<?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-763370447327351372</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:59:50.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kim. Better than chocolate.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-2825489570953402603</id><published>2009-04-01T22:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:21:23.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>I missed my weekly post on Sunday. But I had good reason. I wasn't here!&lt;br /&gt;I simply haven't had time to blog... but I plan to, it's just now it is almost 10:30 and I must get to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-2825489570953402603?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2825489570953402603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=2825489570953402603' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2825489570953402603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2825489570953402603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-3514507772965248244</id><published>2009-03-22T21:11:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:29:40.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>It's really crazy that it is Sunday and I'm not even dreading it being over or the fact that Monday and another work week is looming. I don't remember the last time that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony and I rode bikes the other day and I thought I was going to die.  I literally thought I was going to have a heart attack, pass out and die. I felt so pitiful and weak and just....yeah. I felt like a 2372934723947 pound 73 year old woman.  That shiz is not going to fly. If anything is going to make me crack down on it that will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my sister, mom and nieces went to Wisner to this house where they plant 100's of tulips every year. This made me happy since that's my favorite flower. We had so much fun. My nieces and I in the back playing our DS's and all of us dancing and singing along to music. Lots of laughs. It was great girl family time.  I had such a spring-y day. I even wore my springy-ist outfit. I love spring! (pics from that will be on my photoblog soon, the link is over on my favorite links)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of DS's, the new and improved one is fixing to come out and I think that's a perfect time to get my own instead of having to use Tony's! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading some really awesome books lately. Right now I'm reading a re-telling of Beauty and the Beast, and it's making me miss B&amp;amp;tB time at the Strauss. I've never been more proud of my husband than seeing him perform as the Beast. He just blew me away all 2934723974 times I went to see it!! I got a taste of what it feels like to be a parent and watch your kid do something like that...I would get soooo nervous, so scared he would mess up.. my heart would not stop racing the whole time, my palms would be sweaty, I would tear up everytime he sang... it was really kind of ridiculous lol.  The greatest cast, and music.... it made me fire up the B&amp;amp;tB soundtrack today....  maybe I'll even have to watch the movie again!  But that's really a watch-with-friends-in-your-pjs-with-chocolate-and-popcorn kinda movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could blabber on randomly all night but it's getting late so I must get to bed.&lt;br /&gt;*walks off singing "little tooooown....little quiet villageeee....everyday........ like the one beforeeeee..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-3514507772965248244?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3514507772965248244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=3514507772965248244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/3514507772965248244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/3514507772965248244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-569133925614225123</id><published>2009-03-15T18:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:57:54.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quinch The Thirst Of My Soul</title><content type='html'>Man what an epic title!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to ride a horse again today for the first time in about 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot describe how amazing it was. My heart soared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it will be much more often now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*squee!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-569133925614225123?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/569133925614225123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=569133925614225123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/569133925614225123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/569133925614225123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/quinch-thirst-of-my-soul.html' title='Quinch The Thirst Of My Soul'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-4598837281656581749</id><published>2009-03-13T23:44:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:42:28.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Job Talk</title><content type='html'>Sitting here with a weekend in front of me, with my legs tucked up underneath me, jamming to some new music on iTunes, drinking some tea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I have a job that I love. I mean I really truly cannot believe it. For &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; long this has evaded me. I can't remember the last time I had a job that I didn't come home crying from. Or at the very least hate. Well I do remember, I loved my Orthopedic Clinic job. Um, that ended in '04. Yeah, I have paid my dues. I am owed this. And in this economy I am not taking one second for granted. I might say I am tired, and I might not want to get up in the morning at first.. but I am human. I really do love it. *thinks how that just blows her mind that she said that*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to tell myself that they don't write books and direct movies and sing songs about jobs. All that is about love. Heartache. Friends. Family. Dreams. Love. I had all that was really and truly important. I used to console myself that I have had for 5 great years now what everyone wants, what everyone dreams of. Love. Not just that, but love that stories are written about. The kind of tale about how a maiden and a prince over-came trials and tribulations for years and years only because of their deep abiding yearning for each other, to be re-united in the end and because of their love they save the world and live in happiness to be 23948723947 years old. I still believe that. I don't approve of people who make work their life.. sacrificing time with family and friends... never taking their vacation days... working their life and soul away...because family and friends and love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; most important. But there was always something missing. You have to have that other part too, to be able to live your life. It's just finding the balance between the two. Because you also can't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; have it. So it's the best thing ever to finally have that other side. The work life. Something to be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt; and grown up. I freaked out the other day about my name being there at the bottom of two very important documents. "Prepared by: Kim Sanson, Document Specialist"  on one and "Please sign and return to: Kim Sanson, Lien Release Processing".  I mean, lawyers and county court judges and clients are going to see these papers, and see my name. Teehee!! I was so proud and everyone was laughing at me. Only people in New Jersey will see it though. I only do New Jersey. Don't ask me why. But I think it's cool. New Jersey is a bad ass.  ;-) I also love how I have to use my badge to get into the front door, and then again to get into my department. If someone wants to come eat lunch with me in the cafeteria one day, they have to wait for me with the security guard at the front desk until I come get them, and then they can't leave my sight until they leave. I have to lock my computer and desk when I get up to go to the bathroom, and I can't leave any documents on my desk when I leave for the day. I feel like I'm working for the FBI sometimes! It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was a good sign in the beginning that I could just be myself. Usually I am very hindered at work, I get very timid and shy and scared to do anything. Until a long while passes and I get to know everyone... but even then I stress out about everything. But from the first day of "class" I was very open and outspoken and making jokes and making everyone laugh. That's really how I am when I'm at my most comfortable and natural state. Everything just clicked. So everyone loves me in my department, we have alot of fun. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, it's about freaking time!! I deserve it! The odd thing is the hardest thing has been letting myself deserve it and letting myself be happy. I think alot of women have that problem for some reason. But it's ok I'm getting pretty good at it now. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I feel better now. I felt like for my sake I just had to do one more post update about my job. Since the last one was my first day. Now that I'm (mostly) settled into it. To get it all off my chest. *breathes deeply*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to enjoy my stay-up-late-Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-4598837281656581749?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4598837281656581749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=4598837281656581749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/4598837281656581749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/4598837281656581749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-job-talk.html' title='More Job Talk'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-2478942237301717619</id><published>2009-03-04T18:02:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:52:34.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Day</title><content type='html'>First days suck.&lt;br /&gt;They are awkward, tiring, confusing, and hard. You have to figure out everything from the basics (where is the bathroom?) to the not-so-basic (what in the world am i going to be DOING exactly?). You don't know anyone, everyone is nervous. You feel like you are under so much pressure because all eyes are on you.  There are so many things to worry about. You hope the oh-so-important first impression you are giving off is good, you hope people will like you. I could go on all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I had an awesome first day!!! All that stupid stuff was in place, yes. I also could NOT sleep last night so I only got about 5 hours...but as far as first days go, it was the best I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; terribly excited that I get my own cubicle. Hah. Well, I'm sorry, it makes me happy. I was praying that I'd get my own cubicle. Not everyone in my new-hire group does. The in-bound and out-bound people don't get one. They have to be in a big room that's hot and stuffy and sit at tables. But us cool &amp;amp; awesome lien- release people? Oh yeah, we are on the floor and get our own cubicle. It's HUGE too. I mean really huge. It's all secluded and quiet. We can even use our cellphones at our desk, in moderation of course) I haven't gotten to actually sit there and stock it with pretty new supplies and get all homey yet, I can't wait until I get to do that. The best part?? I get to bring my radio and/or ipod and headphones and listen to music while I work! These two things on their own were enough to make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some random thoughts about my day:&lt;br /&gt;I can tell already my supervisor is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;. I mean really.&lt;br /&gt;I like every single person in my new-hire group (there are about 15 of us).&lt;br /&gt;I loved the guy who taught our class today, and his co-teacher turned out to be one of my best friend's fiance's brother! So we talked all day.&lt;br /&gt;I've already made two friends, Tammy and Andrea. Chris and Brittany are pretty cool too. (They are all in my department)&lt;br /&gt;I was in a training class all day today just learning about the company... so I didn't have to worry about too much. I learned some very intersting stuff. For example, the whole Aaron Burr/Alexander Hamilton incident (remember the infamous milk commercial?) That whole fight was bout Burr wanting to make "Chase" (wasn't called that back then) into a bank, and Hamilton wanting to keep it a water company. Well, thanks for having the faster trigger finger Mr. Burr! Oh, and sorry Mr. Hamilton.. it didn't turn out so well for him. :-/&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO glad I got my hair cut before this because it was cute and hassle-free all day.&lt;br /&gt;I looked very cute today and was totally comfy.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was very awkward but it was free because it was our first day and the cafeteria is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;. It has everything you'd ever need, including a grill where they will fry you up a hamburger or whatever on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get paid until the 31st. Holy crap!&lt;br /&gt;I love that it is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; such&lt;/span&gt; a grown up job. I mean...it's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; career-type job.&lt;br /&gt;I get to wear jeans.&lt;br /&gt;They gave us our own Chase mugs. It's the little things that make me happy :)&lt;br /&gt;Going to bed at a good time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; sucks for me. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; staying up late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The supervisors and team-leads tried their hardest to make it an upbeat fun day. Their caring and effort won me over immediately. You just feel safe with them and feel like you chose a great place to work. I know each day will get easier, and I can't wait until I can just come in, put my headphones on, and do my work w/out asking a billion questions like I know I'll be doing in the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;It just feels right, and it's only the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm extremely tired. /long drawn out sigh. It's been a day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but a good day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-2478942237301717619?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2478942237301717619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=2478942237301717619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2478942237301717619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2478942237301717619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-day.html' title='My First Day'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-7734572212802090943</id><published>2009-03-01T11:18:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:46:19.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping It Together</title><content type='html'>I am so far anyway. It's only Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten so much done I'm very proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going shopping for new work clothes tomorrow. I want to go mid-morning of a Monday so there will be as few people as possible. Besides, after Wednesday when is the next time I'll be able to go for a leisurely stroll through the mall on a Monday morning? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't get TOO nervous Wednesday. I know I will, I just hope it's not too bad. I absolutely hate first days. There is nothing worse in my opinion. I hate first weeks too. I'm not being negative, it's just a plain simple fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also terribly excited though, so hopefully that will outweigh the nervousness a tad bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a nice alone-time weekend to reflect, rest and relax. I've gotten stuff done, but also done nothing. The best of both worlds. I've had awesome games to play and an awesome book to read. My hubby has been off work too so it's been great to just hang out with him, he keeps me calm and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's hoping I can remain calm, take deep breaths and remember that I am awesome and smart and capable.... and the fact that no one knows what the heck they are doing their first week!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-7734572212802090943?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7734572212802090943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=7734572212802090943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/7734572212802090943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/7734572212802090943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/keeping-it-together.html' title='Keeping It Together'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-5687921371462286533</id><published>2009-02-24T14:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:24:31.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plan</title><content type='html'>Goal for this week: Get closet cleaned out, go through all clothes and put in a bag what doesn't fit anymore instead of saying "oh I just have to loose some weight and I'll be able to wear this" so I can see exactly what I need for my new job! Times like these I love my iPod and iPod radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I am cleaning out other crap from my room and the closet... to make room for only the things I need. There are still college text books from 5 years ago in there. These kinds of things have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this is happening because Tony and I have decided to stay here atleast a few more months. I am bound and determined to finally save up some money. I am so excited to finally have a great job and that means income. With this I plan on getting back where I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first started out on my own, I lived with my brother in this great little house. I worked and went to school. I paid close attention to the money. I was extremely proud of the fact that I was so organized with my bills, I was never late on paying anything, my checkbook was always balanced. I put a portion of every single paycheck into both savings and my 401K. I had flawless credit. I was making a great start to my future. I was determined to never let any of that slip away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it did. I don't know where it all went wrong. Maybe the fact that I had an overbearing, penny pinching dad growing up who drilled it into our heads to be this way and instilled a fear of not having money later on in life if your not careful was exactly the thing that eventually made me stop paying attention. Maybe it was some sort of rebellion. It was not easy growing up in a household like that. It certainly did not help that I lost my job, got married and my husband and I started having job problems left and right. Alot of moving caused misplacement of bills, alot of job losses caused misplacement of income. All of that caused misplacement of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the cause, whatever the problem, I am now rectifing it. For a while now I have been re-organized with the bills. I have been proud of myself for getting them all back to their minimum payments and keeping it all organized. I have been thinking about the future, and doing all in my power to make it better. That was one major good thing that came out of moving to Montgomery. That alone will keep me forever grateful for that decision, and the reason I will never say that move was a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I will have the income to make some major changes. It is a big , no, a huge step and makes me feel good inside. I actually have hope now. That's all I've needed for a long while now. Hope. Hope for getting things taken care of that have been sorely neglected, hope to be able to start a family,  hope for a place of our own, hope for making mine and Tony's life together much better. I just have to remember to keep the blinders on...to not think about the past and how much time I feel like I have wasted because that is my biggest pitfall. Always look forward. What's done is done. All that matters is that after so long being stalled, I'm getting in gear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-5687921371462286533?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5687921371462286533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=5687921371462286533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5687921371462286533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5687921371462286533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/plan.html' title='The Plan'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-4782891092126493273</id><published>2008-09-02T23:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T00:21:59.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Move</title><content type='html'>Ok well I had a really bad day today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am having the best time in Montgomery. I guess if, even after the bad day I had, I still feel this good about moving, then that's saying something. Even the tough times are good. They serve their purpose. There is no doubt in my mind that we made the right decision. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt; many changes and improvements that I have wanted to make for us has just fallen into place. My blood has been enriched, my eyes have been opened, parts of me that have long been dormant have awakened.  I am getting stronger by the minute. I'd call that a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus my support system, my family and friends, have just been amazing. I couldn't do any of it w/out them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other good news, Tony and I have finally discovered our super-power! See, one thing I've always loved about Monroe is that it is a weather-bubble. Tornado's and the really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; bad weather has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; gone around it. I didn't want to go to Montgomery because it always seems like they are getting the worst of weather and tornado's galore. We are set to leave and the projected path of Gustav is straight through Montgomery. We leave and the path changes to go through New Orleans/Shreveport. So, that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; mean that while we are together, our super power is a protective weather bubble. I mean, there is no other logical explanation. So it's cool that we finally know because that's sort of an important thing to know. You know. What your super-power is. *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; first day at Starbucks. He even has a drink now he likes!! That makes me happy because now he can enjoy Starbucks with me. Plus it's kinda important since he's working there and all. I had the best time going with him to Target and getting him NEW slacks (which he hasn't had in what seems like decades. He's been wearing the crap ol' same crap pair whenever he needed to wear such pants), and I never knew he looked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; good in a black polo, slacks, a black belt, and black shoes. Then he came home, ran inside, and danced around in his new shiny green Starbucks apron. He is too cute for words. He is all in pj's now but I am going to take a picture of him tomorrow and post it. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday he has the whole day off so we are going apartment shopping. We have several &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; prospects. The plethora of beautiful apartment complexes around here never ceases to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have my internet again, so I really can get through anything. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything, I am still terribly excited, and happy, and I refuse to give up. Ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-4782891092126493273?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4782891092126493273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=4782891092126493273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/4782891092126493273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/4782891092126493273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/09/smart-move.html' title='Smart Move'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-5906687352373621715</id><published>2008-08-28T14:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T14:58:13.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Headed Out</title><content type='html'>We are all packed up and staying the night at Tony's parents before we leave for Montgomery AL tomorrow morning. So I'm signing off for a while. We are doing the smart thing and staying with our friend for a little while we find the perfect place in our price range, and that will give us the chance to focus on our jobs, me finding the lay of the land (tony already knows it) so that'll be good. I'll be "dealing" without all my stuff and my privacy, but I just need to give it some time and it will all turn out. I"m bringing my computer with me though so atleast I'll still be able to keep in touch!&lt;br /&gt;Love you all~ keep me updated on things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-5906687352373621715?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5906687352373621715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=5906687352373621715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5906687352373621715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5906687352373621715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/08/headed-out.html' title='Headed Out'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-5282264280018929437</id><published>2008-08-25T04:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T04:07:35.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Medals</title><content type='html'>A final medal count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**sniffle**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a spectacular one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 410px; height: 171px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;thead&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/icons/gold.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/icons/silver.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/icons/bronze.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="GreyonWhite"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th align="left"&gt;COUNTRY&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;GOLD&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;SILVER&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;BRONZE&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;TOTAL&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/thead&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="OnSkyBlue"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/teamusa/medals/index.html" alt="USA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/flags/s/USA.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/teamusa/medals/index.html" alt="United States"&gt;United States&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;36&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;38&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;36&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="bold" align="center"&gt;110&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=chn/medals/index.html" alt="CHN"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/flags/s/CHN.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=chn/medals/index.html" alt="China"&gt;China&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;51&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;21&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;28&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="bold" align="center"&gt;100&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="OnSkyBlue"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=rus/medals/index.html" alt="RUS"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/flags/s/RUS.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=rus/medals/index.html" alt="Russia"&gt;Russia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;23&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;21&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;28&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="bold" align="center"&gt;72&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=gbr/medals/index.html" alt="GBR"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/flags/s/GBR.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=gbr/medals/index.html" alt="Great Britain"&gt;Great Britain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;19&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;13&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;15&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="bold" align="center"&gt;47&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-5282264280018929437?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5282264280018929437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=5282264280018929437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5282264280018929437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5282264280018929437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/08/medals.html' title='Medals'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-660401533459600215</id><published>2008-08-21T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T18:28:02.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Blarg</title><content type='html'>It's been a crappy past coulpa days.&lt;br /&gt;Uber crappy.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Just had to vent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-660401533459600215?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/660401533459600215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=660401533459600215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/660401533459600215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/660401533459600215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/08/stupid-blarg.html' title='Stupid Blarg'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-2014481693138946816</id><published>2008-08-19T23:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:57:57.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teehee</title><content type='html'>That was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/859914"&gt;My Bella's Dogster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catster.com/cats/859900"&gt;My Mungo's Catster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-2014481693138946816?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2014481693138946816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=2014481693138946816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2014481693138946816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2014481693138946816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/08/teehee.html' title='Teehee'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-5568929479736285391</id><published>2008-08-18T21:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:23:32.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission: Sucessful</title><content type='html'>So I'm a little behind on the Olympics because of our trip to scout out apartments in Montgomery. But I'm catching up. I DID see however Nastia and Shawn get gold and silver in gymnastics, and Michael Phelps get his 8. I still can't believe that. I didn't think it was possible because of the relays...but they did it. Amazing. Simply amazing. I love that I saw a huge chunk of history in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Montgomery trip went really really well. We worked our tails off. All day Friday we were apartment hunting or  going by our respective work places to finish up paperwork and such. Much of Saturday was the same. It was nothing like apartment hunting in Monroe. All the places we looked at are beautiful. There are SO many great choices it was really hard to choose. We had to compare all the prices to what you were getting for that price and location and etc. I was very proud of us. The apartment thing isn't under a complete wrap yet, but will be soon. Exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we made time though, for us all to go see Star Wars Clone Wars. (I'm so glad we're going to have an awesome, pretty, digital movie theater to go to) It was great. Lots of fun. We can't wait for the TV Series to start. Also of course I made time to go to Panera and Barnes &amp;amp; Noble,  a*k*a my heaven. (to both of them)  I'm so excited I'll be living right by two of my very own heavens!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited about alot of fall TV that is to start soon. It makes me happy. :)  I also can't wait for great games coming out soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to finish enjoying my day off, I leave with a recent medal count!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 385px; height: 163px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;thead&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/icons/gold.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/icons/silver.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/icons/bronze.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="GreyonWhite"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th align="left"&gt;COUNTRY&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;GOLD&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;SILVER&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;BRONZE&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;TOTAL&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/thead&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="OnSkyBlue"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/teamusa/medals/index.html" alt="USA" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/flags/s/USA.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/teamusa/medals/index.html" alt="United States" target="_new"&gt;United States&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;22&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;24&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;26&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="bold" align="center"&gt;72&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=chn/medals/index.html" alt="CHN" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/flags/s/CHN.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=chn/medals/index.html" alt="China" target="_new"&gt;China&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;39&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;14&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;14&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="bold" align="center"&gt;67&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="OnSkyBlue"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=rus/medals/index.html" alt="RUS" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/flags/s/RUS.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=rus/medals/index.html" alt="Russia" target="_new"&gt;Russia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;13&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;15&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="bold" align="center"&gt;36&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=aus/medals/index.html" alt="AUS" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/flags/s/AUS.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=aus/medals/index.html" alt="Australia" target="_new"&gt;Australia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;11&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;10&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;12&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="bold" align="center"&gt;33&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-5568929479736285391?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5568929479736285391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=5568929479736285391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5568929479736285391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5568929479736285391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-getting-there.html' title='Mission: Sucessful'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-8507441387528821758</id><published>2008-08-14T01:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T01:08:44.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Signing Off For A Couple Days...</title><content type='html'>(Though knowing me I'll still find time for a medal update while I'm there, but just in cases)&lt;br /&gt;It's 1:00 in the morning and I have to get to bed because we are leaving early in the morning for Montgomery to try to stake our claim, but I had to put up the latest medal count. Don't worry, once gymnastics are over tomorrow with the girls, we will re-take our claim on the medals. China is sort of dominating gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;We'll be back Sunday, hope everyone has a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&gt; Quote of the month goes to my mom. Our phone conversation went a little something like this:&lt;br /&gt;*After making "moose sounds" to me because they had heard moose that morning so she was trying to tell me what they sounded like...with out me asking*&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "How are the Olympics going?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Fine mom"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Have they done the ice skating yet?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No mom, that's the winter olympics"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Oh.....  Have they done the downhill skiing yet?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: /sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 400px; height: 155px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;thead&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/icons/gold.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/icons/silver.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/icons/bronze.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="GreyonWhite"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th align="left"&gt;COUNTRY&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;GOLD&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;SILVER&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;BRONZE&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;TOTAL&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/thead&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="OnSkyBlue"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=chn/medals/index.html" alt="CHN" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/flags/s/CHN.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=chn/medals/index.html" alt="China" target="_new"&gt;China&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;20&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="bold" align="center"&gt;32&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/teamusa/medals/index.html" alt="USA" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/flags/s/USA.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/teamusa/medals/index.html" alt="United States" target="_new"&gt;United States&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;10&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;13&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="bold" align="center"&gt;31&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="OnSkyBlue"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=aus/medals/index.html" alt="AUS" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/flags/s/AUS.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=aus/medals/index.html" alt="Australia" target="_new"&gt;Australia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="bold" align="center"&gt;16&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=fra/medals/index.html" alt="FRA" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/flags/s/FRA.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=fra/medals/index.html" alt="France" target="_new"&gt;France&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="bold" align="center"&gt;14&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-8507441387528821758?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8507441387528821758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=8507441387528821758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/8507441387528821758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/8507441387528821758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/08/quick-update.html' title='Signing Off For A Couple Days...'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-3773369769924264663</id><published>2008-08-12T23:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:41:41.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God For Super-Phelps</title><content type='html'>He's keeping the US hopes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gymnastics sure isn't!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I was ok with men taking bronze. I would even be ok with the women taking silver tonight, if they deserved it. But I don't think they did. They messed up bigger than what that team should *cough cough Alicia cough* have. I'm with Mikey on the scoring thing though. During the men's I thought we were being scored lower but I thought it was just me. So I payed close attention tonight and I swear it was different. I mean even the announcer at one point said "that should have been alot lower" when one of the chinese women majorly messed up. But don't even get me started on the stupid scoring. Maybe one day they will have it as good as it used to be. But right now it is one big mess. It's just wrong. Alicia probably would have stuck that beam landing if she hadn't had to wait around for 9348729847238 hours before she got on! *grumbles*  It takes really good reason for me to be bitter about a loss, and I'm bitter about this one. Something just didn't feel right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phelps was amazing tonight, he went first and put the US relay team out a full length and a 1/2 in front of everyone else. It wasn't even a race! They stayed about 2 lengths in front of everyone the whole time. I think they broke the world record by 5 ! Michael is now the most decorated olympian of ALL TIME. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back hurts. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 398px; height: 171px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;thead&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/icons/gold.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/icons/silver.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/icons/bronze.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="GreyonWhite"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th align="left"&gt;COUNTRY&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;GOLD&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;SILVER&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;BRONZE&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;TOTAL&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/thead&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="OnSkyBlue"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/teamusa/medals/index.html" alt="USA" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/flags/s/USA.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/teamusa/medals/index.html" alt="United States" target="_new"&gt;United States&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;9&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;9&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="bold" align="center"&gt;26&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=chn/medals/index.html" alt="CHN" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/flags/s/CHN.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=chn/medals/index.html" alt="China" target="_new"&gt;China&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;14&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="bold" align="center"&gt;22&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="OnSkyBlue"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=kor/medals/index.html" alt="KOR" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/flags/s/KOR.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=kor/medals/index.html" alt="South Korea" target="_new"&gt;South Korea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="bold" align="center"&gt;12&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=aus/medals/index.html" alt="AUS" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/flags/s/AUS.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=aus/medals/index.html" alt="Australia" target="_new"&gt;Australia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="bold" align="center"&gt;12&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-3773369769924264663?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-7529867217598882729</id><published>2008-08-12T00:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:12:58.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep, you guessed it</title><content type='html'>Tonight was a blast. I knew going into the men's gymnastics that the US team did not have much of a chance. Then they start sticking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt;thing and just blowing routines away. I mean they were fantastic. Amazed everyone. So then they got my hopes up that we would get bronze, and then they started doing so well, hopes were up for us to get silver! Alas, the Japanese pulled out silver in the end, but it was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tough&lt;/span&gt; fight in the end for that silver. So for that I couldn't be prouder of our guys!!! China came away with gold, of course, which they SO deserved, and we got bronze. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Swimming&lt;/span&gt; on the other hand, was an entirely great and exciting night. The excitement never stopped. Out of 4 finals, the US won 7 medals, 3 of which were gold. Phelps got his gold, adding to his winning streak. It was defiantly swimming's night tonight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great night for the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 400px; height: 155px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;thead&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/icons/gold.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/icons/silver.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/icons/bronze.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="GreyonWhite"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th align="left"&gt;COUNTRY&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;GOLD&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;SILVER&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;BRONZE&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;TOTAL&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/thead&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="OnSkyBlue"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/teamusa/medals/index.html" alt="USA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/flags/s/USA.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/teamusa/medals/index.html" alt="United States"&gt;United States&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="bold" align="center"&gt;20&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=chn/medals/index.html" alt="CHN"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/flags/s/CHN.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=chn/medals/index.html" alt="China"&gt;China&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;10&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="bold" align="center"&gt;16&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="OnSkyBlue"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=kor/medals/index.html" alt="KOR"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/flags/s/KOR.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=kor/medals/index.html" alt="South Korea"&gt;South Korea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;0&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="bold" align="center"&gt;10&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=ita/medals/index.html" alt="ITA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/flags/s/ITA.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=ita/medals/index.html" alt="Italy"&gt;Italy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=ita/medals/medalists/index.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="bold" align="center"&gt;8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-7529867217598882729?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7529867217598882729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=7529867217598882729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/7529867217598882729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/7529867217598882729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/08/yep-you-guessed-it.html' title='Yep, you guessed it'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-7517200430194354392</id><published>2008-08-10T23:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T02:21:03.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic Update #2</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first freak-out-throwing-pillows-screaming-so-loud-waking-up-the-neighbors moment of the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The US Relay swim team was the underdog. France was the full-out-no-doubt-about-it favorite. Earlier in the day, the French said they were going to crush the American's and that's what they came here for. That statement was passed on to the American team as fuel for the fire, but no body really wanted to step up and refute it because the American's were indeed the underdogs and France was indeed going to take the gold. The whole race it looked that way. Phelps went first and being the super human that he is, put us out in front. After his swim though, it looked like a sure bet that France would take it. The last relay man, Lezak, was a full length behind the French guy on the way home. First of all let me say that big moves do not happen in swimming. If you are a full length behind someone on the way home, you might make up a difference to put you 1/2 a length behind by the end of it, but that's about it. Half way through the pool, Lezak starts to look like he's moving up. Hm. That's cool. Atleast make it a loss by not that much. Then, he starts to move faster. What the butt? THEN, by the very end of the pool (all this happened by just 1/2 a pool) he's neck and neck with the French guy. Exciting! - but still going to get Silver. They touch the wall, and US is immediately thrown down into the #1 spot. That's when the jumping off the couch and the screaming and the throwing of the pillows takes place. Eat your words France.&lt;br /&gt;Also, this continues to give Phelps a chance to take 8 straight gold medals, which I always thought he never had a chance of doing because of the relay.&lt;br /&gt;Also, the US broke the world record during that relay.&lt;br /&gt;/sigh of happiness. I mean, yeah. /sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other high-..no, lowlight of the evening was the disappointing US girls gymnastics semi-finals. They had a terrible terrible showing. Falling off the bars, stepping 29378942374 feet out of bounds, falling on landings... I can only hope that tonight was so bad, they will do amazing the night of the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 386px; height: 157px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;thead&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/icons/gold.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/icons/silver.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/icons/bronze.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="GreyonWhite"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th align="left"&gt;COUNTRY&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;GOLD&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;SILVER&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;BRONZE&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;TOTAL&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/thead&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="OnSkyBlue"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/teamusa/medals/index.html" alt="USA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/flags/s/USA.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/teamusa/medals/index.html" alt="United States"&gt;United States&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="bold" align="center"&gt;11&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=chn/medals/index.html" alt="CHN"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/flags/s/CHN.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=chn/medals/index.html" alt="China"&gt;China&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;0&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="bold" align="center"&gt;9&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="OnSkyBlue"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=kor/medals/index.html" alt="KOR"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/flags/s/KOR.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=kor/medals/index.html" alt="South Korea"&gt;South Korea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;0&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="bold" align="center"&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=aus/medals/index.html" alt="AUS"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/flags/s/AUS.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=aus/medals/index.html" alt="Australia"&gt;Australia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;0&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="bold" align="center"&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-7517200430194354392?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7517200430194354392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=7517200430194354392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/7517200430194354392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/7517200430194354392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympic-update-2.html' title='Olympic Update #2'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-2087384414506926766</id><published>2008-08-09T23:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T03:07:09.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic Update</title><content type='html'>Well the first day of the Olympics did not disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;I'm especially happy to have DVR now for my equestrian events, which always come on during the day time so they are harder to catch. Now I just record EVERYthing and fast-forward through stuff I don't like to watch. I've never had the Olympics and DVR at the same time so I'm just on cloud 9 about it. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;The highlights for me today were the US women's sabre team sweeping gold, silver and bronze... Phelps breaking the world record by a full length and taking the gold... and watching the men's gymnastics-not our team, but the Chinese. Cause dang. I think they should have gold already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the top 4 medal count so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 442px; height: 197px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;thead&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/icons/gold.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/icons/silver.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/icons/bronze.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="GreyonWhite"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th align="left"&gt;COUNTRY&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;GOLD&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;SILVER&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;BRONZE&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;TOTAL&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/thead&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="OnSkyBlue"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/teamusa/medals/index.html" alt="USA" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/flags/s/USA.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/teamusa/medals/index.html" alt="United States" target="_new"&gt;United States&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="bold" align="center"&gt;8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=chn/medals/index.html" alt="CHN" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/flags/s/CHN.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=chn/medals/index.html" alt="China" target="_new"&gt;China&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;0&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="bold" align="center"&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="OnSkyBlue"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=kor/medals/index.html" alt="KOR" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/flags/s/KOR.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=kor/medals/index.html" alt="South Korea" target="_new"&gt;South Korea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;0&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="bold" align="center"&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=aus/medals/index.html" alt="AUS" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/imgml/flags/s/AUS.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/countries/country=aus/medals/index.html" alt="Australia" target="_new"&gt;Australia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;0&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="bold" align="center"&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-2087384414506926766?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2087384414506926766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=2087384414506926766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2087384414506926766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2087384414506926766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympic-update.html' title='Olympic Update'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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Having Chai Latte and Doughnuts this morning. MmMmMM  Well, just the Chai and Doughnuts part. I happen to hate the morning. But Chai and Doughnuts make it bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is a good sign about moving the fact that Tony immediately got a job without even an interview, I got an immediate job without even an interview (which is just part time at a daycare), and I applied for one and only one job at 3:00 which by 7:30 the next morning I had a reply back from someone saying they want to see me about it.  That one I am really excited about actually. I'm trying not to get my hopes up too much about it, but just the fact that I got a response makes me happy. It is at the &lt;a href="http://www.taylorcrossingvet.vetsuite.com/Templates/ContentPages/Clinic_Info/TourClinicContent.aspx"&gt;Taylor Crossing Animal Hospital&lt;/a&gt;. It's one of the best Animal Hospitals I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;What's funny is I applied for it without knowing it is the same animal hospital I used to stand on our friend Meredith's balcony (her balcony happened to look over the hospital's backyard where they would constantly have dogs out playing with them) thinking "I would love to work there" I have tried to get a job at the vet's around here for so long. We shall see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great thing about this moving stuff is I am going through EVERYthing and organizing and throwing away and putting in my sister's garage sale. I mean EVERYthing. Drawer's, clothes, toys, books... It's very refreshing. I'm trying to be ruthless about it. There is always those things you look at and say "well, I might need it one day".  That is the junk devil trying to get you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Olympics start tonight and that means I get to do frequent medal counts on my blog again! Oh the joy of life's simple pleasures. Well it won't be much joy if the U.S. does poorly, but I'm crossing my fingers that won't happen! My DVR is going to be SO full of Olympic goodness. That's how I'm spending my Friday night tonight! I have a feeling I"m going to have no night life for a few weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we are going to Tony's grandmother's birthday party. She's going to be 85 years old. I hope and pray to God that I am like her if I am fortunate enough to live that long. That woman... she is unstoppable. Has so much energy and no big health problems. Must be the Mexcian blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I'm hoping Steph and I will be going to a make-up party, and then to see Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. I don't say it often, but I really need some GIRLY girl time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meredith and Lauran got me a ticket to go with them to go to the So You Think You Can Dance tour in Pensacola with them in November as a "moving present"!! Wooo! I'm so excited to see the top 10 dance again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am off to make lunch for the rugrats. I hope everyone has a GREAT weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-4551951127381605592?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4551951127381605592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=4551951127381605592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/4551951127381605592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/4551951127381605592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/08/moving-in-right-direction.html' title='Moving In The Right Direction'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-8254083347478297525</id><published>2008-08-06T21:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:54:47.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Heaven</title><content type='html'>I'm great right now because I'm on a high from SYTYCD....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and right now Apollo Anton Ohno is on Project Runway and they are doing Olympics inspired stuff.  (I was a complete Ohno FREAK last winter Olympics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/dies happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-8254083347478297525?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8254083347478297525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=8254083347478297525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/8254083347478297525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/8254083347478297525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/08/tv-heaven.html' title='TV Heaven'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-2816408843028394888</id><published>2008-08-06T08:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:42:20.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Little Something</title><content type='html'>to brighten your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tenreasonsitwouldruletodateaunicorn.com/"&gt;10 Reasons It Would Rule To Date A Unicorn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-2816408843028394888?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2816408843028394888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=2816408843028394888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2816408843028394888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2816408843028394888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-little-something.html' title='Just A Little Something'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-2500902353528659591</id><published>2008-07-30T22:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:06:29.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SYTYCD</title><content type='html'>Sigh. I knew after last week it would be tough.&lt;br /&gt;I love every single dancer on SYTYCD. They are all my favorite. I don't want any one of them to go home. I don't even know who I'm going to vote for!&lt;br /&gt;Poop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-2500902353528659591?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2500902353528659591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=2500902353528659591' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2500902353528659591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2500902353528659591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/07/sytycd.html' title='SYTYCD'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-5746616920587846705</id><published>2008-07-29T22:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:12:59.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeeeeeeeee!!!!!</title><content type='html'>*SQUEE!!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sBGbKCm_pQQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sBGbKCm_pQQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to Mikey showing me the trailer now I'm terribly excited about Wolverine because it is going to have GAMBIT IN IT!!! He has always been my favorite. Always!!!! /dies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-5746616920587846705?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5746616920587846705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=5746616920587846705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5746616920587846705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5746616920587846705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/07/weeeeeeeeeee.html' title='Weeeeeeeeeee!!!!!'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-2969113561576352034</id><published>2008-07-28T21:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:12:54.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random, Boredom</title><content type='html'>Ok I'm totally addicted to Gilmore Girls. I didn't think it would be this good. The writing is just genius. It is keeping me from packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving FFIV for the DS. It makes me so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry and am excited about having a peanut butter sandwhich in just a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go through periods of ultimate stress and ultimate sadness about moving, but OVERALL I am am extremely excited and optimistic.(It is big for me to actually be optimistic about something) I believe it is the start of something great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jones Cream Soda is like crack to me. I get it every now and then for a special treat. A four pack usually dosen't last more than a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO EXCITED about the Olympics. I can feel it in my bones. The time is drawing near.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-2969113561576352034?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2969113561576352034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=2969113561576352034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2969113561576352034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2969113561576352034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-boredom.html' title='Random, Boredom'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-7805582692689273001</id><published>2008-07-21T08:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T09:28:17.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At The Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SISVqoFgb1I/AAAAAAAAADo/CZd_llHPLU0/s1600-h/l_c868da17a65dcb59c9445050c1b97dcd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SISVqoFgb1I/AAAAAAAAADo/CZd_llHPLU0/s320/l_c868da17a65dcb59c9445050c1b97dcd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225466027204177746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I surely didn't get enough sleep last night but I woke up all sick this morning so I'm up. I think I'll take a nap on the couch in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sad and nervous about moving. I cried all day yesterday because it finally hit me now that I am home from vacation. I'm terribly excited too, it just killed me to tell the few people left that didn't know and it kills me to think about leaving the friends I have here. Some people's reactions killed me too. I mean why would you ever not be supportive? When half of my friends moved away, even my best friend - my brother - I died inside, but I never showed it until maybe later when you can have those miss you moments. But I never told them not to move. Because I knew it was the best thing for them to do. And I maybe even secretly wished I had the guts to do the same thing. Well now I do. Oh well I just keep telling myself that they do it because they will miss me so much, and that if they are a good enough friend, they will remain friends with you no matter where you move. It will just be really hard if that turns out to not be true with some people. (disclaimer: I am not talking about anyone of you!)  I am extremely grateful to everyone who reacted in a positive way. I really needed it and it has helped me out a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me into some trouble letting Tony post it when I was gone on vacation, but he called me and was so freakin' excited to do it  I had to let him. I think what makes me happiest is how excited Tony is about all of this. He really needs this. We both do, but it's just great to see him get so excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony, Shannon and I are finally going to get to see Batman today, that makes me sooo happy. This is the movie I have been most excited to see for forever so I can't wait. I didn't get to see it opening night, but I was at the beach, and I'm sure I'll go see it 5 more times, so that will make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, our beach vacation wasn't all it was cracked up to be. I mean we had some GREAT times. Lots and lots of memories and laughs and love. But wow, some of it was NOT fun. I have blocked most of that out though, trying not to let it ruin the experience! It could have been alot better!! The good thing is that now we know--for next time--it will be better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished The Host before we left. It was really good, but it could have been ALOT shorter. I got so bored during the middle of the book I thought seriously about skipping some pages, and I probably did. I mean that is a huge book, and I really don't think it needs to be quite that big. Had a great ending though, which I was really scared about. It was so original too, I've never read anything like that. I don't know how they would do it, but it would make a fantastic movie. I started The Wedding Machine on vacation and so far I love it. I'm only 25 pages in! It just reminds me so much of my group of friends, it should be a fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Shannon and I are having dinner with Steph, which makes me happy. I don't know how I shall live day-to-day without my little Mexican living right down the road from me.  :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-7805582692689273001?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7805582692689273001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=7805582692689273001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/7805582692689273001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/7805582692689273001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/07/at-moment.html' title='At The Moment'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SISVqoFgb1I/AAAAAAAAADo/CZd_llHPLU0/s72-c/l_c868da17a65dcb59c9445050c1b97dcd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-5915300565636214349</id><published>2008-07-15T19:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T19:29:46.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Vacation</title><content type='html'>We leave tomorrow for Gulf Shores. I am looking forward to reading and playing on the beach, getting some sun, having some fun colored drinks, wearing my new cute outfits, having fun with the girls, and thinking about absolutely nothing. Or maybe thinking about lots of things, who knows? That could be a good thing. The point is I'll be on THE BEACH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon and I got pedicure's today. I named the color "Melt Your Eyes Pink". Because when can you do that except when you go to the beach? I love it. I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SH1AIVXgBJI/AAAAAAAAADg/jeRlbS7zrRE/s1600-h/100_2281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SH1AIVXgBJI/AAAAAAAAADg/jeRlbS7zrRE/s320/100_2281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223401654738486418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried when I get back my husband will just be a skeleton. He just mopes around and even sometimes forgets to eat when I'm gone. So if you get an inkling, come knock on our door and make him go outside for a while and make sure he's eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to go pack. I get to pick out my two new books I'm taking to the beach. I'm in the mood for a fun beachy read. I hope everyone has a great Batman-y weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-5915300565636214349?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5915300565636214349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=5915300565636214349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5915300565636214349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5915300565636214349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-vacation.html' title='Hello, Vacation'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SH1AIVXgBJI/AAAAAAAAADg/jeRlbS7zrRE/s72-c/100_2281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-6335211894862621447</id><published>2008-07-14T20:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:08:38.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>E3</title><content type='html'>Well I was going to blog about our trip to Montgomery, but I think I said it all in pictures on myspace and photoblog. It's too much to blog about. It would take me 3 years, and then I would forget something and be mad that I forgot it! It was a FANTASTIC trip!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm terribly excited about our trip to Gulf Shores. Shannon and I went shopping today and I think I finally have everything I need. I got new clothes in Montgomery, and I got new clothes today, I am happy! I finally feel cool enough for the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony and I watched the video from the E3 convention (the Electronic Entertainment Expo) and were freaking-out.&lt;br /&gt;Just some highlights were :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-TheXBox 360 getting a system overhaul. The menu's are different, new features, etc. I am so glad because it seems to be so much more organized now. I have been playing the 360 for so long and sometimes it still takes me a while to find things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We get "Mii's" like on the Wii. Of course they call them Avatar's, but I will always call them Mii's. They are going to be interactive. When a friend gets online, their Mii will pop up. There will be games you can play online with other people's Mii's and your Mii. And they are so customizable! This makes a girl happier than a guy. We're all about the customization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Netflix!!! If I have a subscription to Netflix, you can do it on the XBox now. You don't even have to wait for them in the mail. I can download the movies from my XBox. AND, I can watch a movie, and invite you to watch it with me!! You can be sitting on your couch, I can be sitting on mine, and we can watch a movie together! /dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-All the new GAMES!!!!!!!!!! The end of the year, no one will ever see me because so much stuff is coming out that I want. FFXIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok sorry geek out moment. Fable 2, Lips looks too fun-you can plug your ipod into the XBox and do karoke with your own songs,- RockBand 2, LotR: Conquest, You're In The Movies-you do alot of motion-reading mini games and then it combines it all and puts you into a movie-, and I'm sure there is more I can't think of.   /excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should go to Pieworks. It is soooooooooo GOOD. It's one of my new favorite resturants. (and that's a short list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see Hellboy 2 the other day. It was a fun popcorn movie. I absolutely loved the prince in it. But I have a thing for elves so... yeah. I hate Selma Blair, but it was a fun take-your-mind-off-things 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Jones Cream Soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SHv4TdMzxXI/AAAAAAAAADY/K8Z3JVghJ8w/s1600-h/100_2275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SHv4TdMzxXI/AAAAAAAAADY/K8Z3JVghJ8w/s320/100_2275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223041206005777778" 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/763370447327351372-6335211894862621447?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6335211894862621447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=6335211894862621447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/6335211894862621447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/6335211894862621447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/07/e3.html' title='E3'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SHv4TdMzxXI/AAAAAAAAADY/K8Z3JVghJ8w/s72-c/100_2275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-2550857147381451696</id><published>2008-07-13T12:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T13:03:33.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a dork, get over it.</title><content type='html'>Two things I am excited about at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this video. Every time it comes on TV I have to stop and watch it. Makes me laugh every time. You have to be pretty familiar with the recent youtube craze to get it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/063FXpciDLg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/063FXpciDLg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this isn't an "at the moment" thing. I have been waiting on this game forever and the time of it's release is getting closer and I AM SO EXCITED. *squee!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/asvKQOJZXcs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/asvKQOJZXcs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-2550857147381451696?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2550857147381451696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=2550857147381451696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2550857147381451696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2550857147381451696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-dork-get-over-it.html' title='I&apos;m a dork, get over it.'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-4580462448176437527</id><published>2008-07-11T10:25:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T11:06:10.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/waSa7TXWgLY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/waSa7TXWgLY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infamous briefcase dance. The main reason I love this show is not for the dance, but for the passion I see in these people's eyes and faces and movements when they dance. This is also the reason I have finally decided Chelsea H is my favorite. She literally made me cry when I watched this a few weeks back on So You Think You Can Dance, not only because it is a beautiful song and dance, but the absolute amazing heart wrenching passion that is on her face and in her movements while she dances it.  She always has that. Not to mention the fact that she is a Salsa dancer and still takes over any style of dance they throw at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really made me think about what I am most passionate about, especially something that even compares to that. I'm talking deep, constant passion for something. For me it would be books, nature, video games (hey, it's a legitimate passion!). But mainly, wholly, fully, mind body and soul it would have to be horses. There is a constant hole in my heart from not being able to be with horses anymore. But if I were really that passionate about something wouldn't I do anything humanly possible to do it? I mean sure I can't afford them and have no place to put them, but what am I really working on to be able to have them again? These dancers would rather die than not be able to dance. Literally, die. I feel like I used to have that, but don't anymore. Hopefully I can find a way back to my passion someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can only hope to be this passionate about something in our lives. Thank God if you know what that something is, and get on your knees and thank him if you are actually able to do that something in your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-4580462448176437527?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4580462448176437527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=4580462448176437527' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/4580462448176437527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/4580462448176437527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/07/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-6899106286490093213</id><published>2008-07-01T23:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T00:48:58.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hancock</title><content type='html'>Well I got home from babysitting, layed on the couch and went right to sleep without meaning to. At 7:30 Tony woke me up and said come on we're going to see Hancock with our friends Dave, Chester, and Priscilla. Who am I to argue? I was so excited to see it I'd give up a night of much needed packing and shopping and washing clothes for it. Little did I know what a great trade off I was getting!!!!&lt;br /&gt;You know why I loved Hancock SO much? It was SO O-R-I-G-I-N-A-L. Which is unheard of these days, especially with a superhero movie.&lt;br /&gt;It had fantastic special effects, great acting, and an epic and compelling story. Left me salivating for a sequel.&lt;br /&gt;FAN. BA FREAKING. TASTIC.&lt;br /&gt;You think you know going into it. That it's going to be a fun popcorn Hancock movie. Well, it is that.&lt;br /&gt;And so much more.&lt;br /&gt;I must pack, so that is all.&lt;br /&gt;We leave tomorrow yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a GREAT 4TH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-6899106286490093213?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6899106286490093213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=6899106286490093213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/6899106286490093213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/6899106286490093213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/07/hancock.html' title='Hancock'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-4388400223225724988</id><published>2008-06-30T14:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T15:29:08.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to do, so little time</title><content type='html'>Well it wouldn't be a problem if I hadn't procrastinated!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave for Montgomery on Wednesday and there is still so much I have to do. I have to make sure the house is very very clean ,because I cannot leave a house that isn't completely clean when I go away on a trip. It just makes me feel too good to come back and walk into a meticulous house after being away. Especially not to have to worry about that when you get back from a vacation! This part I'm not too worried about, because I can do that while the kids are here (well, except for the guest room which they occupy) and I do have a good start on that today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to, HAVE to go shopping to get me some shorts, capris, and a swimsuit. All of these things are very very very hard to find for me and will take a long time so I am not looking forward to that. Which makes me sad because normally I love shopping! Right now I'm just looking at it as something that has to be done. And that sucks because it takes all the fun away from it! But I"ll be happy if (IF) I go and am actually able to find things I am happy with. *chalks "shopping not fun anymore" as yet another reason to get my butt to working out*    sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening we have to go to Tony's parents. Tomorrow I have to go babysit all day out in Downsville. And the guys want to maybe go see a movie tomorrow evening. As much as I want to see another one of my movies, I think it'll have to wait until I get back. So I'll have to cram all this shopping (and packing!!!!) into tomorrow evening, the day before we leave. Atleast we don't have to leave for Montgomery until about 11 Wednesday. That will give me some extra time to pack if need-be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the girls were being good but now they are driving me crazy, and I found out my mom was majorly sick for a couple of days and had a scare and made me cry so now I'm just stressed out!  It'll all be good when it's Wednesday when we are leaving, I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In happy news, I have had my DVR set to capture ALL of the Olympic trials, so I have been in absolute heaven watching all of them! Woooot!&lt;br /&gt;We have SO many front runners going into the Olympics this year. So many world champion title holders (most have held it the past 4 years or so). And we have already broken the world record several times in just the trials that I have watched. We are going to have some very very good teams.&lt;br /&gt;The men's 400M swimming finals between Phelps and Lochte was AMAZING. The crowd was going crazier than the superbowl, I was on the edge of my seat cheering, and they BOTH broke the world record. And that's not even those two going as fast as they can. I can't wait to see what they do at the Olympics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-4388400223225724988?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4388400223225724988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=4388400223225724988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/4388400223225724988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/4388400223225724988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-much-to-do-so-little-time.html' title='So much to do, so little time'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-2907832240520356200</id><published>2008-06-28T18:33:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T20:34:16.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Smart &amp; a dream come true</title><content type='html'>Get Smart was really fun and funny and, well, smart.&lt;br /&gt;The acting was fantastic and The Rock was HOT. I mean I always think he's hot, but suits and sunglasses do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;It had alot of ahhhh *covers eyes with hands* moments whether due to gross stuff or stuff that looked like it hurt (mostly that one) but you're always laughing when you do it.&lt;br /&gt;Steve Carell is a subtle genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I"m sorry I'm a huge dork but my dreams came true today when Blizzard announced DIABLO III   !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;This is the first real real game (especially computer game) that I played that really got me into gaming. I mean I had been playing the Final Fantasies, and a couple other games, but Diablo really is the reason I'm a huge gamer today, even of MMO's and such. Diablo II is the reason Tony fell in love with me, way back in 2000, when he came in one day to see BJ and saw me stay up until 1 in the morning playing that. I would even bat at him and tell him to go away if he tried to talk to me. I had friends on Battle.net (the server the game is run on) and we would have the most fun. That means I've been waiting on another installment of one of my favorite games for 8 years. Ok I'm going to shut up now because I'm the biggest dork but I am SO EXCITED. I fell on the floor literally when Tony told me and I was so excited I was shaking. /sigh. I also had to call my brother and freak out with him. And thank him. He was the only one with a computer way back in the day, so he had to deal with his little sister staying in his room until ungodly hours in the morning playing Diablo II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SGbSoohK-DI/AAAAAAAAADQ/uoLzcbhyC7c/s1600-h/diablo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SGbSoohK-DI/AAAAAAAAADQ/uoLzcbhyC7c/s320/diablo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217088813868447794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am awesome because I took that picture with my camera looking at the computer.&lt;br /&gt;That is all, I"m tired! It's been a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-2907832240520356200?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2907832240520356200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=2907832240520356200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2907832240520356200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2907832240520356200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/06/get-smart.html' title='Get Smart &amp; a dream come true'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SGbSoohK-DI/AAAAAAAAADQ/uoLzcbhyC7c/s72-c/diablo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-1213027255354825631</id><published>2008-06-26T22:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:11:25.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer fun</title><content type='html'>You know what? I am having a great summer. Relaxation, a cool job, swimming, awesome trips, hanging out with friends.....it's pretty dandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many movies out I want to see! !All I wanna do this weekend is watch movies. I mean, I have all of Saturday free so there's no reason why I shouldn't atleast get to see one movie! I want to see Wall-E, Hancock, Get Smart and Wanted. I'll also have Monday and Tuesday night to go see something before we leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll eliminate Hancock until Montgomery. Because I think that would be an awesome one for us all to go see together while we are there. If we can't, then I'll see it when we get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really want to see Get Smart with a  group of people, so we might wait until we can get some peeps together for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I babysit, and then I have Friday night with no plans either. I don't remember the last time I had a weekend where I didn't have any plans. I am most defiantly NOT going to see a movie tomorrow night, with 2 big movies opening and 2 more that have just opened. I'm getting old and not liking to put up with big opening night movie crowds anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's the ONLY reason I'm not passing up a chance to go to Gulf freaking Shores to instead go see Batman! lol I have been waiting on that movie impatiently since, well, since I saw the first one. Batman has always been one of my top 3 favorite superhero's. But it'll be there when I get back, and with less crowds. I mean, it's Gulf Shores! Woooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in less than a week Tony and I will be heading out to Montgomery, Alabama where the wonderful Meredith and David reside. Road trip with my honey, woot!! I love traveling. I wish I could do it alllll the time. Its tradition for us to go to the Peden's (hehe, I can call them the Peden's now!) for the 4th of July. A few years back we went with a couple friends to Montgomery to spend 4th of July with them, and we had such a great time we made it a tradition right then and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get back it will be about a week and a half until I leave again with the girls to go to Gulf Shores. Partay! I can't wait to go to some cool restaurants and go swimming and chill on the beach with a book. It should be mucho funo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I gotta go catch up on my DVR before I get my beauty sleep. Gotta see who got kicked off So You Think You Can Dance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-1213027255354825631?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1213027255354825631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=1213027255354825631' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/1213027255354825631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/1213027255354825631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-fun.html' title='Summer fun'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-7487459386246999796</id><published>2008-06-23T22:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:30:16.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapbox</title><content type='html'>*commencing rant in 3......2.......1*&lt;br /&gt;*begin rant*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so mad at my Xbox I could spit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can play a game anywhere between 15-30 minutes before it starts giving me unable to read disc, or just freezes the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter if I've just achieved my greatest score on RockBand or if I've played through almost an entire level of Indiana Jones Legos. It dosen't care. It dosen't love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse Microsoft for putting out such pieces of crap for so much money. Curse them for owning the market of EVERYthing and so curse them for being able to do whatever they want. Curse empire's!!! *shakes fist*&lt;br /&gt;If we had enough money to buy an elite (in which *scarcastic voice*  ohhhh of course, they fix the problem and make an elite for even more money, of COURSE) then it would be fine. But we don't. We shouldn't HAVE TO. Our Xbox is only a year old. Barely. A year as of June 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*turns to the xbox*  You know what Xbox?? You know what??? The PS2 is better than you!! Yeah I said it! Your new name is the crapbox! Suck on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony is working on getting it sent off to either be fixed crappily, or have another crappy one sent to us.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather just burn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SGBqJ-CJwiI/AAAAAAAAADA/kBoAX3Jf2aE/s1600-h/100_1899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SGBqJ-CJwiI/AAAAAAAAADA/kBoAX3Jf2aE/s320/100_1899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215285087998427682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*end rant*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-7487459386246999796?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7487459386246999796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=7487459386246999796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/7487459386246999796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/7487459386246999796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/06/crapbox.html' title='Crapbox'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SGBqJ-CJwiI/AAAAAAAAADA/kBoAX3Jf2aE/s72-c/100_1899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-319410590315474954</id><published>2008-06-23T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:34:36.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>is being locked out of your apt.&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say I'm grumpy today. We've been locked out since 1:00 yesterday afternoon. I'm too tired and hungry and grumpy to go into how it happened, it dosen't matter anyway. We stayed at the in-laws, atleast I had a kitten to play with and cable in our room.&lt;br /&gt;I was very proud of myself though because after the initial mad/sad of realizing what happened, I switched gears and tried my very best to make it lighthearted and cheer Tony up. Cause he was REALLY mad. lol  But it worked, I put him in a good mood and then we had a good day, all things considering. I was proud of myself for being strong ;)&lt;br /&gt;Also, yesterday did hold hidden blessings. It's always nice when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't sleep very well, didn't have a toothbrush, didn't have things to sleep in , didn't have contact solution, ready to be home, my house is sooo messy cause I was going to clean yesterday, etc  so I'm going to fix everything now! I'm sure I'll feel better after all that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-319410590315474954?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/319410590315474954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=319410590315474954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/319410590315474954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/319410590315474954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/06/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-508958416116073749</id><published>2008-06-20T10:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:50:51.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies galore</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was the true dork that I am. After getting terribly excited about and going to the opening of Best Buy, what did I walk out with? Another step towards completing my Star Trek: The Next Generation movie's collection...Star Trek: Insurrection.  /shrug. What can I say, Picard floats my boat. (I got it for 10 bucks! eat that FYE!) How do I know Tony is the one for me? He walked out with the complete collection of the Star Trek original movies. (for 40 bucks! woooot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm eating cinnamon rolls and watching Fern Gully. I love this job. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/winky.gif" /&gt;  I burned myself though, that's not cool.&lt;br /&gt;Later we're going with our personal librarian to the library. I gotta make it quick because she is expensive and charges by the minute. hehe. yay for books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we are going to Abigail's birthday party! I got her the Mr. Bean movie/Johnny English combo pack for her birthday. (We are both huge Rowan Atkinson fans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've been on a movie watching spree lately. yay for movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday Tony, I, Laura Michelle and Mikey went to see The Hulk. It was indeed great. It was really slow, but then again it's The Hulk and it's going to be slower than most Marvel movies cause that's just the story. It dosen't compare to Iron Man, lol, which I want to see again even though I saw it twice in theaters, but it was a great movie. Very well made. I loved Edward Norton as The Hulk. He fit the part. Liv Tyler was a great Marvel damsel as well. Even though she used Arwen voice all the way through so I kept thinking Arwen. (not that that's a bad thing) The cameo at the end just made my day. That was my favorite part. It's not going to be one I scramble to buy when it comes out, even though I would want it for the collection. Tony will scramble though I'm sure, he's always been a huge Hulk fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope they continue with the "plan" to do the other two movies, and then come out with The Avengers' movie. A Captain America movie would rock my socks. I mean, a super soldier in WWII? That's all the idea you need for a great movie. Thor would worry me though. It would be hard not to make that too terribly cheesy. I mean like Mikey summed it up when I was trying to explain why I was worried , it would be like a movie about Fabio in outer space with a hammer. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt; But that would just be such an awesome idea. Do all 4 character movies and then a big one bringing them all together? Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I was off and Abigail was off so I went over there to hang out and watch movies. That made me happy cause I hardly ever get to hang out with just her like that. We rented The Other Boleyn Girl, Be Kind Rewind, and August Rush. I can say right now that at the end of the day we were terribly excited because we loved all three!! That hardly ever happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defiantly not everyone will like Boleyn. I have an affinity for period pieces....BUT, I still am objective towards them. (my hatred for Marie Antoinette comes to mind) This story was awesome. Especially once it got going. It had depth, kept you guessing and kept it interesting. You would hate one character one minute and then feel for them the next. I also love good stories about history and this was a story that I never heard told.  History buffs would probably know, but I didn't know it led to what it did at the end. I had an inkling when I heard her name, but didn't know for sure, so it was an added bonus that I felt like I had learned something new after I watched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. What can I say about Be Kind Rewind. I have been wanting to see this movie since I first saw the preview so long ago. I absolutely love Jack Black and Mos Def, so that was a big plus, but it was also my kind of humor. I thought of my brother alllll throughout the movie, because it is so "us". It makes me laugh just thinking about it. I knew it was going to be funny, but I didn't know it was going to be such a great feel good story as well. Loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August Rush was cute and all feel-goody. The beginning bored me because it was really slow, but once it got going it was great. One of those movies you keep wanting to yell at because you want the people to find each other, and they miss each other a couple times, or meet with out knowing who they really are, etc. Abs and I kept yelling "turn around!!!!"  "dont go that way!!!" , etc. Especially for music lovers, and especially especially for anyone who has ever played an instrument, you have to see it. Kerri Russell and Jonathan Rhys Meyers were fantastic. Freddie Highmore never ceases to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the movie is over so I gotta go entertain some kids. A happy weekend to all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-508958416116073749?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/508958416116073749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=508958416116073749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/508958416116073749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/508958416116073749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/06/movies-galore.html' title='Movies galore'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-4880225871140936239</id><published>2008-06-17T17:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:18:26.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New 'do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SFg3TeAPwPI/AAAAAAAAACw/K1jDSOYeWsM/s1600-h/100_1886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SFg3TeAPwPI/AAAAAAAAACw/K1jDSOYeWsM/s320/100_1886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212977376292487410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm batting for the brunette team now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-4880225871140936239?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4880225871140936239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=4880225871140936239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/4880225871140936239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/4880225871140936239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-do.html' title='New &apos;do'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SFg3TeAPwPI/AAAAAAAAACw/K1jDSOYeWsM/s72-c/100_1886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-5135837023296143267</id><published>2008-06-16T18:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:51:19.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*growls*</title><content type='html'>So my tummy said.  30 minutes seems soooooooooooo long when your waiting on chicken, biscuits, black eyed peas, mashed taters and gravy to cook! I'm starving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids gave me my money's worth today. O. M. G.  Sheri sprung Brittany on me. So I had all of my nieces, 3 girls, all around the same ages, to babysit. They don't get to see Brittany much so that made them 10x's more hyper. Brittany is a bossy demon so that made babysitting 10x's harder. They got into so many fights. I couldn't even go to the bathroom without one of them knocking on the door yelling my name for something. *takes a deep breath*  5:00 couldn't have come soon enough today. But, it's over now, and I have a huge sense of accomplishment. And I got ALL the housework done (and it was alot) so I have all day tomorrow to do whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of tomorrow, I get to see The Hulk finally! We saw too many this weekend to go see The Hulk too, and we decided we wanted to go when it wasn't as crowded, and then we were like, hello, cheap Tuesday! I was never a huge Hulk fan (Tony is and he's dying to go) but there's nothing I love more than my superhero movies. Hopefully we'll be going with Mikey and Laura Michelle , yay I miss them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think also tomorrow I shall go do something that scares me, but that I think I will like. I'll let you know how it turns out ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-5135837023296143267?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5135837023296143267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=5135837023296143267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5135837023296143267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5135837023296143267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/06/growls.html' title='*growls*'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-5697241291030090432</id><published>2008-06-13T23:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T00:38:14.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>Today we saw 2 movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung Fu Panda: We took the kids and met Steph and Michael at the movie. We all loved it. Hilarious. You get what you expect from the previews. I don't think it would have been the same without Jack Black. Just knowing it's him and hearing his voice, and already knowing his mannerisms, made the tiniest things so funny. It was very much fun.  Tony and I took the girls to The Creamery to get burgers and ice cream. They had never been. It made them so happy they are totally in love with the place now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SFNPZyL973I/AAAAAAAAACY/3fcHiMXd1KQ/s1600-h/100_1851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SFNPZyL973I/AAAAAAAAACY/3fcHiMXd1KQ/s320/100_1851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211596498185088882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SFNPE-9eJsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y2RwOeqiWrc/s1600-h/100_1852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SFNPE-9eJsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y2RwOeqiWrc/s320/100_1852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211596140836693698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Happening: Later this evening Priscilla, Steph, Michael, Tony and I went to see The Happening. (was a perfect movie to see on Friday the 13th!!) It got mixed reviews all around but this is what I thought. Ok so I absolutely LOVE the message of this movie. I won't say why so I won't give anything away but if you really really really know me you'll know why. I am a bit biased because I love M. Night 's movies so much, but I really liked it. I really really liked the ending. It was probably one of my least favorite though, because of the stuff that is hard to watch. So I don't know if I could watch it again and if I did it would be a long time. I'm not a violence person, I mean I can handle alot, but I'm not the person that's like "COOL!" when I see someone's arm get ripped off. I can't handle seeing bodies full force land on the ground from 5 stories up or close ups of blood spurting out of gun shot wounds to the head or a car wrecking and bodies being thrown out of it, etc. I didn't expect to get that much in-your-face-can-they-really-show-that violence. The good thing is, you can defiantly tell when it's coming so you can close your eyes if you need to. I was also bored in parts, and I hate Mark Wahlberg so that took a little away, but I love Zooey Deshnel so that added a bit back. And again, I loved the crystal clear message that the movie is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very happy I got the X-Files preview! *squee!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SFNPs6-zyuI/AAAAAAAAACg/YFhVoR9VS-o/s1600-h/100_1857.JPG"&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/763370447327351372-5697241291030090432?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5697241291030090432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=5697241291030090432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5697241291030090432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5697241291030090432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/06/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SFNPZyL973I/AAAAAAAAACY/3fcHiMXd1KQ/s72-c/100_1851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-5220722901746322556</id><published>2008-06-12T17:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T23:24:40.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Edged Sword</title><content type='html'>It really sucks because I come here to blog but then I feel like half the things I want to say I've already said it all with Photoblog! (btw, I'm SO happy two more of my friends got a photoblog. The disease is spreading!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done much today, and it's been great. Tomorrow I will be babysitting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A headache is coming on. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/sad.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've gotten nothing accomplished today, but I know I get so much accomplished when I babysit that I can afford this one day. I even slept all the way till' 10:00! Barely. That is so late for me now. Weird. I've played some Sims, watched a lot of Bones Season 2 (dang I love that show). Had Sonic for the first time in a loooooooooooooooonng time. (and MAN was it good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know it's weird and I can't explain it but this babysitting thing has helped me out so much. I mean really.  I don't think that's worded right, maybe I mean the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;act&lt;/span&gt; of it. I guess.....the purpose. The new everyday things it has injected into my days, the challenge. To sit on my nice clean made-up bed after I've done all the house chores and the kids are finally quiet and playing for a couple of hours in the next room  and forces me to think about things I need/want to change and how to accomplish that. I don't know why it forces me to do so I guess it just motivates me to do so. And it's not just because I have a new "job". I've had that "new job motivation" before and it's never impacted me in this way. Maybe because it's a job right up my alley? /shrugs That sounds so simple and dumb to me but....Yeah, I'll just stop talking about this because I'm making no sense to myself in type! I tried. The point is good things lately, good things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My peace of mind has just been so dandy lately. I've been really happy and haven't even realized it. I mean I've realized it but I guess it's just been a gradual thing. I can't remember the last time I was depressed and used-to-be that happened very often. I mean it hasn't been a 24/7 thing of course, but wow at the difference in me lately. Something has changed but I can't put my finger on it. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Tony, Priscilla and I are supposed to be going to see The Happening. I'm excited about that because I am a HUGE M.Night fan! No matter what people have been saying about the movie, nothing would prevent me from going to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really must get to washing clothes-...... nah, you know what, I'll save that for when I need a break from the kids tomorrow. I'm going back to Bones, which I DON'T get to do while the kids are here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart2.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-5220722901746322556?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5220722901746322556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=5220722901746322556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5220722901746322556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5220722901746322556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/06/double-edged-sword.html' title='Double Edged Sword'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-5830013966779006429</id><published>2008-06-10T21:30:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:56:02.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>Well, following my disclaimer in my previous post, lol :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;I've been babysitting a whole lot for my sister lately. Every Mon, Wed and Fri are my days. (Except for circumstances like yesterday in which Sheri had something to do so they spent the night) I can't complain, I'm actually very happy about it. Sheri pays me very good money to feed the kids and read and play RockBand. Well it's alot more than that, they keep me running and tired, but there's no way I can complain about my "job".  I just have to remind myself of that someti - ok alot of times during the day. They are so freakin' cute and just melt my heart half the day. (like this morning when I crawled into bed with them and they snuggled up to me) But the other half I just want to put them in a room and tell them not to talk to me for about 3 hours! Sometimes they are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;impossible&lt;/span&gt; and I want to give them back to their mom very very very very very very very very very much!! They are also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;impossible&lt;/span&gt; to keep fed.  Do you know one reason I know Tony and I arn't ready for kids? We couldn't afford the grocery bill!!!!!! Anyway, Sheri has done so much for me that I am, in the end, happy to do it for her. Like I said, I'd be crazy to complain about it.  It's been an adventure I'll say that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually worry alot about motherhood. I worry that I'll never want kids. Babysitting has made me feel even more that way. And I'm getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paid&lt;/span&gt; to do it! I guess it's different though when they're your own kids. I mean I want kids, but I don't want kids. Does that make sense? I don't want to give up my "me" time. My alone time. I have lots of it and I love it. That's so selfish. I worry that something is wrong with me. Some nights I'll go to Tony just sobbing about fears of never wanting kids and not being a good mother. It's just weird. Some days I'll want to start a family so badly, but most days I don't. I'll get that twinge every now and then. I just haven't gotten to the point yet I guess where I believe I could do it. I'm alot further along than I used to be, but no where near I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; I should be. I mean, shouldn't a 27 year old woman who has been married for 4 years be ready? /Sigh. But I think alot of it has to do with, if Tony and I had a baby right now, we would be screwed. Because we do not have the money for that. I think once we get in a good place job and money wise, I'll feel alot differently.  I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SE9L10T6nOI/AAAAAAAAACI/QVhidMKr5IY/s1600-h/100_1742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SE9L10T6nOI/AAAAAAAAACI/QVhidMKr5IY/s320/100_1742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210466681838279906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very very happy I got to spend lots of time with my other sister Kristy when she was in town. The last few times I have either completely missed her or only seen her for a second. So it's been a long long time since I got to spend a good bit of time with her. Truthfully it's because I just didn't make it a top priority to see her, but this time I did. I told everyone I couldn't do anything Saturday night cause I was spending it with her and Sheri.  It made me feel so good because I never thought I spent enough time with the family. Especially my sisters. I mean I would go out to Calhoun every weekend to see the parents before they left on their big trip, (and Sheri because she would be out there every weekend as well) and Kristy lives in Missouri so I hardly get to see her anyway, but I still felt like I didn't talk to enough/spend enough time with them. I know I don't call/email Kristy enough. I think because there is a really big age difference between my sisters and I, so it just took a while for me to want to keep in touch with them more.  I've always thought family was #1, but, I guess with age you realize even more how important they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SE9LJOoGCNI/AAAAAAAAACA/QYrE-kE2lY4/s1600-h/100_1739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SE9LJOoGCNI/AAAAAAAAACA/QYrE-kE2lY4/s320/100_1739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210465915808123090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I drove up to Sheri's house, all four kids, my nieces and nephew, were out in the driveway waiting on me and ran up to hug me. It did my heart good. I could not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; how much my nephew and niece had grown. Christopher is  a freshman in high school now, and he is so .....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grown up. &lt;/span&gt;Not annoying in the slightest (which is huge cause he was a very annoying child and pre-teen), holding just regular adult conversations with me.....crazy. Brittany is the cutest thing EVER. I told Kristy she was staying with me and I was going to adopt her. I wouldn't really though cause she is a MESS. I'd rather babysit Tyler and Rachel than Brit anyday. lol! I did my good deed for the month too, Sunday I kept all four kids at my house while Sheri and Kristy stole away to go see Sex &amp;amp; The City together. It just made their year. You should have seen all four kids from ages 7 to 15 playing RockBand. hahahaha  That was a crazy 2 and a half hours here at the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing lots of Indiana Jones Legos on Xbox. It's great of course, but I can't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wait &lt;/span&gt;for Batman Legos!!!&lt;br /&gt;I finished Amber and Blood and sadly, it didn't do much for me. :(  It was amazing to see so much of the gods' points of view, cause we never see that in Dragonlance, but that was about all that was amazing. I'm used to Dragonlance wowing me. This one just fell flat. I kept waiting for that gasp moment or....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;. That made me sad.  NOT to mention the fact that they need to hire me as an editor (or whoever the person who catches mistakes is called) at wizards of the coast because there were SO many mistakes (even a paragraph printed twice) in that book it was so distracting. It made me mad cause I'm a freak about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lots more to blog about but this is way long as it is and that just gives me more for another day. I guess one good thing about going so long w/out blogging is you have alot to say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-5830013966779006429?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5830013966779006429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=5830013966779006429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5830013966779006429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5830013966779006429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/06/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SE9L10T6nOI/AAAAAAAAACI/QVhidMKr5IY/s72-c/100_1742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-6548959432641425200</id><published>2008-06-10T15:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:56:23.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disclaimer</title><content type='html'>Ok I had this whole post written about asking for advice on what I should do because I've been feeling the need to blog again. I haven't felt the need in a long while because of photoblog, which allows me to put one or more pics up, and give a quick description of my day. I LOVE it. (the link is in my links if you somehow missed when I talked about it long ago. Mark, I especially wish you would get one or atleast check mine every now and then because I know you love stuff like that!) But sometimes, I need to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only on here I usually feel self conscious when I blog because everyone puts so much effort into theirs, whether it be pictures, videos, book reviews, or just a huge update on all the big stuff that's been happening in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well usually, nothing big is going on in my life and when I blog, I usually like to talk about what I did that day, whether it be to vent, or how I feel like poo, a cool video game I played, or complain about how smelly Tony's feet are. Even if it's "today, I had the most delicious peanut butter sandwhich. The End." I just don't feel like I can do that on here. That's one of the reasons I went to back to Xanga a while ago because it's a very simple "day to day" blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I had to remember blogging is for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;.  If it makes you feel better, or even just helps you pass the time when your bored, then that's all that matters! Besides, I can only hope that the people who read this love me so much I could talk about how fast my grass is growing and still be ok with it  ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I defiantly will be blogging more, even if on some days I love my photoblog so much I just re-post it on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is just a disclaimer that every now and then I will surprise you with a witty, amazing, edge of your seat blog. But most of the time, I'll just be eating peanut butter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-6548959432641425200?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6548959432641425200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=6548959432641425200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/6548959432641425200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/6548959432641425200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/06/disclaimer.html' title='Disclaimer'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-2975300720624737041</id><published>2008-06-06T12:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T12:13:23.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SElwJjQnjhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zqMV7jLqRws/s1600-h/land_Glazed-Donut_02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SElwJjQnjhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zqMV7jLqRws/s320/land_Glazed-Donut_02.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208817753416764946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I not know this day exsisted? It's seriously National Doughnut Day today. An excuse to eat doughnuts? This is my most favorite day ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;National Donut                       Day&lt;/em&gt; is celebrated on the first Friday in June. In                       1917, Salvation Army female volunteers known as “lassies” prepared                       thousands of fresh donuts to the homesick soldiers that                       served in France during World War I. National Donut Day                       was officially established in 1938 by the Chicago Salvation                       Army to raise much-needed funds during the Great Depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case your traveling, and you still want to take part in National Doughnut Day here are some translations for ya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="style" style="margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Italy = fritole&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Montenegro = ustipci&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mexico = churrro&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turkey = lokma&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;France = beignet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Germany = krapfen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hungary = langos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;India = balushai&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Netherlands = oliebollen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to cap it off, some doughnut facts! (I think I want to move to Canada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="style" style="margin-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the U.S. alone, more than 10 billion donuts are made                       every year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The largest donut ever made was an American-style jelly                       donut weighing 1.7 tons, which was 16 feet in diameter                       and 16 inches high in the center.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Per capita, Canada has more donut shops than any other                       country, and also consumes the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hole in the donut's center appeared in the first                       half of the 19th Century.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adolph Levitt invented the first donut machine in 1920.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Americans consume 10 billion donuts annually.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-2975300720624737041?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2975300720624737041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=2975300720624737041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2975300720624737041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2975300720624737041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/06/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SElwJjQnjhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zqMV7jLqRws/s72-c/land_Glazed-Donut_02.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-8078383261368933607</id><published>2008-05-30T17:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T17:59:34.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The big &lt;4&gt;</title><content type='html'>Wow. Has it really been 4 years? It feels like just yesterday Tony and I got married. So far so good, as much as we've been through together we have defiantly stood the test. I can make it through anything as long as he's holding my hand.&lt;br /&gt;I love you soul-mate, happy anniversary to us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-8078383261368933607?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8078383261368933607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=8078383261368933607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/8078383261368933607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/8078383261368933607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-flies.html' title='The big &lt;4&gt;'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-1940379065728703929</id><published>2008-04-23T01:40:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T02:06:03.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie</title><content type='html'>I got my bookshelves and my books up today, that made me extremely happy. It is my most favorite thing having my books around me again. I can't even put into words. Having ALL my stuff around me again! The place is coming together. I have been thinking of nothing but "house" things lately. As in what shower curtain will go with what rug and standing in one spot for 30 minutes trying to decide whether I should put that here, or that there. Exciting. Well, it has been for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed preview night of Sugar to see company that I NEVER get to see and have been missing ALOT lately. I haven't missed a preview night of Tony's or BJ's shows....ever. So it was really weird. Well, I'll be seeing it about 5 times anyway so I'm sure that'll make up for it. Won't beat Beauty and the Beasts record, but, hey, that was the unparalleled B&amp;amp;tB. (but of course I am biased seeing as how I spend my life with the "Beast")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have alot of busy wedding oriented weekends coming up, busy busy. But that's ok cause that means I get to see my friends from out of town! This makes me happy. I have been very very happy lately. Maybe most of that is due to finally having a DVR and HBO. I've been having way too much fun with it.  No but really, I feel like I am going through a major healing process. It's nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I've had to deal with a pouty needy sicky husband! I can't complain, he's so dang cute when he's sick!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SA7dtCU507I/AAAAAAAAABo/bV6l100RlXA/s1600-h/tony+sick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SA7dtCU507I/AAAAAAAAABo/bV6l100RlXA/s320/tony+sick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192331186193159090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, look at that face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok how sad am I, I was just going to put this on my photoblog, but I JUST now found the little button up there where you can stick a picture in here and not have to put it on photobucket first and then html it in. *shakes head*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, for some reason, lately I just can't seem to quench my THIRST!!! Ahhhh!! See what I resorted to today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SA7fbSU508I/AAAAAAAAABw/mKkmPzxsfnk/s1600-h/waterjug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SA7fbSU508I/AAAAAAAAABw/mKkmPzxsfnk/s320/waterjug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192333080273736642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Made me think of my brother, who always drinks water this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am up way too late so off to bed, just felt the need to post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-1940379065728703929?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1940379065728703929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=1940379065728703929' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/1940379065728703929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/1940379065728703929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/04/quickie.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/SA7dtCU507I/AAAAAAAAABo/bV6l100RlXA/s72-c/tony+sick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-31954433805960955</id><published>2008-04-11T21:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T21:25:14.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woooooooooooo!</title><content type='html'>We are 50% moved in!&lt;br /&gt;The other 50% to come tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna help, feel free!&lt;br /&gt;Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired I'm going to fall over dead! First my feet are going to fall off, then I'm going to fall over dead!&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-31954433805960955?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/31954433805960955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=31954433805960955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/31954433805960955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/31954433805960955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/04/woooooooooooo.html' title='Woooooooooooo!'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-5636437574479807143</id><published>2008-04-09T18:53:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:23:09.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoblog!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I have this photoblog now.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.photoblog.com/Sprilly20/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s great cause it’s just for putting up pics of whatever you want, and a brief summary about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m using it because, well for one, some of my friends and I are going to do this: http://photojojo.com/content/tutorials/project-365-take-a-photo-a-day/&lt;br /&gt;which sounds oh so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, it’s just a GREAT place to get your creativity out. I mean most of the time that’s what I want to do , blogwise, is put some pics up, and say a few things, and out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is MUCH easier to put pics up there than myspace, xanga, facebook, or blogger, (most of the time i have to keep resizing them to fit my blog well, i dont know if thats my layout or what, but i also dont have to load them to a separate thing like photobucket first, i can just do it straight from my computer, and photoblog automatically sizes them for you!) so I think I’m going to have alot of fun with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is it is not user restricted, so you can go look at what’s going on with me at any time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that my life is that interesting, just wanted to let you few know! And feel free to create one , it should be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-5636437574479807143?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5636437574479807143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=5636437574479807143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5636437574479807143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5636437574479807143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/04/photoblog.html' title='Photoblog!'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-8305338116006812073</id><published>2008-04-05T16:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T16:51:00.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GET THAT DUCK OFFA MY COUCH!!!!</title><content type='html'>This is just one of the many reasons he is my favorite nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/Xander.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-8305338116006812073?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8305338116006812073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=8305338116006812073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/8305338116006812073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/8305338116006812073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/04/get-that-duck-offa-my-couch_05.html' title='GET THAT DUCK OFFA MY COUCH!!!!'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-8250601922400942222</id><published>2008-04-02T14:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:34:00.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your daily dose of cuteness</title><content type='html'>See what I have to live with? I don't know how I get through every day surviving the cuteness. This also continues the "Tony can sleep anyhow - anyway saga. My horsey blanket and my stuffed horse "Nacho" were laying on the couch and he just grabbed them up and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/?action=view&amp;current=tonywithhishorsies22.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/tonywithhishorsies22.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-8250601922400942222?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8250601922400942222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=8250601922400942222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/8250601922400942222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/8250601922400942222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/04/your-daily-dose-of-cuteness_02.html' title='Your daily dose of cuteness'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-2781621167579839088</id><published>2008-03-27T20:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T20:49:04.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeful</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have had nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fantastic Easter. I love my family. Mom made chicken n dressing and ham and that always makes my day, no week, no month, no whole year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day we are getting closer to moving out so that makes me happy. Salvation is nigh. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weather is AMAZING. I love it so much. I just want to stay outside all day. I don't know if it's the weather or not (I'm sure it helps alot) But I am very refreshed and rejuvenated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Steph and I tickets to go see Panic at the Disco in Ruston , come April 17th. Tis her graduation present and my...um...present for being cool?  We are terribly excited. I want to go all emo cause that would be so fun and I'm never able to do it but we will see if I actually go to the trouble when the time comes. I might just settle for heavy eye liner. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony is planning a trip for just the 2 of us to go out west in June. Like around New Mexico or Arizona. That is his favorite part of the country and I have never been West (only East, North and South) so he wants me to see the awesomeness and I'm ok with that! I am so excited about it!!! I am so happy he's doing this for me. I didn't even ask, but he knows how much I love trips and how I've really been wanting an "us" trip for a long long long time. The last one of those we took was when he proposed to me in Dallas. Hopefully nothing will stand in the way of it from now until then. We will go either my birthday week or the week after. If we go my birthday week I won't be all depressed if alot of my friends arn't able to make it for my party. This is the first birthday I'm going to have in which alot of my friends live out of state. I wouldn't be so worried but most people are coming in for Meredith's wedding the week before so I doubt they would be able to come back so soon. Then again I might be sad if I don't get a party! So we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else, just moving along. It's all good in the hood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-2781621167579839088?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2781621167579839088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=2781621167579839088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2781621167579839088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2781621167579839088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/03/hopeful.html' title='Hopeful'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-6144446673365768170</id><published>2008-03-26T11:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T11:43:02.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will I ever</title><content type='html'>ever ever ever ever see Wicked? I want to so badly!!!! Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-6144446673365768170?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6144446673365768170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=6144446673365768170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/6144446673365768170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/6144446673365768170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/03/will-i-ever.html' title='Will I ever'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-3783638594001082162</id><published>2008-03-21T18:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T12:14:34.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a "Katie"</title><content type='html'>If you need a reason to go see Horton Hears A Who, here it is. The infamous furball, my hero, Katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xJkaKAIl_Fc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xJkaKAIl_Fc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-3783638594001082162?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3783638594001082162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=3783638594001082162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/3783638594001082162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/3783638594001082162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-want-katie.html' title='I want a &quot;Katie&quot;'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-5122619324674571023</id><published>2008-03-20T12:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T13:53:31.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RAWR</title><content type='html'>I am a person with eternal patience. I can wait however long to buy something, it takes me a long long time to get mad or frustrated with someone.  I'm loosing patience. Actually I've been out of patience for a while now, but it's really starting to get to me. It's just taking a long time to find that place. The next place Tony and I move, we are going to be there for a good long while. So we want it to be as perfect for us as possible. I have a long list of townhouses and apartments we've been weeding through...with nothing but disappointments so far. Saturday we are going to take that whole day to go look...and we still have some pretty promising places. Hopefully one will click with us. Sigh, I cannot wait. It makes my soul want to burst with joy just thinking about it. I will be so happy! To have all my things in one place again instead of spread out for so long I don't even remember what all I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I will be wanting to decide whether to find a "career" type job, (I am so sick of this temp shiz) or go back to school. I'd like both but that very seldom hardly ever ever happens. I guess the main thing would be deciding whether or not to go back to school. It sucks because I want to so badly, but I also want to not worry about it and start a family and work. Sigh. Why didn't I get school done and over with so I'd be free to do the family thing without hinderance now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy, I am just at a crossroads (I think I've been there so long people who pass by just confuse me for a tree now) and confused and ready for stuff to happen!!!  Sigh Sigh Sigh. Oh well, now that I got all this off my brain I'm going to go and stop thinking about it and work on stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-5122619324674571023?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5122619324674571023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=5122619324674571023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5122619324674571023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5122619324674571023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/03/rawr.html' title='RAWR'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-4539915786269253705</id><published>2008-03-17T12:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T12:21:59.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>The new governor of NY is BLIND! How crazy is that! Rock on man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-4539915786269253705?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4539915786269253705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=4539915786269253705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/4539915786269253705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/4539915786269253705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/03/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-5443076077935284243</id><published>2008-03-16T20:18:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T12:24:10.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*smiles*</title><content type='html'>*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EDIT: I fixed my video if you wanna see it&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*warning: I'm in an eye=candy mood*&lt;br /&gt;I had a GREAT weekend!! Saturday started off really crappy, but got much better that evening. I had a fantastic dinner with friends at da O-G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/?action=view&amp;amp;current=girlsatog2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/girlsatog2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all went to see Horton Hears A Who. Now, I was kinda interested in this movie but not terribly. But DANG was it one of the best movies!!! It was sooooooooo good and sooooooo hilarious. "My world is where everyone has a pony...and they eat rainbows..and poo butterflies." tOmg so many great moments in that movie! We all cried laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/?action=view&amp;amp;current=080312_Horton_Hears_a_Who.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/080312_Horton_Hears_a_Who.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I about flipped my LID when a ICE AGE trailer played at the beginning of the movie!!! I love my scrat so much. I still have no recovered from the shock of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/?action=view&amp;amp;current=scrat.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/scrat.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went out to mom &amp;amp; dad's and stayed out there pretty much all day. It was such a BEAUtiful day! It was per-fect. I love going out to Calhoun. I can breathe and tthink out there. Sheri and the girls came over and I played hop scotch with them (I love me some side-walk chalk) They are so cute I love my nieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and yes the sun was just right so you see my shadow in most of them lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/?action=view&amp;amp;current=rachelhopping2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/rachelhopping2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tylerhopping2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/tylerhopping2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mehopping2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/mehopping2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't she cute?? I was an old grandmaw when I did it but of course the youngins could dance it and do it backwards.&lt;br /&gt;http://s52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_1079.flv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/100_1079.flv" height="361" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name in chalk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mynameinchalk2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/mynameinchalk2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a rainbow and waterfall that RAchel helped me on. It's going down steps, get it? (I know, I am a great artist, please not alot of praise...and no autograph requests. Thankyou)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/?action=view&amp;amp;current=waterfall2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/waterfall2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Got my dreams got my life got my love. Got my friends and the sunshine above. There's so many beautiful reasons I have to be happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-5443076077935284243?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5443076077935284243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=5443076077935284243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5443076077935284243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5443076077935284243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/03/smiles_16.html' title='*smiles*'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-4925994504392301384</id><published>2008-03-15T11:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T11:55:49.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting better!</title><content type='html'>Well I woke up today feeling 1000000000 times better. I still have a cough from the depth of despair... I still have the snot... but I feel those germs getting their butts kicked from all that vitamin C I"ve been sending after them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had terribly too much fun last night. I made the best cake EVER (according to everyone) We got maybe and hour of playing done in between everyone and their mama stopping by to say bye to Shannon and Chris, but that's    ok because I got to hug and visit with so many people whom I love and never get to see!! Today I get to go see my HSM peeps, and then go hang out with my Merbear, who lives in Alabama so I don't get to see her that often. Get to have dinner with the gang tonight, so I'm excited!!! If only we have time to go look at at least a couple houses today then the day will be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and it's a beautiful day and I have pretty pink toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ok I changed my mind. This cough is going to KILL ME!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would include some crazy eye candy I have to go cause we have to get to HSM, so maybe later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-4925994504392301384?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4925994504392301384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=4925994504392301384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/4925994504392301384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/4925994504392301384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/03/getting-better.html' title='Getting better!'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-2693642741039979758</id><published>2008-03-13T12:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:32:16.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH</title><content type='html'>I'm sick with a cold. What kind of cold? The throat-hurts-so-bad-I-can't-swallow-my-teeth-hurt-my-face-is-going-to-explode-&lt;br /&gt;can't-stop-sneezing-runny-nose-gonna-pass-out kinda cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I was off work today already. I've never had one hit me this fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just sleep it off but I can't sleep cause I can't get comfortable and I can't breathe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loving husband did bring me chicken noodle soup for lunch. *huggles him*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go read my new X-Men comic book (that makes me happy) and die some more now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-2693642741039979758?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2693642741039979758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=2693642741039979758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2693642741039979758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2693642741039979758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/03/ugh.html' title='UGH'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-419943747064533370</id><published>2008-03-06T22:30:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T02:40:55.939-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to sign!!</title><content type='html'>"Guinness raises a glass to 3-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should St. Patrick's Day be an official holiday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guinness thinks so, and they've launched a major campaign to support their cause. Go to http://www.proposition317.com to sign the petition and learn more about why they think March 17 should be a national day of importance. In order for Guinness to take the issue to Congress, they need 1 million signatures. The current tally: 888,768.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never before has the Irish spirit been so alive inside of so many U.S. residents," the website states. "Guinness and Proposition 3-17 supporters believe that a regulated, official holiday would not only reduce the amount of employees missing work in order to celebrate St. Patrick's Day, but officially allow people to express their Irishness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad LOVED the green sketti again. (I lost my pic of it :( It was a pretty green too) I swear it was the best I ever made. Had to be cause it was green. It was in celebration of St. Patties day! Yeah! Not that I'm weird! :/ Yeah right. Although, we watched Resident Evil Extinction and that was not as much loved. I'm a big fan of the 2nd one (hated the 1st one) but the 3rd one was blah. I think that is the ONLY time I have ever liked a middle movie out of a "trilogy" more than the 1st or 2nd. Especially to such an extreme. We had a good time though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have hanging out with the Abs and the Wes to look forward too. I'm getting my belly muscles prepared b/c I always laugh the hardest when I'm over there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday Tony and I are doing a major drive by apt/townhouse search! I hope it's good weather :/  I have a list of places ready to be tackled. Saturday night we're having a d&amp;d session, ok there will be alot of people there so it will probably be more like a d&amp;d session/rock band session/ pig out session/ whatever else session at Wes's. Even our good friends who we hardly get to see, Rocky &amp; Amy are going to be there yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad the cold weather is back tonight, cause today was BEAUtiful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely random note: I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE OLYMPICS!! I am a complete Olympic FREAK (trust me you WILL be kept update of medal counts by me on blogger, I always do it on my blogs, like it or not) and I'm counting down the days till they arrive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s233.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/oceanictwcms/?action=view&amp;current=beijing2008_logo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee320/oceanictwcms/beijing2008_logo.jpg" border="0" alt="Olympics 2008"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Matt didn't even comment on my love-ly video I posted of him. Shows how much he loves me eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPs. Ok the way they did the petition thing is really cool!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-419943747064533370?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/419943747064533370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=419943747064533370' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/419943747064533370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/419943747064533370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-going-to-sign.html' title='I&apos;m going to sign!!'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-5334754751807351736</id><published>2008-03-05T16:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T16:21:29.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun fun</title><content type='html'>One of our many parties. This was my brother's birthday party. You never need drugs or alcohol to have fun. You just need us. (and the Wii and/or RockBand helps alot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't tell by Tony's beast-like "uhhh"'s or the fact that he and Matt still have make-up on, this was during Beauty &amp; The Beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way to have a date with my daddy tonight since mom is away in Hawaii and I didn't go out there to visit him this weekend. When I  was younger and it was my turn to cook for the night, I usually made spaghetti, but it was special kim &amp; dad sketti. I would always take mom's food coloring and dye the noodles green! Dad would always act like he was disgusted for the fun of it, but he always says mom's sketti isn't the same without green noodles. So that's what I'm cooking for him tonight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=8353653"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=8353653&amp;v=2&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=8353653&amp;title=Matt &amp; Kim making out"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-5334754751807351736?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5334754751807351736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=5334754751807351736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5334754751807351736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5334754751807351736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/03/fun-fun.html' title='Fun fun'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-6846898481515453796</id><published>2008-03-03T14:47:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T15:24:49.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>Wow my 2nd post for the day! I have the day off today and I am bored -- I have the most overwhelming urge to go shopping and get new cute clothes and a new pair of sexy shoes and get my hair cut but it's the worst weather EVER outside!!! Argh. I do not want to go out in it. Especially with flash flood and tornado watches on the tv screen. Figures when I have the day off to do these things the weather turns to blah! I have to go back to work tomorrow but maybe sometime this week I can get my retail therapy.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for picture fun!! *cheesy cartoon music plays* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet you guys didn't know there was a secret scene in the movie Pirates of the Carribean, with a secret character: Stephanie Sparrow? Well here is a still from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/?action=view&amp;current=stephsparrow.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/stephsparrow.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nieces, Rachel, Tyler &amp; I. They are the cutest things ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/?action=view&amp;current=sadnieces.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/sadnieces.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony can sleep anywhere, anytime. I walked in on him sleeping like this. Seriously. I woke him up right after I took this pic and laughed at him cause he had a deep red line going across his forehead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/?action=view&amp;current=tonysleeping.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/tonysleeping.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence of him falling asleep IN THE MIDDLE OF FOLDING CLOTHES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/?action=view&amp;current=socks-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/socks-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with kitties on top of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/?action=view&amp;current=tonycordy-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/tonycordy-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has also slept sitting up right in his computer chair, laying in bed with his head propped UP onto his upright arm, and riding in a van with his head literally banging against the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concludes our picture fun for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-6846898481515453796?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6846898481515453796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=6846898481515453796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/6846898481515453796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/6846898481515453796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/03/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy Day'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-5676387031990229897</id><published>2008-03-03T00:27:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T04:03:11.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah yeah. ..</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna have a hard time with this show. This...*says with malcontent* "Sugar". I am hating Priscilla and Tony right now. They are the reason I auditioned for Footloose. They are the reason I made so many friends in that show, and they are the reason I feel so bad right now! And yes I am so thankful for them too, for opening my eyes to a whole new world. I'm dumb, I should have auditioned. Cause now ALL of those friends are gonna be having so much fun and have NO time for me! YEAH I'm having a selfish moment ok? I don't have many of them so allow me this once. I'm just venting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I have a very good reason for not auditioning. (Heck if I were even to make it in) I shall just try to keep that in my mind when I get sad that none of my friends have time for me anymore. Well, reasons, plural. I really could not put them into words if I tried, and they are very personal but it pretty much has to do with doing what's best for my husband and I and our future family and life together. I mean, mine and Tony's &lt;4&gt; year anniversiary is in May! (Wooooo!!! I love my husband!! --Yes I'm hating and loving him in the same breath-- we are married what did you expect lol)  So yeah, I may be in a show another time, when I have things sorted out, but it just really sucks that so many of my friends are in this one. :-( AND a good friend is moving away AND I miss my brother. /pouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like I said, I just had to vent. I know I made the right decision. It's all good... (As long as my friends don't forget about me and toss me a few "I love you"'s my way every now and then) ;-)  I will focus on the things I need to. I was completely happy staying home through ALL the shows Tony used to do before Footloose, so I can be that way again. Like tonight, I had fun with my boys. I have plenty of things to work on and keep me occupied! I'll just miss spending time with just about everyone in the cast. It should be SUCH a great show and I can't wait to see it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'm REALLY happy one of my best friends (yeah ok I'm talking about Stephie) is so happy. I'm happy when my friends are happy. How many times can I say happy? It's like Mikey and GOOD. But really, I've NEVER seen her like this in ALL the years that I have known her and ALL the things I have seen her through. (and trust me it's been alot) Even her really happy (teehee) times have been NOTHING like this. It's different this time. It's amazing to see. Truly!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakes fist angrily at Tony &amp; Priscilla* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with: SPARTA CHICKEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/?action=view&amp;current=chicken.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/chicken.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE! ARE! SPARTA!                    ...CHICKENS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-5676387031990229897?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5676387031990229897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=5676387031990229897' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5676387031990229897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/5676387031990229897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/03/yeah-yeah.html' title='Yeah yeah. ..'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-6929563818377932622</id><published>2008-02-29T20:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T20:09:24.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rat Attack</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry to have to do this to you. But anyone who knows me has to be attacked by the infamous, Spitting Rat Face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/sprilly20/rat.flv" height="361" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-6929563818377932622?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6929563818377932622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=6929563818377932622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/6929563818377932622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/6929563818377932622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/02/rat-attack.html' title='Rat Attack'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-2544701022784334294</id><published>2008-02-28T15:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T15:22:29.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little orphan Kimmie</title><content type='html'>So my mom, aunt, sister, and cousin left for Hawaii today.... without me. Not only that, but I was  openly NOT invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did the only thing a good loving daughter could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disowned them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm looking for a new family. Any takers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-2544701022784334294?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2544701022784334294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=2544701022784334294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2544701022784334294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2544701022784334294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/02/little-orphan-kimmie.html' title='Little orphan Kimmie'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-3059234121636713129</id><published>2008-02-27T12:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T12:21:49.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love peanut butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially love peanut butter, days off, and Sims, together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND a girl's night with my girl and my hairy nephew to look forward to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-3059234121636713129?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3059234121636713129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=3059234121636713129' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/3059234121636713129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/3059234121636713129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-4916501969558095007</id><published>2008-02-25T17:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:03:38.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof</title><content type='html'>That I don't need children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have one of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: omg!!! Look at these and tell me how much FRACKING fun!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.woodplay.com/home/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: haha, yes baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: I wanna play!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok, Ok, we'll get it (laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: K! Which one???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *rolling eyes while laughing at the cuteness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: I wanna Mega Set- where two of the big sets are connected by a bridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: with telescopes and parascopes and a sandbox and swings and a climbing wall!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;I take that back. I can't wait to have kids, just so I can see them with their big-kid daddy. /dies of cuteness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&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/763370447327351372-4916501969558095007?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4916501969558095007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=4916501969558095007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/4916501969558095007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/4916501969558095007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/02/proof.html' title='Proof'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-1836960898149380085</id><published>2008-02-24T23:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T23:20:17.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Oscars</title><content type='html'>Yeah, usually I get soooo excited about the Oscars and I throw Oscar parties, I even print out sheets of nominees and have everyone pick their own and have a prize for whoever wins...I was a little sad we'd be at auditions for Sugar (well, Tony auditioning and me there for support but most of the people who would be at the Oscar party were at auditons too) and couldn't do it......but this year there wasn't really ANYthing I cared about.... and nothing I cared about won.... so it's ok! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I have to go to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. WANTED: Place to Live!!! Would like a house or town house or last choice would be nice (on the bigger side) apartment. Do not want the ghetto, yet a reasonable price would be preferred. If you see anything, contact me or Tony!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-1836960898149380085?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1836960898149380085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=1836960898149380085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/1836960898149380085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/1836960898149380085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/02/oscars.html' title='The Oscars'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-2343678390717965838</id><published>2008-02-23T15:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T15:47:16.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangin'</title><content type='html'>Well Tony is off doing one of those work-instructional video things, which I find extREMEly funny. Atleast he won't be one of those annoying -can't-act people in those videos. I told him it's gonna be funny when he's famous and he's won the oscar someone asks him "so what was your first paid acting gig?" Hell he's making 50 bucks an hour though, it's 3:30 and he's been there since 11:30 doing absolutley nothing so, rock on the big bucks!!! Mama's going shoppin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm been enjoying a nice relaxing Saturday. Washed some clothes, played some Lost Odyssey, did some online things, thought about what I want to buy with all the money Tony is making.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I get to have dinner with my friendsies. Including Heather and Prince Kirkland who live in Dallas and we never get to see so that is fantastic!! It makes me happy we're all hanging out tonight. As people grow up and move away and have kids and such, I can see it starting to happen much less frequently. Which makes me VERY very sad so I will stop thinking about that RIGHT now. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I just had a blast. We had 2 new people join us for D&amp;amp;D (go ahead laugh at me, but you know that I am THE COOLEST person you know) and it was so much fun. I always say our sessions are not about the playing, it's about the getting together and having crazy/goofy fun and good eats. I mean we usually are together for about 7 hours, and we maybe get 3 hours of playing done. Off and on. And now Shannon is moving so our even my D&amp;amp;D party is going to affected by this whole stupid "growing up thing" .... ok not thinking about it again *shakes head* .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm off to try to use my free time wisely, which of course means doing everything in the world that means absolutely nothing in the long run and only amounts up to fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-2343678390717965838?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2343678390717965838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=2343678390717965838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2343678390717965838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2343678390717965838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/02/hangin.html' title='Hangin&apos;'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-4822020556386905007</id><published>2008-02-22T11:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T12:01:13.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing</title><content type='html'>Well today has been pretty cool so far. My day off.....got to sleep late, and now I'm listening to my fabulous mix of iTunes (currently playing: Wicked), cleaning, and just getting a chance to be. I'm sure I will be gaming soon, not sure what, but I'm so hungry I gotta scrounge up something first. There is absolutely nothing in the house so I guess I gotta go to the sto'. (Now we got some Fergie going, I love shuffle) Welp, guess I didn't really have anything to post about...just felt like posting. I guess I"m slightly bored.&lt;br /&gt;*waves*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-4822020556386905007?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4822020556386905007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=4822020556386905007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/4822020556386905007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/4822020556386905007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/02/relaxing.html' title='Relaxing'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-2569974796807998579</id><published>2008-02-21T08:23:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T09:16:06.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag-ness</title><content type='html'>Well, I can't resist some good tagging early in the morning. Especially by Steph.&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;10 Random facts about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness:&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a peanut butter sandwhich every single day no exaggeration. If I've eaten dinner, and I get home and haven' t had one for the day, I still have to have one. I think I'm addicted. With chips. Have to have chips with it. Oh and I'm OCD about the way I make them. It's an art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have an extensive "husband" list of actors that my husband says if I ever had the chance, I could hook up with them. (cause , yeah, like he has anything to worry about !) He has a similar female list, though not anywhere near my level. While making this list I realized I have an obsession with older british men. Just does something for me. Patrick Stewart, Alan Rickman, Jeremy Irons, Rowan Atkinson, Gary Oldman are just a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I crave ice cream on cold days. The colder the stronger the urge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I HAVE to have a "knee" pillow when I sleep, I can't sleep if my knees are touching. My dancer friend tells me I'd make a great dancer b/c apparently, along with me having great dancer feet, they do that whole sleep with a pillow inbetween your knees/legs for better blood circulation. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Along with the sleeping thing, I'm a modern day princess and the pea. If I can feel ANYthing under my hip area while I'm sleeping on my side, I go nuts. There can't be a crease in teh bed sheet under me, if I can feel the seam on my pj's or undies..... yeah that's really annoying to me. I envy Tony who can fall asleep when his head hits the pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I secretly want to be a hip-hop dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I think that Stephanie Clark has the most perfect ass. I tell her this all the time. It's that whole girl-with-the-big-butt-wanting-a-small-butt-thing.  (If we were weird science-d we would make the perfect woman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I think in another life (or a fantasy world) I was a druid. If I'm inside too long I start getting an "inside headache". I know exactly when I have it. It's different from a migraine. (which I get all the time) All I have to do is go outside, stare at the grass and trees for a while, and it goes away. I also almost come to tears when I see trees being cut down. Esp if they are huge and beautiful and esp if I've "known" them for a good while, like ones in Calhoun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My heart will not be complete until I have my horses again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  I have a great great great great fear of spiders. I can even hardly type the word. When I have to fight them on games I can't look at the screen. They are my worst fear. All of my friends call them "scorpions" instead of the "other s-word" when they are around me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-2569974796807998579?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2569974796807998579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=2569974796807998579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2569974796807998579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/2569974796807998579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/02/tag-ness.html' title='Tag-ness'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-189244196724409338</id><published>2008-02-20T13:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T14:04:45.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>Man how much does music rock. I think it must be the greatest thing in the world to be a musician. To have your song touch so many people, whether it be making them feel sad, angry, or might be the only ray of sunshine to their gloomy day. How awesome a feeling that must be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so down lately. Lots of reason's but some more important than others. It's mainly to do with that next step... how I'm tired of the carrot being dangled in front of my face and as hard as I try I can't reach it (I don't even really like carrots, I'll change it to a peanut butter sandwhich) ...and how I'm tired of waiting (not even completely sure what I'm waiting on) ......and how I want to finally, after 3 years of marriage and almost 27 years old I want Tony and I to be able to do what we want and start our life together b/c I still don't feel like that has happened ....and I want to know what I want and which direction I should go next.....and how there are so many changes I want to make but I never seem able to make them .... (Ok well I wasn't going to get into it but all that just came out in a very condensed fly by ) This is the reason me-thinks, that I haven't posted lately. I couldn't push my thought's together enough and in the right order to type them down. I still haven't, but ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day (ok this is how big of a dork I am) Tony sent me a video to the new Sims (a video game) trailer. The video featured a song of Natasha Bedingfield's, and it made me think how much I like her music and how I haven't gotten her new cd yet. So I went to ol' trusty iTunes, and downloaded her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after downloading, I hit random, and the first song that played just made my mouth drop because it was EXACTLY what I needed. And I mean to the tee. It made me cry and smile all at the same time. So I figured instead of trying to rack my brain trying to put down my thoughts (I'm already getting a headache), I would just put down the lyrics to that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just put things in perspective for me. I mean I swear it was written just for me, for this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after friend love and soul-mate love and listening to this song again today, I am better. Not completely, but better. (TV love, Steph love and Xander love should help alot tonight too ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landlords knocking at my door cussing me out&lt;br /&gt;Got laid off my job the night before&lt;br /&gt;Can't figure how&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna fix tomorrow away&lt;br /&gt;If today's still a mess&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me what's the point man,&lt;br /&gt;It all seems meaningless&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could step away and breathe&lt;br /&gt;This world's trying to swallow me&lt;br /&gt;Clear away the clouds inside my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone just tell me&lt;br /&gt;That it's ok now&lt;br /&gt;What are you worried about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my dreams, got my life, got my love&lt;br /&gt;Got my friends got the sunshine above&lt;br /&gt;Why am I making this hard on myself&lt;br /&gt;When there's so many beautiful reasons I have to be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People lie, people hide, people cry, people fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they don't know why&lt;br /&gt;If fear is all that we should fear&lt;br /&gt;Then what are we so afraid of&lt;br /&gt;Cause fear is only in our heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone just tell me&lt;br /&gt;That it's ok now&lt;br /&gt;What are you worried about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my dreams, got my life, got my love&lt;br /&gt;Got my friends got the sunshine above&lt;br /&gt;Why am I making this hard on myself&lt;br /&gt;When there's so many beautiful reasons I have to be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any day i'll go bad thinking bad&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is against me and the world wants to fight me&lt;br /&gt;Preparing to battle and enemy unseen&lt;br /&gt;During my stressing I'm blinded to the lesson&lt;br /&gt;That could be a blessing if I'd be confessing that the enemy&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to beat is hiding inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's ok now.... what are you worrying about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your grind on girl....it's your love, it's your world....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-189244196724409338?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/189244196724409338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=189244196724409338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/189244196724409338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/189244196724409338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/02/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-763370447327351372.post-4646707930588603540</id><published>2008-02-18T14:50:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T15:33:56.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peer Pressure</title><content type='html'>Well I'm perfetly happy over on Xanga. Then Steph comes along with *in cute whiney Steph voice* "Kiiimmmmm, you and Tony should come over to Blogspot. I like it betterrrrrrr. I can customize everythingggg...... pleaseeeeeeeee." /sigh. Well you can customize Xanga too!!!! It has better layouts. I'm used to it. I love my Xanga, it's pretty n stuff. But then there are different friends over here that I love too. But what about my friends over there? Really there are only about 4 of em'....but still. Maybe if I can them to move too. Because I refuse to have 2 places I blog. I mean, I spend enough wasteful time on the internet as it is! Normally I'd be happy, lord knows I love my blogs and customizing. I'm just moody today. I guess I could always copy/paste to the other spot. And she is right in the fact that everyone can see your blog here, but only registered Xanga users can see those. So all my myspace friends are missing out..... Dang you Steph!&lt;br /&gt;So I'm trying out this blogspot thing. (what is it's official name anyway? Blogger or BlogSpot? see? it's already loosing points with its confusey-ness!) We shall see....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/763370447327351372-4646707930588603540?l=sprilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4646707930588603540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=763370447327351372&amp;postID=4646707930588603540' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/4646707930588603540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/763370447327351372/posts/default/4646707930588603540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sprilly.blogspot.com/2008/02/peer-pressure.html' title='Peer Pressure'/><author><name>Kimber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633813239615719044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KjVqtSDGO58/R8pUpaUDYOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZgevWBkij8Y/S220/DSC00179.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
