt;, which is a joke by the way. I do nothing. I file papers. I make folders. So boring and not what I was expecting at all. But, I've already complained about that &lt;a href="http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/13-hour-days-not-fun.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, so I won't go there again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I graduate, which should be in November sometime, I think I'm going to stay at my current job--for awhile anyway. My boss thinks he can get me a pretty decent raise, so we shall see. I think in January though, I'm going to start the Massage Therapy program at a local school. I know, I know..I have said how much I hate school over and over again, but I just think it would be good to have several certifications that way I have a lot of different options. I would love to do massage therapy on the side, just have my own little business. I think it would be neat to actually go to my clients' homes and give them a massage, rather than working in a spa or office. I don't know...I change my mind very often which probably annoys most people (Felix, my dad) but that's who I am and I'm entitled to change my mind, or THINK I might want to do something however many times I want!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, son of a biscuit eating bulldog, that old lady just finished her exam!! She's playing a game online, with SOUND, while others are still testing. She just giggled. Can I slap her? Oh, good Lord in Heaven, get me outta here please!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh...I almost forgot. My GPA is a 3.5.....YEHAW!! Me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;smartttt&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-4028119218787047970?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4028119218787047970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=4028119218787047970&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4028119218787047970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/4028119218787047970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/old-people-is-it-wrong-to-slap-them.html' title='Old People-Is It Wrong To Slap Them?'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SJMnliD9hVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5El4mbjurpI/s72-c/funny.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-6331660667237210689</id><published>2008-07-31T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T09:56:51.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Stupid!</title><content type='html'>I grew my hair out for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 long years. My hair grows SLOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after it grew, what did I do? I cut it. Yep. 10 inches. This is a lot of hair for me. So, now, a YEAR after cutting it twice I'm letting it grow back out. I came across this picture today and I wanted to vomit.             &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SJHSciy6ivI/AAAAAAAAAHA/1UGO8q9JfSw/s1600-h/briana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SJHSciy6ivI/AAAAAAAAAHA/1UGO8q9JfSw/s320/briana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229192030172383986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't realize how long my hair was! Again, this is a big deal for me. Those of yall that have super long beautiful hair, I'm sure you are thinking, "her hair wasn't THAT long." But it was for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyhooters...does anyone have any suggestions on how to get my hair to grow fast, fast, fast?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-6331660667237210689?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6331660667237210689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=6331660667237210689&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/6331660667237210689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/6331660667237210689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-stupid.html' title='I&apos;m Stupid!'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SJHSciy6ivI/AAAAAAAAAHA/1UGO8q9JfSw/s72-c/briana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-8165576924110619092</id><published>2008-07-25T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T14:41:13.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Blind Hell</title><content type='html'>Whewwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank Gizzzz-od it's Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week pretty much flew right by! That's a good thing though. I am happy to report that Rowdy has not torn anything else up this week and we even left him alone for about an hour last night when we went to dinner. It's so sad to look through our patio fence and see him sitting at the sliding glass doors just wondering where we are going. It hurts my heart! He's our baby. Don't laugh. But he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;. I took him for a long walk last night and he loved it. He chased leaves down the street. I think he might be a little "special" sometimes. And by special, I mean retarded. But it sure is cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough about Rowdy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever had problems putting up mini-blinds? Apparently one has to be very, very smart in order to do this and apparently, Felix and myself are not very smart. Actually, I take that back. I don't think it has anything to do with US. I do, however, think it has something to do with the 73 layers of paint that the apartment complex has plastered to the walls and window seals, making it very difficult to insert screws. Every time we put a screw in, it just made the paint crumble. Needless to say, my bedroom window does not have blinds right now. As you are walking past my window, you will notice some &lt;strike&gt;white trash&lt;/strike&gt; fashionable purple curtains flowing in the breeze of my fan. I am going to see if the maintenance man can't come hang the darn blinds for me. BUT wait. That's a problem because if he comes to our apartment he will see the destruction that Rowdy has caused, and I'm not quite ready for him to see that because he will tell my land-lady. Hmm..what's a girl to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonite I will be doing pretty much nothing at all. Felix has to work, which is a pretty good time to clean the apartment. Tomorrow night we will be going over to some friends' house to watch some boxing match. I am not really into boxing, but Felix is and because I reeek of awesomeness in the girlfriend department, I am going to go and have FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a STHUPUR weekend!! (for those of you who don't ever get to hear me talk out loud, that says "super" with a lisp!) And no, I don't actually have a lisp, I just think it's fun to talk like I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-8165576924110619092?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8165576924110619092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=8165576924110619092&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/8165576924110619092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/8165576924110619092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/mini-blind-hell.html' title='Mini Blind Hell'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-565600323376117723</id><published>2008-07-21T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T16:30:45.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MYY BEEEEEEEPPP!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>Apparently, I did something to make my little Rowdy mad. Last night when I went to bed I left the bedroom door open, thinking he's old enough to roam around the apartment unsupervised. Well, no, I would be wrong. Very, very wrong. The below picture is what my little &lt;strike&gt;beast&lt;/strike&gt; dog managed to do while I was sleeping. I think he wanted his toys that were outside! OMG!!!!                                                                    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SISys3I6Y_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/u9zBiu9Wq5c/s1600-h/RowdysWork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SISys3I6Y_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/u9zBiu9Wq5c/s400/RowdysWork.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225497951441937394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to enroll him in a dog obedience school or something, because this is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not &lt;/span&gt;cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Update: &lt;/span&gt;I will be accepting donations to replace my vertical blinds. Just comment me and I'll send you my information. Thanks in advance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-565600323376117723?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/565600323376117723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=565600323376117723&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/565600323376117723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/565600323376117723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-myy-beeeeeeeppp.html' title='OH MYY BEEEEEEEPPP!?!?!?!'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SISys3I6Y_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/u9zBiu9Wq5c/s72-c/RowdysWork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-7030389624098893913</id><published>2008-07-17T08:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T08:50:57.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Rules for Being Human</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Cherie Carter-Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You will receive a body. You may like it or hate it, but it's yours to keep for the entire period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You will learn lessons. You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called, "life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There are no mistakes, only lessons. Growth is a process of trial, error, and experimentation. The "failed" experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiments that ultimately "work".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lessons are repeated until they are learned. A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. When you have learned it, you can go on to the next lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Learning lessons does not end. There's no part of life that doesn't contain lessons. If you're alive, that means there are still lessons to be learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "There" is no better place than "here". When your "there" has become a "here", you will simply obtain another "there" that will again look better than "here".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Other people are merely mirrors of you. You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects to you something you love or hate about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What you make of your life is up to you. You have all the tools and resources you need. What you do with them is up to you. The choice is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You answers lie within you. The answers to life's questions lie within you. All you need to do is look, listen and trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You will forget all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog today, but I just couldn't find any words. So I thought I would put this on here. I like it. What do you think about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-7030389624098893913?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7030389624098893913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=7030389624098893913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/7030389624098893913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/7030389624098893913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/10-rules-for-being-human.html' title='10 Rules for Being Human'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-1085176017412176372</id><published>2008-07-10T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:54:37.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Updates</title><content type='html'>I feel like someone is stabbing me in the side of my head with a knife. And also through the eye. This is the worst headache I have ever had. Well, except for the time when I swear to God I had a stroke. But I'll never know because I can't afford to have an MRI. And I have insurance. Even with my insurance, I would be responsible for $1300.00. Yea, I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend at the lake, I dropped my phone in the water. So, my phone is at the bottom of Lake Nasty Water. I have to order a new one next week when I get pizzzzaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowdy has been gone exactly 1 week! He has been with his Grandparents and I miss him soooo much!! So, we are going to Lampasas tomorrow to get him and do some of the Spring Ho stuff that's going on. Hopefully my head will stop hurting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp, TA TA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-1085176017412176372?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1085176017412176372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=1085176017412176372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/1085176017412176372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/1085176017412176372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/quick-updates.html' title='Quick Updates'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-5133902897372953223</id><published>2008-06-26T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T09:21:46.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Hour Days = Not Fun</title><content type='html'>I started my externship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really trying to be happy and think positive but this has been a really crappy week for me. I wake up (I try to wake up) around 6:30. I leave my house for work around 7:40. I go home for lunch at 12:00. At lunch I have to get my scrubs and all my extern papers together. I get off of work at 5:00, have to change into my scrubs in the bathroom, then haul booty to the clinic. I get home at 8:45pm. I get to see Felix and Rowdy in the morning and at lunch and then when I get home at 8:45, Felix is getting ready to leave for work. I'm so tired at night that I don't have enough energy to play with Rowdy or to exercise or anything. I almost thought about quitting this whole thing, but not after 13 months. All I have been doing at my extern is office work. BORING. I am trained to draw blood. I am trained to give injections, and do UA's and Catheters and all other sorts of awesome things! And I'm doing office crap. I think I need to reconsider where I'm doing my extern at because this is not going to help me in the end. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My big problem though&lt;/span&gt;? I am not fortunate enough to not have to work, or to only work part time. If I didn't have to work 40 hours a week, then I could be doing my extern at a lab and do Phelbotomy for 3 or 4 hours a day instead of boring office paperwork. But this place is pretty much my only option for evenings. I have some serious thinking to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Christine is moving to Plano and I'm pretty sad about that. We met on a sunny day in October 2006 and have been inseparable ever since. We found out that we had a lot in common from our past and we do nothing but laugh the entire time we are together. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SGOk5FjXR9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/u038WjI73tk/s1600-h/friend+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SGOk5FjXR9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/u038WjI73tk/s320/friend+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216194094075168722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We don't get to hang out as much because she is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;workaholic&lt;/span&gt; and I don't like to get my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drank on as much as her&lt;/span&gt;, LOL...but, we are still great friends and I'm going to miss her terribly. We can tell each other anything and we never judge one another. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SGOlHJ4DZQI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mlys01jmkyU/s1600-h/friend+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SGOlHJ4DZQI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mlys01jmkyU/s320/friend+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216194335753856258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you FRIEND, for being my friend. That's what we call each other, "Friend".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I should do some work. Nah, I'll probably sit here for another hour and stare at my monitor pretending to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-5133902897372953223?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5133902897372953223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=5133902897372953223&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/5133902897372953223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/5133902897372953223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/13-hour-days-not-fun.html' title='13 Hour Days = Not Fun'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SGOk5FjXR9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/u038WjI73tk/s72-c/friend+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-7686800666128751004</id><published>2008-06-18T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T13:27:41.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for you Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SFlTHDd_ccI/AAAAAAAAAF8/OkyrjFVm3m4/s1600-h/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SFlTHDd_ccI/AAAAAAAAAF8/OkyrjFVm3m4/s200/mom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213289424313348546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I have received maybe 1 comment, or high-five on my blog. After talking to my Mom, I have come to the conclusion that I need to give everyone detailed instructions on how to do so. Here ya go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Underneath each post, you will see the words "high-fives". Click this.&lt;br /&gt;2) A box will pop up. In that box, write your comment.&lt;br /&gt;3) Right under the comment box you will see something that says, "Choose Identity".&lt;br /&gt;4) Click on the circle beside the words "name/url".&lt;br /&gt;5) Type your name.&lt;br /&gt;6) Click "Publish Your Comment".&lt;br /&gt;And you are done! See how easy that is?!?! Now, if you don't want to write your name and you would like to remain anonymous, instead of clicking the cirle that says "name/url", you can click the circle that says "anonymous"! Wow! So, I now expect tons of high-fives everytime I write a blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, haha, my test that was supposed to be this Friday has now been changed to August 1! AHHH!!!! Apparently, I was supposed to turn an application into the school for the exam, but I knew nothing about this. Oh well, more time to study! I do still get to start my externship on Monday, and I am looking forward to that. I went today and got the rest of my injections done. Ouch! That tetanus shot hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to have an MRI next week because I've been getting really bad headaches lately. About a year ago, I swear to Gizzzod I had a stoke. I am not making this up. My Doctor thinks otherwise, but what does he know? Kidding, of course. I love my Doctor. He's Super--with a capital "S". So any hooters we will see how that goes. I really don't have a whole lot on my mind today so I guess I will get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh- and I would like to officially apologize to my mom, Mrs. Trish the Dish for cursing in my blog. It will not happen ever again DAG NABBIT!!! I love you Mom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SFlThIclQBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PywPvoRVnY0/s1600-h/meandmom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SFlThIclQBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PywPvoRVnY0/s200/meandmom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213289872326213650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-7686800666128751004?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7686800666128751004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=7686800666128751004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/7686800666128751004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/7686800666128751004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-for-you-mom.html' title='This is for you Mom!'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SFlTHDd_ccI/AAAAAAAAAF8/OkyrjFVm3m4/s72-c/mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-508954338101587059</id><published>2008-06-09T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T14:24:56.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Lazy Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SE2C875MCnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PKEeHkDp9u8/s1600-h/yum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SE2C875MCnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PKEeHkDp9u8/s200/yum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209964327318850162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really despise Mondays. It seems like I can't get "woken up" until about Wednesday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;....This past weekend was pretty laid back. Felix was off Friday night so we went to dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Carino's&lt;/span&gt;. Not Johnny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Carino's&lt;/span&gt;. Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Carino's&lt;/span&gt;. I wonder why they changed the name? Does anyone know? I had some yummy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt; and meatballs and a wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bellini&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;! I gave Felix a sip of it and I seriously thought he was going to vomit all over the table. He doesn't do champagne or liquor, so this was not tasty to him. It was super good. Don't worry Mom, I didn't drive us home. We had planned on going to the movies afterwards, but we missed the one we wanted to see so we just went to Hastings and got some magazines and went home to spend time with Mr. Rowdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend was pretty much a blur. I took a nap on Saturday and then I took another nap on Sunday! Yikes! What is wrong with me!?! I never take naps but I guess I needed it. Sunday evening was nice because Rowdy laid down with his Daddy allowing me to study and do laundry. It's weird, having a dog is like having a child! Well, I mean, I don't have kids, but I can imagine! I have to study everyday for the next two weeks because my huge test is June 20 and I'm really nervous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I better get back to work. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ick&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-508954338101587059?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/508954338101587059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=508954338101587059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/508954338101587059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/508954338101587059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-lazy-weekend.html' title='Another Lazy Weekend'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SE2C875MCnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PKEeHkDp9u8/s72-c/yum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-6097755253019488522</id><published>2008-06-03T21:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:18:18.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Large Pores Beware</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SEYHJjnmhbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DqKD0XLmbSc/s1600-h/p_pmFaceWash_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SEYHJjnmhbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DqKD0XLmbSc/s200/p_pmFaceWash_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207857879862117810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Ewwww." My first thought when looking in a mirror lately. I guess as I'm getting older, my pores are starting to get huge! This past weekend I tried a home remedy, courtesy of Josh McKenzie, that consisted of holding my face in a steaming pot of water (ouch) and then painting my face with egg whites. This disgusted me, so I will most likely never try it again. It didn't help any either. I want my skin to look like the girls' in magazines, BUT, I do understand that they are air brushed to the max. SO, today, I went and bought some stuff that will hopefully help with that. I shall let everyone know, in case anyone has the large pore syndrome as do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I have discovered about myself in the past few days that I don't like is that I tend to think the absolute worse about things that I might actually have no knowledge on at all. I won't go into it too much, but let's just say, that I have a very vivid imagination and I let my mind go places it shouldn't go. I do this too much and I hate it. So, I'm really going to try hard and stop that and if I think something, I'm either going to stop thinking about it, or ask the person that it has to do with, "Hey, what's going on here?", or something like that...ya dig homies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out today that my cousin is pregnant again. She's 21 and married and she has 2 children already and it makes me feel, I don't know what the right word would be...maybe..somewhat like a failure in some way...like, I should already have had a baby, since I'm 26. I know I shouldn't feel that way, and I'm happy for her, but I can't help but think that might be something that never happens for me. I guess it will happen when the time is right though. I'm happy with my little Rowdy for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I almost forgot! You must visit this site: &lt;a href="http://www.facestat.com"&gt;www.facestat.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so you go there, upload pics of yourself, and then people judge you! Good to know people think I look uptight and brilliant. Hmm....maybe this wasn't such a good idea! No, really it's fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog has gone on much longer than intended. Enjoy your hump day tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-6097755253019488522?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6097755253019488522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=6097755253019488522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/6097755253019488522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/6097755253019488522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/large-pores-beware.html' title='Large Pores Beware'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SEYHJjnmhbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DqKD0XLmbSc/s72-c/p_pmFaceWash_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-8332788318232269796</id><published>2008-06-01T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T13:37:03.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumpster Diving Weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SELra0j_M7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/73vBh7Nrvy4/s1600-h/1644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SELra0j_M7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/73vBh7Nrvy4/s200/1644.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206982965212427186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well it's Sunday. I've been doing the usual...cleaning up and laundry. Felix and I are supposed to grill hamburgers later so I wanted to get my "chores" done early. Yesterday, he took me to see "Sex and the City"! It was sooo good. He was annoyed because he was one of 2 guys in the theater, but I'm pretty sure the other guy was gay, so, yea. Oh well. I told him how nice it was that he took me. None of my friends watched it when it was on TV, and he did *giggle*, so we went and watched it. I tried to get one of my friends to watch the episodes online so she could go with me, but I don't think she ever did. I texted her Friday night to see if she wanted to go with me, that way Felix wouldn't have to, but, she never wrote me back. I had fun with Felix anyway. OH, and what would posess a mother to bring her, oh, I don't know, 3 year old to see this movie? She was covering the little girl's ears and eyes through the whole damn movie. I get so annoyed when I see people doing this. It happens all the time. If you don't have a babysitter, then don't go to a Rated R movie. Or PG-13. There, I'm done with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Felix went to his friend's house and so around 8:45 I took Rowdy for a walk. As we are walking down the sidewalk, I see a truck parked at the dumpster where I take my trash. Then I see a short, dumpy woman digging around in the dumpster. She gets out of the dumpster, holding plates and other kitchen items. "OH GROSS", is what I thought to myself. She takes her treasures back to the truck, where the MAN is sitting in the driver seat. First of all, what the hell are you doing? And second of all, why did HE make HER get into the dumpster. I know the answer to this, but I'm not going to put it on here for fear of offending certain peoples. Ok, so I go along my business, trying not to think of what I just witnessed, and as I'm walking Rowdy around to the other side of the apartments, I come to another dumpster, and see the same thing happening and it's the same people! I guess the saying is true, "One man's trash is another's treasure".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-8332788318232269796?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8332788318232269796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=8332788318232269796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/8332788318232269796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/8332788318232269796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/dumpster-diving-weekends.html' title='Dumpster Diving Weekends'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SELra0j_M7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/73vBh7Nrvy4/s72-c/1644.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045105361694807989.post-6600382121080642308</id><published>2008-05-26T21:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:31:35.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Update!</title><content type='html'>Wow. I'm bad at this whole blogging thing. During the day I usually think several times to myself, "That would be a good thing to put in my blog today." I never get around to it, and then I forget everything. Oh well. I'm pretty sure no one reads this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weekends ago, I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lampasas&lt;/span&gt; because I was going to Temple for Hudson's (my best friend's baby) 1st Birthday. It was fun to get out of San Angelo for the weekend. Just me and Rowdy went. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rowdy&lt;/span&gt;. The little farting, drooling, shedding little guy I adore. He makes it very difficult to drive when you are alone. I get very frustrated and by the time I get to my destination, I'm very stressed out and itching because he insists on riding on my shoulders/back. (See below pic of us riding to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lampasas&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anyhooters&lt;/span&gt;, I had a good time seeing my best friend that I don't get to see often enough and it was good seeing my parents as well. Oh, and Rowdy&lt;br /&gt;got to play with his Aunt T-bone, so he had lots of fun!!                                                                            &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SDt7r7H8ycI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NAraoaOtMu0/s1600-h/l_f4ac0c0ff04f13b2b2ba57683367159a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SDt7r7H8ycI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NAraoaOtMu0/s200/l_f4ac0c0ff04f13b2b2ba57683367159a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204889788892367298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, last week I got a call from the Student Coordinator at my school. I'm about to go out on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;extern&lt;/span&gt; June 23, and she called to tell me that they have a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;extern&lt;/span&gt; site that I could do in the evenings. So, I went and had a little meeting with them on Thursday and it went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;well!! It's an orthopedic surgeon's office, and they are fixing to move to a bigger office. After our conversation, we decided that I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; be doing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;extern&lt;/span&gt; there. It is very family oriented. The surgeon's mom and dad work in the front office. The office does a lot of things together outside of work, and they do a lot in the community as well. I am very excited about this and really hope they have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt; available for me after I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;extern&lt;/span&gt;. It's very possible, but, I'm still keeping my fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother Cole and I have decided that we will never again have a garage sale. Why you ask? Well, this past weekend I went to Abilene and we had a garage sale. Yuck. I will never again do this. We were supposed to have it from 7am-12pm, and yea, we packed everything up at 10:30. People came and slowly drove by and looked to see what we were selling, and then they would almost peel out in a hurry to get away. We mostly had clothes and I guess they weren't interested in clothes. It was fun hanging out with my brother, but the whole garage sale thing is just not worth the $22.00 I made. That didn't even cover my gas to get there. Sad. Oh well. Lesson learned. I tried to sell Rowdy for $1.00. No one wanted him. Just kidding! But I did put stickers on him with prices. I would never sell him for real!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that brings me to today. We were off today and I was oh-so-happy to have a long weekend. I really despise my job, so anytime I'm off is just awesome for me. I have a little countdown going to see how much longer I have to work at this place. I even have my two week notice typed out. Just waiting to turn that little piece of heaven in. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. Today I got the rest of our laundry done and Felix and I went and had an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; at Cold Stone Creamery. Yea, that's good for my large ass. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045105361694807989-6600382121080642308?l=brianasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6600382121080642308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045105361694807989&amp;postID=6600382121080642308&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/6600382121080642308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045105361694807989/posts/default/6600382121080642308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianasworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-to-update.html' title='Time to Update!'/><author><name>Briana A.K.A. Breezy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05197760205533826287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SlI9LNP8FNI/AAAAAAAAAks/iYGvOY_y6Xo/S220/meeeeeeeeeeee.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMuk-ZuAesU/SDt7r7H8ycI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NAraoaOtMu0/s72-c/l_f4ac0c0ff04f13b2b2ba57683367159a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
