<?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-16991799</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:42:39.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Britt's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>a blog about me :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-1001219021880259672</id><published>2008-11-03T20:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:44:19.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November</title><content type='html'>Since I don't seem to post very often, I thought I'd stop in and post a small update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby is almost 9 months old. She says "Dada" all the time now, but no Mama yet. She's still not crawling, but she can scoot around on her butt and reach to get things she's not supposed to have. The ear infection cleared up pretty quickly, which is awesome. However, I think she might be starting to get molars already. It's super early, but all her teeth came in really early. She's been really whiny and her gums look swollen, so I wouldn't be surprised if a molar or 2 popped out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 6 more weeks of school till winter break! I can't wait...I need to sleep in and spend more time with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit Friday's and I'm working at Dairy Queen now. It's alright, but I'm not working enough hours. We have no money...story of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on Weight Watchers now. I've been on it for a little under 2 weeks, and I've lost 3 lbs so far. Only 47 more to go! I hope to have it all lost by May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of Abby and her cousin Gavin from Halloween. We took them trick-or-treating at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a291.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/68/l_ce79b47e12170a2dbdbe173caf6a85ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 492px; height: 731px;" src="http://a291.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/68/l_ce79b47e12170a2dbdbe173caf6a85ba.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a979.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/125/l_f93b82ca077bef0b9ef9e967f78bea3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 481px; height: 397px;" src="http://a979.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/125/l_f93b82ca077bef0b9ef9e967f78bea3a.jpg" alt="" 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/16991799-1001219021880259672?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/1001219021880259672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=1001219021880259672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/1001219021880259672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/1001219021880259672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2008/11/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-3156519076092839842</id><published>2008-10-19T23:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:18:17.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>It's been 2 1/2 months since my last post. Abby is 8 1/2 months old. She's got 7 1/4 teeth (yes, 1/4). She sits up unassisted, says "dada" and "baba", and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; hates tummy time. No crawling yet, but I'm not too worried. I didn't crawl till I was 10 months old. Abby has her first ear infection. Poor thing had a temp of 102.7 yesterday. She is doing much better today, but it killed me to know she was in pain all day yesterday. She is 22 lbs 14 oz as of Oct. 8th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here's a somewhat recent picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s29.photobucket.com/albums/c285/sparkles225/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bedhead.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 349px; height: 520px;" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c285/sparkles225/bedhead.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was her crazy bed-head. LOL. She's too cute in the morning when she just wakes up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16991799-3156519076092839842?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/3156519076092839842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=3156519076092839842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/3156519076092839842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/3156519076092839842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2008/10/october.html' title='October'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-2803001522659335317</id><published>2008-08-11T10:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:32:27.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I can't believe Abby is 6 months old! It went by so fast. I haven't updated in forever, but here's a little info on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby went to the doctor today. She weighs 20 lbs and is 27.5" long. She's off the chart for weight and 90th percentile for height. She got 3 shots and 1 oral vaccine. She's napping now, hopefully sleeping off the stress of vaccines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby rolls over both ways now, has 3 teeth, holds her own bottle, blows raspberries, grabs at anything she can reach (including the cats), eats all the stage 1 foods and is just starting stage 2 foods. She tries to sit up on her own, but she usually topples over. She still hates tummy time with a passion. She usually goes to bed around 9pm and sleeps till 8am. She takes 2-3 naps during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved into our new house on July 30. So far, I absolutely love it! I am working at TGI Friday's now. It's alright, I guess. School starts in 2 weeks! I'm really dreading it because I'll miss Abby so much, but it's my last year of school. I just need to finally get done already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I'll try to update more often.&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/16991799-2803001522659335317?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/2803001522659335317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=2803001522659335317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/2803001522659335317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/2803001522659335317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2008/08/6-months-old.html' title='6 months old!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-8668948576313355673</id><published>2008-07-10T23:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:20:39.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.a2.yahoofs.com/groups/g_20787562/bf1b/__sr_/d801.jpg?gropwdIBkjCXOmFs"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://us.a2.yahoofs.com/groups/g_20787562/bf1b/__sr_/d801.jpg?gropwdIBkjCXOmFs" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two little baby teeth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16991799-8668948576313355673?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/8668948576313355673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=8668948576313355673&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/8668948576313355673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/8668948576313355673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2008/07/teeth.html' title='Teeth!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-4544662134211845294</id><published>2008-07-10T11:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T11:33:42.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Weight</title><content type='html'>My friend April came to Abby's baptism to take pictures for us. She did a great job. Unfortunately, I hate the pictures! I look like I'm 6 months pregnant! I can't believe I let myself gain so much weight. My goal is to lose about 20 lbs before my birthday, which is 2 months from today. I did an ab workout while Abby was napping, then we went for a 25 minute walk today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could go to the gym, but I have no time or money for that. I'll just have to make do with home workouts and walks. Another goal I have is to stop drinking so much diet pop and drink lots of water. I'm restricting myself to one can of diet pop a day, but I want to drink 3 bottles of water a day. I really need to get in shape. I want to lose 50 lbs altogether. I would like to lose the weight and get in shape before we try to have another baby. And next time around, I'm eating healthy and working out during the pregnancy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16991799-4544662134211845294?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/4544662134211845294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=4544662134211845294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/4544662134211845294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/4544662134211845294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2008/07/losing-weight.html' title='Losing Weight'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-7475244505763281219</id><published>2008-07-03T12:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:37:23.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Photos</title><content type='html'>Here are some relatively new pictures of my baby girl. We are going to Sears today to get her pictures taken for her baptism, which is on Sunday, and also since she is going to be 5 months old next Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NjZUWwA2cnM/SGz5JfQ1W0I/AAAAAAAAABk/sDiasLD1z-s/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NjZUWwA2cnM/SGz5JfQ1W0I/AAAAAAAAABk/sDiasLD1z-s/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218820009621805890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NjZUWwA2cnM/SGz5Ed8xPsI/AAAAAAAAABc/UyD5tRiunz4/s1600-h/DSC_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NjZUWwA2cnM/SGz5Ed8xPsI/AAAAAAAAABc/UyD5tRiunz4/s320/DSC_0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218819923369868994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NjZUWwA2cnM/SGz4-O-8SWI/AAAAAAAAABU/-CT6UjZDrqc/s1600-h/DSC_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NjZUWwA2cnM/SGz4-O-8SWI/AAAAAAAAABU/-CT6UjZDrqc/s320/DSC_0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218819816273234274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NjZUWwA2cnM/SGz43QqORpI/AAAAAAAAABM/br2n2djNTjg/s1600-h/DSC_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NjZUWwA2cnM/SGz43QqORpI/AAAAAAAAABM/br2n2djNTjg/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218819696464119442" 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/16991799-7475244505763281219?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/7475244505763281219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=7475244505763281219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/7475244505763281219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/7475244505763281219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-photos.html' title='New Photos'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NjZUWwA2cnM/SGz5JfQ1W0I/AAAAAAAAABk/sDiasLD1z-s/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-2294338616023400439</id><published>2008-07-01T21:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:37:23.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teddy</title><content type='html'>So we've had some trouble getting Abby to sleep lately. She's teething, with her 2 bottom teeth coming in at the same time. She's been whiny all day long, since last Thursday or so. At night, I can tell she's tired, but she won't just go to sleep. She screams if I lay her down in the crib. So last night, I decided to try to get her attached to a "lovey". She likes to play with someone's hands while she's drifting off, so I picked out a cute teddy bear with really soft fur, that's not too big. I put it in her crib with her last night and she fell asleep almost immediately while stroking it's arm. It was so cute! So after she ate tonight, she was already in her pj's and nighttime diaper. We put her in the swing with her binky, and gave her the teddy. Again, she was asleep almost immediately! Here's a pic of my baby with her teddy. Isn't that too cute??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NjZUWwA2cnM/SGrcgSXtYiI/AAAAAAAAABE/DTg1oZpE5mY/s1600-h/DSC_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NjZUWwA2cnM/SGrcgSXtYiI/AAAAAAAAABE/DTg1oZpE5mY/s320/DSC_0113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218225565507346978" 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/16991799-2294338616023400439?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/2294338616023400439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=2294338616023400439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/2294338616023400439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/2294338616023400439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2008/07/teddy.html' title='Teddy'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NjZUWwA2cnM/SGrcgSXtYiI/AAAAAAAAABE/DTg1oZpE5mY/s72-c/DSC_0113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-2075390669879803867</id><published>2008-06-29T20:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T20:56:48.819-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired!</title><content type='html'>I am dragging today! I cleaned my house yesterday, then got a call from my manager at work asking me to come in early. So I went into work at 2:30 instead of 4. I was exhausted by the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, I got up with Abby around 8 and took care of her until Steve got home around 1 or so. While I was home alone with Abby, I managed to do the dishes, give Abby a bath, clean the half-bathroom, and do a load of laundry. Steve came home, and I showered and went to work. Worked for 2 1/2 hours, and came home. Now I'm trying to stay awake to eat some late dinner, and it's only 8:53 pm! I used to leave to go to the bar at like 11 pm and stay out till 3 am, but now I can barely keep my eyes open past 10:00. That's the mommy life for you. I wouldn't trade it for the world, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big plans this week. Tomorrow I work lunch, so I should be home by 3 pm. Then Abby and I are going grocery shopping. Tuesday, we have to drive up to school so I can get some forms signed. Then in the afternoon, we're heading to my friend Nicole's house to get some hand-me-down clothes she has for Abby. Wednesday I have an appointment with my midwife. Thursday, Abby is getting her baptism pictures taken at Sears, and my mom and I are going to BJ's to pick out the cake for the baptism. Friday (4th of July) I work till close. Saturday I work 4-8 pm. Then, Sunday is Abby's baptism! I can't wait, I'm so excited to put her in her pretty dress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16991799-2075390669879803867?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/2075390669879803867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=2075390669879803867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/2075390669879803867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/2075390669879803867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2008/06/tired.html' title='Tired!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-3463445348793961464</id><published>2008-06-18T23:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:03:51.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It has been over a year since I last posted! Crazy, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What's new with me, you ask? Well, pretty much everything. My life is completely different than it was last year. New &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://a600.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/71/l_142a1018cc2d94f3e817afc21a23e537.jpg"&gt;husband&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://a800.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/36/l_001793424f1decd395f83a1214216a6f.jpg"&gt;baby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, new house, new job, new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://autoreview.belproject.com/media/1/20060818-2007-chevrolet-aveo-sedan.jpg"&gt;car&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Steve and I found out on May 25, 2007 that we were expecting our first little bundle of joy! It was one of the most exciting moments of my life, to look down and see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://a458.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/24/l_4b5149da11ab5ba3e7d460b032a6aff9.jpg"&gt;PREGNANT on the Clear Blue Easy stick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://a87.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/88/l_4d5dd9c653ff39b11459587f4e697456.jpg"&gt;We got married on July 6, 2007.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I was about 10 1/2 weeks pregnant. We went to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://a843.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/105/l_85db908b7b81803807a967d680a82642.jpg"&gt;Bahamas for our honeymoon.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In August, I traded in my little Sunfire for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://autoreview.belproject.com/media/1/20060818-2007-chevrolet-aveo-sedan.jpg"&gt;2007 Chevy Aveo LT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. It's my mom car, LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On September 19, 2007, we found out our baby was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://a663.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/76/l_8d89314c6941013a2d86ec492040c0ce.jpg"&gt;GIRL!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; A few days later, we decided on the name Abigail Grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the middle of November, we moved out of our apartment and into our first house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On February 8, 2008, I went into the hospital to be induced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://a737.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/60/l_7d2199d8bdcc03910c779cf87c6cfee8.jpg"&gt;Abigail Grace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; was born on February 9, 2008 at 3:08 am, weighing 9 lbs 3 oz and measuring 21" long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In May, I quit Allstate and got a job at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://tgifridays.com/index.htm"&gt;TGI Friday's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;...going back to my serving roots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now, I'm working 3-5 days a week and taking care of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://a489.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/83/l_2983b411ba6c0d83f79ac83a63044908.jpg"&gt;Abby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; most of the time. My mom watches her while Steve and I are both working. She loves going to Grammy's house! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've still got my 3 fat cats. So far, they tolerate the baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm starting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.tri-c.edu/Pages/default.aspx"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; back up in the fall. I will be 1 year away from graduating! Can't wait for August, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That's about all for now...oh, also...today I started a low-fat diet and started using &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://myalli.com/"&gt;Alli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. Hopefully it'll work for me. I'm still carrying around 38 lbs of baby weight!&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/16991799-3463445348793961464?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/3463445348793961464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=3463445348793961464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/3463445348793961464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/3463445348793961464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2008/06/forever.html' title='Forever!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-782836901029422199</id><published>2007-04-23T00:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T00:41:07.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to update more often!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Well a lot has happened since I last posted...we did our pre-cana (on our 7 year anniversary), my dress came in, I ordered my tiara and garter, we bought the invitations (we're printing them ourselves)...and there's more, but I'm too tired to think. The wedding is in 2 1/2 months! There is so much more we need to do, but I just can't make myself do it all at once. I should just do it one day, as much as I can get done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I took my sister Courtney to the Pittsburgh Zoo on Saturday. It was a ton of fun, but I was soooo tired by the end of the day. I came home and scrubbed my bathroom. The rest of the apartment needs it bad, but I was too tired to do more. I'll do some Tuesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I got myself a website, and I'm trying to promote myself as a photographer. The website is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bmmphotography.com/"&gt;www.bmmphotography.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;, and it has a link to some of my pictures. If you know of anyone looking for a photographer for outdoor photo shoots, point them in my direction! I can't wait until one day when I can be a photographer full-time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;We &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; be buying a house soon...not sure if we'll get approved or not. I really want this, so bad. I just want us to have a place of our own where we can do whatever we want to it, and we can have room for all our stuff, a studio for me, and a BABY! Hopefully this time next year I'll be 8-9 months pregnant. I want a baby so bad too! Steve's sister is pregnant, and it's driving me crazy. She's having a boy, and she's due May 17th. I'm jealous, I'll admit it.&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/16991799-782836901029422199?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/782836901029422199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=782836901029422199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/782836901029422199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/782836901029422199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2007/04/wow-i-need-to-update-more-often.html' title='I need to update more often!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-1335498526822487981</id><published>2007-02-18T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T10:25:16.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow! I keep forgetting about this blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sooooo....updates!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I quit the 2nd job. It SUCKED! I was getting up at 4:30am some days to get there, and I wasn't making nearly enough money for that. So now I'm trying to get some more hours at Allstate. I might try to bump to full-time in the summer. I wish I could do it now, but I can't with school and all. Sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;School is alright. A little better than Akron overall, but it's still school, so I still hate it. I won't be able to get into the program until at least fall of '08, so I'm taking my time doing the prerequisites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I had surgery on January 29th. If I've already told you about it, great. If not, you don't need to know :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I've been working on the wedding. It's only 4 1/2 months away!!! So far, here's what I've done:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Booked the church and reception hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Scheduled our pre-cana, which is a retreat required by the Catholic church before you get married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Booked the photographer and DJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ordered my dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Picked out the bridesmaids' dresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Planned and booked the honeymoon (Bahamas cruise!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bought the flower girl basket, silk rose petals, bubbles, cake topper, cake server, guestbook, and a small gift for the bridesmaids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bought my veil and shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Got the guest list for Steve's family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Starting making my guest list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bought rings and got them sized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Starting making the programs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Started a playlist of songs for the DJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;That's all I can think of for now. I'm sure I've done other things, but my head just can't think of them right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16991799-1335498526822487981?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/1335498526822487981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=1335498526822487981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/1335498526822487981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/1335498526822487981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2007/02/wow-i-keep-forgetting-about-this-blog.html' title='Wow! I keep forgetting about this blog...'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-5557396122951328943</id><published>2007-01-01T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T14:40:58.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2007!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I got a 2nd job! It's at Einstein Brothers' Bagels. I'm not sure when I start. The manager's going to call me by Wednesday and let me know. Now, hopefully, we can work on getting our debt paid down before the wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I started working out. For anyone that has Time Warner digital cable, there's a great channel called Exercise TV On Demand. It's a bunch of different workouts, and it basically works like you're putting a DVD in. You can stop, pause, rewind, etc. I'm addicted to the 10 minute workouts. Today, Steve and I did Abs, Buns, and Arms. We want to get in shape before the wedding so that we can feel confident on our honeymoon in the Bahamas. It's channel 1025, if anyone's interested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Today we are going to dinner with our friend Mike and his girlfriend Kelsey. We're going to Olive Garden. Should be good, as usual! I'm going to try to watch myself with the breadsticks though. Eating a ton after working out doesn't make much sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;We also are going to a going-away party for my cousin Katie. She's in school for architecture. She's going to study in Italy for 4 months, and she leaves Thursday. I'm so excited for her, and a bit jealous, I might add. I'll go to Europe one day, I'm sure. I just wish it was sooner, rather than later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Well that's all for now! Hopefully today is as good of a day as I'm planning on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16991799-5557396122951328943?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/5557396122951328943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=5557396122951328943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/5557396122951328943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/5557396122951328943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007.html' title='2007!!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-5929686719971756962</id><published>2006-12-26T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T19:18:03.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loooooooong time, no post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;So it's been a while since my last post! I've been busy, planning my wedding, working, and transferring schools. The wedding is just over 6 months away. I start Tri-C on January 12th, which should be interesting. I'm still working part-time at Allstate. I'm looking for another part-time job to work during the day to earn some money for the wedding. We still need probably $7000-8000 more for the wedding. It's crazy how expensive this stuff is! But I'm sure it will be worth it. Hopefully we get some money for the wedding. A lot of people I've talked to have said that they got half of what the wedding actually cost back from guests. No offense, people, but we're poor! Please give what you can to our fund!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;In other news, I got a dwarf hamster on Dec. 23rd.  He doesn't really have a name yet...Miranda suggested Frito, since I used to have a dwarf hamster named Guido. If I can get some good pix or video of Frito, I'll post them here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16991799-5929686719971756962?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/5929686719971756962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=5929686719971756962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/5929686719971756962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/5929686719971756962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2006/12/loooooooong-time-no-post.html' title='Loooooooong time, no post!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-116241005899320977</id><published>2006-11-01T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T14:41:52.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok this is going to be a LONG one, just a warning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the Florida trip:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;   I had a ton of fun!! I'll go into detail. Don't fall asleep! I got to the Akron-Canton Airport around 4:30am. I checked my bags and got my boarding pass, and went up to Gate 8, which the lady at the Air Tran counter said was the right gate. I sat down for a minute, then I had to go to the bathroom, so I grabbed all my carry-on crap and went to the bathroom. I saw a sign on the wall that showed a woman and man symbol, you know, the bathroom symbols. I went in, and there were urinals in the bathroom. I thought, "Ok this must be a unisex bathroom or something." I was washing my hands when this older man walks up to the sink and gives me the weirdest look. He says, "Are you in the wrong restroom?". OOPS! I said, "You know what, I must be. I'm really tired and I thought this was a unisex bathroom." When I came out, I noticed that the sign with the woman and man symbols on it was just telling where the bathrooms were. The women's was on the other side of the column! Doh! Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I went back to the gate, and it said Boston on the screen. So I looked at the other gates, and number 10 said Atlanta/Tampa, so I went and sat by it. I took out my Cosmo and started reading. A little while later, I looked up and no one was at the gate anymore. So I looked back at Gate 8, and NOW it says Atlanta/Tampa, and there's a bunch of people waiting. So I grabbed all my stuff again, and moved down to the gate. I sat down without really looking around, and I just happened to sit next to the old man from the bathroom. Double oops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We got on the plane, and it started heading for the runway. Then, we went back to the gate. Of course I had no idea what was going on. The pilot comes on the overhead and says the computer is indicating a mechanical issue. Shit! I was scared enough. 5 or 10 minutes later, he comes back on and says it was a computer glitch. So then, we were late for our layover in Atlanta. Luckily the guy sitting next to me was also connecting to Tampa, so he helped me run to the right gate and get on the next plane. We got on at the last minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I got to Tampa, I rented a car (a 2007 Dodge Caliber, sooooo want one!) and went to the Lowry Park Zoo and the Florida Aquarium. Both were fun, zoo was better. Then I headed back to the airport. Beth picked me up and we drove to Ocala, where she lives. We went to Wal-Mart, then went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday we went to Daytona Beach. We stopped at the Harley store...by the way, it was Biketoberfest! Never seen so many bikes before! We also went to St. Augustine in the late afternoon. We got back to Ocala around midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday we went to Silver Springs Park, and Busch Gardens for HallowScream. It was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then, Sunday we went to St. Pete's and back to Tampa so I could leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's where the real fun began (sarcasm): I get to the ticket counter, and the computer won't let me check in. The guy checks the computer and says I'm supposed to fly out Monday night, not Sunday! I was so pissed. I asked if I could switch flights, and he said there was a $50 fee. I looked in my bag and couldn't find my confirmation email, so I told him to go ahead and charge me the $50 to switch. So then he says, "Well, with the fare increase it'll actually be $280." WTF?? I called Steve, and he said just go ahead and do it. So I went back to the counter, and told the girl I wanted to switch. Then she tells me, "There are no more seats on this flight." Apparently, in the 5 minutes it took for me to call Steve, all the seats were taken.  I went around to all of the other airline counters, and the only one that was heading to Akron was Delta, who wanted almost $600 one way! So I had to stay in the Marriott at the airport overnight ($225 with tax and room service!), and I went on stand-by for the 12:36pm direct flight the next day. I got on that flight, and I got back to Akron around 3pm Monday. Whew! What a trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16991799-116241005899320977?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/116241005899320977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=116241005899320977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/116241005899320977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/116241005899320977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2006/11/florida-update.html' title='Florida update'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-116119653159221792</id><published>2006-10-18T14:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T14:32:47.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I leave for Florida tomorrow at 5:45am! I hope I can stick with my plan and hang in there. It's going to be hard when I'm on vacation, but I can do it. Here's my game plan for the trip:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thursday: Leave Akron at 5:45am, arrive in Tampa at 9:30am, rent a car, and go to the Lowry Park Zoo and possibly the Florida Aquarium. Beth will meet me in Tampa around 5, and we'll head back to Ocala    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Friday: Daytona Beach and St. Augustine! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saturday: I can't remember what we're doing during the day, but in the evening we are heading back to Tampa to hit up Busch Gardens, for their Halloween special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sunday: No real plans, back to Tampa by 6:30pm or 7pm, for my flight, which leaves at 8:30pm and gets back to Ohio around 12:30am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm getting really excited, but also extremely nervous. I haven't been on a plane in 18 years, and I just hope I don't freak out. I'm going to talk half of an Ativan (anti-anxiety med), and if that doesn't do it I'll take the other half. I'm bringing my GameBoy Advance, a magazine, and my laptop on the plane with me, so I should have plenty to occupy my time, I hope. I can't wait! This time tomorrow I'll be in 88 degree weather, enjoying the sun. I wish Steve was going with me. I'm going to miss him a lot. It'll be the first time I've slept alone since April. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16991799-116119653159221792?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/116119653159221792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=116119653159221792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/116119653159221792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/116119653159221792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2006/10/yay_18.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-115950120120626638</id><published>2006-09-28T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T14:31:48.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So much to update! Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Liz had her baby girl, named Alivia Nicole. &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/aliviavidec/"&gt;GO HERE&lt;/a&gt; for her website. She's gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another beautiful baby! My aunt Marge had her baby, Morgan Elizabeth, on Sept. 17th. She's 6 1/2 weeks early, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/1600/Morgan12.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/320/Morgan12.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nd she was 3 lbs 6 oz when she was born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Here are a few pix of her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/1600/Morgan15.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/320/Morgan15.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She was rele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ased fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;om the hospital today. They t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hought she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;would be in there until 2 weeks before her due date, but she's a fighter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started school. I'm ready to quit too! And my work schedule did not turn out as planned. With school and work, it looks like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - work 12-10&lt;br /&gt;Monday - school 9:30-4, work 6-10&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - work 12-8&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - school 9:40-11:40, no work&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - clinical 7-5, no work&lt;br /&gt;Friday - school 9:20-11:20, work 12-8&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - off work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's for 2 more weeks, then my work and school schedules both change. And my Florida trip is getting close! I leave for Tampa on 10/19, and I come back on 10/22. I can't wait! The flight is booked and I already got the time off work. I need a vacation!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and I got our rings. We still haven't booked the location...I'm going to do that next week, hopefully. We're thinking we might do it on July 6th instead, which is a Friday. It'll be cheaper that way. We haven't really discussed the budget yet either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George is doing great. He got neutered and declawed a few weeks ago. He is now almost 5 months, and he weighs 6 lbs. He's got a big belly! Just like the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/1600/George.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/320/George.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; other 2, I guess. Here's George:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/16991799-115950120120626638?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/115950120120626638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=115950120120626638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/115950120120626638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/115950120120626638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2006/09/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-115557541154724985</id><published>2006-08-14T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T13:10:11.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's new?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So I haven't updated in a looooooong time. You missed me, right? What's new with me? Hmmm....Steve and I finally decided we're getting married next year, July 14th probably. I already picked my dress. Now we need to decide where we're having it and how much we're willing to spend (which is going to be 2 different amounts, I'm sure: mine and his). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I got a new kitten on July 16th. His name is George, but I call him Junior. He's orange and white, extremely cute, and he likes to cuddle with me, which is perfect since my other 2 cats don't really cuddle much anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;School starts in 2 weeks...ahhhhh!!! I'm not ready. My work and school schedule suck. Work is going to be Sunday 12-5, Monday and Tuesday off, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday 12-7, and Saturday 6-10. School is bad...Mondays I go from 7:45-4 with a couple 15 minute breaks and an hour for lunch. Tuesday is clinical, 7-7. Wednesday 1 class, 9:45-11:10, I think. Thursday no class, and Friday is the same as Wednesday. That's for the first 7 1/2 weeks. Then it goes to Monday same, Tuesday same, and nothing Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday!! Woo-hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My friend Liz is having a baby today! Yesterday was her due date, and she started having serious contractions around 3am. Last I heard was contractions 3-5 minutes apart, for 30 seconds. Apparently they want you to wait until the contractions are 3-5 minutes apart, lasting 60 seconds, for at least an hour. I'm not sure if they left for the hospital. I'm guessing they did...her away message has said "bubble bath" since 9am. I can't wait till little Alivia is here. I love newborn babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Speaking of babies...my aunt Marge is pregnant with her first baby. She's due in November, also having a girl. Marge and my uncle Joe decided on Morgan Elizabeth for her name. I'm so excited! They live in Lakewood right now, but they're buying a house in Akron, 15 minutes from me. They get to move in end of August, beginning of September. So they'll be here when the baby's born. Can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ummm what else...? I'm trying to plan a trip to Florida this fall to visit my friend Beth. She moved down there my senior year of high school. She graduated high school and went to Flagler College in St. Augustine, FL. She has since gotten her bachelor's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;her master's, and she currently lives in Ocala, which I understand is right in the middle of the state. I've never been to the beach, so this will be a new thing for me...never been any farther south than North Carolina...never been farther west than Indiana...went to D.C. in 8th grade...and I've been as far north as Niagara Falls and Windsor, Canada. So I've got a lot of traveling to do before I die...I have a whole bunch of places I want to go. Los Angeles being a big one, also Hawaii, Italy, Greece, Paris, Egypt, Seattle, NYC, back to D.C., Savannah, GA, Texas...lots of places!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16991799-115557541154724985?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/115557541154724985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=115557541154724985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/115557541154724985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/115557541154724985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2006/08/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s new?'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-115397744713618336</id><published>2006-07-27T01:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T01:20:15.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Indians game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Here's some pix from the Indians/Tigers game we went to on Tuesday, July 25th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.sparkles225.myphotoalbum.com"&gt;My Photo Album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="www.sparkles225.myphotoalbum.com"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16991799-115397744713618336?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/115397744713618336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=115397744713618336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/115397744713618336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/115397744713618336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2006/07/indians-game.html' title='Indians game'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-115307419491805335</id><published>2006-07-16T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T14:23:14.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New pic site</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sparkles225/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;My new Flickr site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16991799-115307419491805335?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/115307419491805335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=115307419491805335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/115307419491805335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/115307419491805335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-pic-site.html' title='New pic site'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-115069505694154330</id><published>2006-06-19T01:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T01:31:01.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Awww here's my baby...he's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c285/sparkles225/0b96256e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16991799-115069505694154330?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/115069505694154330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=115069505694154330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/115069505694154330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/115069505694154330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-baby.html' title='My baby!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-115058965751662297</id><published>2006-06-17T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T20:15:20.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life decisions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;Went to a photo shoot with Amy today. Lots of fun! I love learning more about photography...I just wish I could quit school and do photography full-time. I know it's not realistic, since I've been in school for 4 years now, and I should just finish my degree...but I really don't want to. I'm seriously reconsidering the whole nursing thing. I mean, I DREAD clinical every week, and really, that's what I'm going to be doing at work, so if I hate it now, am I going to like it any more in 2 years? Doubt it. I don't know what to do. Should I finish school, see if I like nursing, and if not, do something else? Or should I stop throwing thousands of dollars away on something I despise? Hmm...tough decision (not!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;I just don't think I could support myself doing photography right now. I could stay at Allstate, and go to some sort of trade school or classes for photography. Then, do photography on the weekends. I just don't know...I'm so confused!&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/16991799-115058965751662297?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/115058965751662297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=115058965751662297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/115058965751662297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/115058965751662297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-decisions.html' title='Life decisions...'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-114649580250945718</id><published>2006-05-01T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T11:03:22.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, we moved in on Saturday. Everything is such a disaster! But I don't even care...next week I have 3 finals in 2 days, so I've got more important things to worry about. Like...what box are my books in???? Gotta study a ton this weekend. It's cram time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as soon as I'm done with finals, I'm going to be unpacking and cleaning like crazy. I can't wait until everything is in its place. I never realized how much junk I really have. I need to get some boxes together for Amvet or Goodwill. I need to get rid of some of my stuff...like half of it. I hate going through it all, which is probably why I still have stuff from high school. But oh well...it's gotta be done. Guess I have to suck it up and just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/16991799-114649580250945718?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/114649580250945718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=114649580250945718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/114649580250945718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/114649580250945718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2006/05/moved-in.html' title='Moved in...'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-114627964763799569</id><published>2006-04-28T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T23:00:47.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is MOVING DAY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't believe tomorrow is moving day. It seems like we just moved in here. I feel so unprepared. Pretty much everything is packed. I keep running out of boxes. I went to Marc's again today and picked up 3 more boxes. I keep thinking I have enough, but then I fill them, and there's stuff left over. AHHHH!!! Where did I get so much junk from? This is crazy. It's going to take me weeks to unpack. I guess I have my work cut out for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/16991799-114627964763799569?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/114627964763799569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=114627964763799569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/114627964763799569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/114627964763799569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2006/04/tomorrow-is-moving-day.html' title='Tomorrow is MOVING DAY!!!!!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-114601841565116646</id><published>2006-04-25T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T22:26:55.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ahhh!!! I'm moving on Saturday. It's coming too quick. I'm not packed up yet. Well, I'm more than halfway there. Let's just say the kitchen is mostly done, and all my clothes are packed except for the stuff I left out to wear for the next few days. I packed up my movies and unhooked my DVD player. The TV, Tivo, and VCR are waiting till Saturday. Need my shows!! A lot of stuff from my room and bathroom are packed, just not nearly everything. I need a moving fairy to come and get all my stuff and magically float it all to the new place and unpack it for me. That would be great. So, if you know any moving fairies, tell them I could use some help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16991799-114601841565116646?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/114601841565116646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=114601841565116646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/114601841565116646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/114601841565116646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2006/04/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-114503464733100731</id><published>2006-04-14T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T13:10:47.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Avoid Falls Dodge like the plague!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I bought my car at the end of January. I traded in my truck for it. I bought my truck in July...and I bought a warranty from Daimler-Chrysler. At the Pontiac dealership where I bought my car, the finance lady told me I can contact Daimler-Chrysler and get my money back for the warranty, since when I traded in my truck, Pontiac paid off my entire loan. So in February I went to the Dodge dealership where I got my truck and had them issue a refund for the warranty. I was told I would receive a check for like $780 in 3-4 weeks. Lo and behold, it's 2 months later and no check. Being the patient person that I am (don't laugh), I gave them the benefit of the doubt and waited a little while. Still no check. So I called the warranty place today, and after looking into it, the woman I'm speaking with tells me that the warranty is still showing as active, and that my refund request was never put through! WTF?????? Now I have to wait until Tuesday and call back, since the processing department is closed for the holiday. Or I can call the assholes at the dealership. No thank you. I never want to deal with them again. They're horrible. Don't EVER buy a vehicle from Falls Dodge. These people are con artists. I was counting on this check to help with expenses related to moving....but now, I'm going to be waiting another 4 weeks. I hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/16991799-114503464733100731?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/114503464733100731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=114503464733100731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/114503464733100731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/114503464733100731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2006/04/avoid-falls-dodge-like-plague.html' title='Avoid Falls Dodge like the plague!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-114438434003443312</id><published>2006-04-07T00:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T00:32:20.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Peeve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BIGGEST &lt;/span&gt;pet peeves is when people spell words wrong. I hate it. It annoys the hell out of me. Spell check was created for a reason: so you don't look stupid! USE IT!!!!! What's the point of not clicking one simple button? It eliminates most typos too. I think it's a good thing. Why are people so against it? It's really annoying to read professionals' writing and see spelling and grammar errors too. Like at work...we get emails from people in the company. Their biggest problem is that they don't know how to use apostrophes. Like, when you write "the dog's", it should mean the dog has possession of something. If you're trying to write dog plural, it's "dogs". Another thing is the you're/your problem. If someone says thank you, the correct response when writing or typing is "you're welcome". That means, "you are welcome". Writing "your welcome" isn't the correct way of writing it. If you're trying to writing something meaning "they are here", it's "they're here", NOT "their here"!! Grrrr people. Give me a freaking break. I don't do things that annoy you after you tell me it annoys you, so please try to return the courtesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/16991799-114438434003443312?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/114438434003443312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=114438434003443312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/114438434003443312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/114438434003443312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2006/04/pet-peeve.html' title='Pet Peeve'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-114365947109292776</id><published>2006-03-29T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T14:11:11.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=16709376" quality="high" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#000000" width="426" height="320" name="rockmyspace" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="never" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16991799-114365947109292776?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/114365947109292776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=114365947109292776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/114365947109292776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/114365947109292776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-114308860277469082</id><published>2006-03-22T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T23:36:42.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Really depressing story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I had to take my laptop to Best Buy and have them send it out to HP to get repaired. After 5 months, the fan wasn't working right. The comp kept overheating and stuff. So they sent it out...11 days later I get it back. I turn it on...and hey, where's my XP account? Nothing there but an account that says TEST. So I call Best Buy...after 10 minutes, the guy tells me that my hard drive was "faulty", so they replaced it. I lost everything I had on it. Over 300 pix, 600 songs, homework I saved, everything...soooo depressed. Lost almost all of my pix of Teona. I only have like 6, out of 100. And I lost the videos I took of her with my digital camera. This sucks ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/16991799-114308860277469082?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/114308860277469082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=114308860277469082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/114308860277469082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/114308860277469082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2006/03/really-depressing-story.html' title='Really depressing story'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-114288351025169441</id><published>2006-03-20T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T14:43:42.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Moving day is April 29th, for whoever wants to help. We decided on the apartment I liked. It's a 2 bedroom. We weren't able to get one with vaulted ceilings, but that's ok. It would probably just cause our gas bill to increase. I can't wait to move in. We're getting new furniture. I've never had new furniture in my own place before. It's always been hand-me-downs. I wish we could go shopping now, but Steve wants to wait so we won't have more stuff to move. I guess it makes sense. I'm just so excited! We're hoping to stay here for at least 3 years, till I graduate. Then we can buy a house. I'm gonna miss living with Bethany though. I won't get to go out and party as much. Steve doesn't like it when I drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a housewarming party. That way people can bring us presents, lol. Yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;3 DAYS TILL SPRING BREAK!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/16991799-114288351025169441?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/114288351025169441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=114288351025169441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/114288351025169441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/114288351025169441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2006/03/moving-day.html' title='Moving day!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-114206522823852426</id><published>2006-03-11T03:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T03:20:44.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New apartment!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I think we found our apartment! It's soooo nice. I want the 2 bedroom, but I'll be happy with either the 2 bedroom or the 1 bedroom + den. They're not too expensive for the area, but we would have to pay all utilities: gas, water, elec, sewer, and trash. The lady at the rental office said it's usually between $150-200. Really, how much could 2 people rack up in utilities? I figure in the summer the gas bill will be low, and in the winter the elec will go down. It has a washer and dryer already in it, which is FANTASTIC! It also has vaulted ceilings and a balcony. Sooo gorgeous inside and out. Heated pool, fitness room...lots of good stuff! I can't wait to move in. I hope we decide on these ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/16991799-114206522823852426?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/114206522823852426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=114206522823852426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/114206522823852426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/114206522823852426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-apartment.html' title='New apartment!!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-114143163117695382</id><published>2006-03-03T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T19:20:31.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I know, it's been almost a month. So what's been going on with me? Well, for the past four days I've been sick. According to the doctor I waited 3 hours to see on Tuesday, I have an upper respiratory infection. Basically, sore throat, cough, stuffy/runny nose. Feel like crap in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been to class since Monday. I took a test, then I left class to take Steve to the doctor. He has bronchitis. So I thought I had bronchitis when I got sick the next day, but according to the "doctor" I saw, it's not the same thing, and I'm not contagious. He wouldn't write me a note to get me out of clinical, but I still didn't go because I feel horrible. I called off work for Thursday and Friday. I went in on Wednesday, but it was so difficult to make it through with such a sore throat. I'm off tomorrow, and they're having an open casting call for the TV show "Deal or No Deal" in Cleveland. My cousin wants me to go, and I might depending on how I feel. I could definitely use some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring break's in 3 weeks. Can't wait! Although this week was a break from school, it wasn't very enjoyable considering I'm miserable. I'm going to Windsor for a night with my roommate Bethany and my little sister Lindsay. It'll be fun to go drinking and gambling for a night and forget about school and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/16991799-114143163117695382?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/114143163117695382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=114143163117695382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/114143163117695382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/114143163117695382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2006/03/been-while.html' title='Been a while!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-113915620142771474</id><published>2006-02-05T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T03:21:24.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I got a new digital camera yesterday. It's awesome. I'm trying to sell my old one on eBay. I just sold my iPod mini for $175 on eBay. I love eBay now. I used to like it when I needed to buy something, but now that I'm making money from it, I absolutely love it! I might sell my PC too. I don't use it anymore.&lt;/span&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/16991799-113915620142771474?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/113915620142771474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=113915620142771474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113915620142771474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113915620142771474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-camera.html' title='New camera'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-113872562572975412</id><published>2006-01-31T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T11:40:34.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;This is only the third week in the semester and I'm already in "I hate class" mode. Ugh. I do not want to go to class, I do not want to go get my clinical assignment, I do not want to go look up medications...I just don't! I want to lay around eating popcorn in my pj's watching old reruns of Friends. But I can't...gotta go to class, gotta get my assignment, gotta look up the meds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm craving every kind of food that's bad for me. I don't know why, maybe cuz I'm a girl (ya know). But I want Chinese really bad. And some German chocolate cake, yum. But I'm still gonna try for the bikini-ready body, so no Chinese or German chocolate cake for me. I've got Lean Cuisines and fat-free chocolate pudding calling my name. I really really really wanna look good this year. It just kills me to think that I could've done something about my weight last summer when I had time to work-out and stuff. Then I wouldn't be in this situation. Trying to eat right and squeeze time in for a work-out while going to nursing school and working is so tough. And I kinda feel like I don't have any support in this. When I talk to people about it, they just say I look fine and why do I wanna lose weight? I don't think they understand that I wanna lose weight for ME. For MY self-esteem...not for anyone else. I want to feel confident in a skirt or a bathing suit. I wanna look in the mirror and feel proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/16991799-113872562572975412?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/113872562572975412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=113872562572975412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113872562572975412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113872562572975412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2006/01/bleh.html' title='Bleh'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-113851707477413421</id><published>2006-01-29T01:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T01:44:34.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;                                Got my new car on Friday. It's so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/1600/26297A.03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/400/26297A.03.jpg" alt="" 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/16991799-113851707477413421?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/113851707477413421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=113851707477413421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113851707477413421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113851707477413421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2006/01/pic.html' title='Pic'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-113834114976904788</id><published>2006-01-27T00:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T00:52:29.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay new car!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I might be getting a new car, hopefully. I wanna trade in my truck for a 2004 Pontiac Sunfire. It's such a great car...fully loaded, great condition. Hopefully I'll be able to put some pix of my new car up tomorrow! Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/16991799-113834114976904788?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/113834114976904788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=113834114976904788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113834114976904788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113834114976904788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2006/01/yay-new-car.html' title='Yay new car!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-113825147949430738</id><published>2006-01-25T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T23:57:59.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been reading the news lately. I usually go to news.yahoo.com and check out the headlines and the odd news section. The news is disturbing! For instance: &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/school_bus_crash;_ylt=AupM7U4n745aNBiQGJ4NMyOs0NUE;_ylu=X3oDMTA2Z2szazkxBHNlYwN0bQ--"&gt;Florida Bus Crash Kills 7&lt;/a&gt;. Depressing! I know bad stuff happens every day, but I much happier with the world when I don't know about it. But why shelter myself? I'm 21 years old. Time to face the real world, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever get bored? Just starting clicking the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Next Blog" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;button at the top right of this screen. Keep clicking till you find something interesting to you. Trust me, you'll find something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are just dumb. That's all there is to it. They're just dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be in bed. Gotta be up in about 6 hours. I've been having sleeping problems lately though. Like, I can't get to sleep, and when I do, staying asleep is a problem, until it's time to wake up. Then I can't stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love cheesecake. Pretty much any kind, but especially strawberry cheesecake. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new digital camera. Maybe I'll get one, depending on how much my tax return is. Maybe not though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough random thoughts. Time for me to lie in bed staring at the ceiling till I finally drift off. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Good night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/16991799-113825147949430738?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/113825147949430738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=113825147949430738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113825147949430738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113825147949430738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2006/01/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-113796505716296828</id><published>2006-01-22T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T17:42:22.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Yay, I got to switch my clinical, so now I'm at Akron General, instead of BFE. Now I can sleep in an extra 15 minutes. And I switched my Tuesday night lab to Monday afternoons. This semester is working out a little better than I planned. Still gonna kick my ass though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I got my first bathing suit in the mail. I have no idea why they shipped them separately, but I got the blue one with the pink hearts. Definitely need to drop at least 15 lbs before it'll look good. I have some time before summer, so hopefully I can do it. I'm trying to make Steve discipline me and call me fat, but he won't do it, lol. I wonder why....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I bought Teona a bikini yesterday. It's bright pink with polka dots. I'll put pix up when I try it on her today. I hope she's here in the summer so I can take her swimming. Jacoby, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sparklespics.blogspot.com/"&gt;*Update: Teona's Pix*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/16991799-113796505716296828?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/113796505716296828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=113796505716296828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113796505716296828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113796505716296828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2006/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-113726593365580520</id><published>2006-01-14T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T14:21:40.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;God I am so frustrated right now! I start school this week, and my clinical starts on Wednesday at 7:00am. As if that wasn't bad enough, my original clinical site, the hospital 5 minutes away from my apartment, is not doing it now, for some reason or another. So now, I get to leave my hous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e at 6:15am and drive 17 miles away to some rehab hospital. I don't even wake up before noon! And now I have to get up at 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;am every Wednesday till May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;. And is it safe for me to be driving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;at that time in the morning? I have class till 10 the night before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o the most sleep I'm getting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; that night is 6 hours. This semester is going to kick my ass big time. I hate school!&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note...I'm going to the Bahamas in the fall! Miranda, Bethany, and I are going on a mini-vacation, for like 4 days and 3 nights. I can't wait! I've never seen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the beach before. Miranda says she's gonna pop my beach cherry, lol. So if I can manage to make it through this semester withou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;t killing myself, and the first mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;th or 2 of fall semester, I can loo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;k forward to my vacation. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; bought 4 bathing suits already for su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mmer...I know, 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; is a lot. But I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;plan on looking the best I've ever look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ed this year. I started my "bikini-b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ody diet".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the bathing suits I picked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/1600/VS_bikini2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/320/VS_bikini2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/1600/VS_bikini3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/320/VS_bikini3.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/1600/VS_bikini1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/320/VS_bikini1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ok now the green one below, I didn't get in green. I got it in this pink color:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/1600/VS_bikini4color.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/320/VS_bikini4color.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/1600/VS_bikini4.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/320/VS_bikini4.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/1600/VS_bikini4.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/16991799-113726593365580520?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/113726593365580520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=113726593365580520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113726593365580520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113726593365580520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2006/01/god-i-am-so-frustrated-right-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-113597320600430162</id><published>2005-12-30T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T15:06:46.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing weight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to lose weight. I'm not overweight, by general standards. I just want to lose some fat and gain some muscle. I know setting a goal weight isn't realistic. Some people just can't get to their goal weight, based on genetics and things like that. But I would like to lose around 15-20 lbs. My goal is to get there by summer. I started working out this week. It's been so long, and my body is aching, but it feels good to know that I'm working muscles that don't get much work on a daily basis. Ever since I got my job, switching from being a waitress, on my feet 5-6 hours a day, 5 days a week, to sitting at a desk 5 hours a day, 5 days a week, I feel just BLAH! Like I'm tired and don't want to do anything...but I need to get my motivation up to work out. When I exercise, I feel awesome. I feel strong and powerful. It feels so good to take a shower after a tough workout. Then, when I'm sitting at my desk, I don't feel so lazy. I know I worked out earlier in the day, and I know my body is still burning calories from earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one of my problems is that I'm impatient. I want to see results right away. I know it takes a little while, but I get frustrated when I've been working out good for a couple weeks, and the number on the scale is the same as before! I'm going to be honest here...I'm about 5'5", and I weigh 139 lbs. There, I did it. I got down to 134 a few months ago, but I didn't maintain it, which is really depressing. I know, I know...5 lbs, big deal. But when you want to drop weight, putting on 5 lbs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is a big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I let myself get carried away with the weight loss thing. My cousin says I have a warped body image. She thinks I see something different when I look at myself than what other people see when they look at me. Maybe that's true...so how do I fix it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can remember wanting is to have a flat stomach. I don't care if I stay 139 lbs. I want to have a toned, sexy stomach that I can show off and not be self-concious about in a bathing suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this rambling on...probably doesn't make much sense. One thing I should mention...a little over a year ago, I was 156 lbs. So I have lost some...but I wasn't trying at the time. It was the result of some serious personal issues. I was barely eating due to stress, and I dropped the weight really quick. But now that my life is pretty much back in control, I haven't gained most of it back. Good, right?&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/16991799-113597320600430162?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/113597320600430162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=113597320600430162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113597320600430162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113597320600430162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2005/12/losing-weight.html' title='Losing weight'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-113544903808440466</id><published>2005-12-24T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T14:23:46.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I've had a request to update...so here ya go. Umm...what's been going on? Finished all my finals...went well, I guess. I'm still waiting on one grade to come in, from Fiction Appreciation class. But the rest are: Anatomy I, B+. Anatomy I Lab, B. Professional Role Development, A-. Foundations of Nursing Practice I, B+. So I have around a 3.32 now. Not fantastic, but it'll do. My goal for next semester is 3.5. We'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out last night. I had a great time! It's the first time I've gone out in a while. So much fun! We went dancing at a bar not too far from my house. We're going again on Thursday, but to a different bar. I didn't take any pix last night, sorry! I'll take some next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents got a little baby last week (they do foster parenting). OK, she's not that little, lol. She's 7 months old and her name is Teona. She's a chunk! So cute and chubby. Check out &lt;a href="http://sparklespics.blogspot.com/"&gt;my photo blog&lt;/a&gt; for some pix of her. I just love her. They have a 4 yr old boy too. His name is Jacoby, and he's my little buddy. I'll put some pix of him on there too. He's so excited about Santa coming tonite. I can't wait to see him with his presents tomorrow. He's a sweet kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, don't know what else to tell you! I'll write tomorrow or Monday and let ya know how Christmas went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/16991799-113544903808440466?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/113544903808440466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=113544903808440466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113544903808440466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113544903808440466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2005/12/well-ive-had-request-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-113421879630231508</id><published>2005-12-10T07:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T07:47:31.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So done</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so freaking tired. I got up earlier than usual this morning to finish up a paper I should've had done by last night. I say this at the end of every semester, but next semester I am not screwing around. I need to get my act together. I decided to look into a master's degree from Case Western Reserve after I graduate here. I want to be a Certified Nurse Midwife. So I need to keep my grades up now so I can get into Case. I'm sure that after I graduate I will just want to take a break, and I might for a year or two. I might work at the Cleveland Clinic. Maybe I'll work full-time for a year or two then go back to school. Maybe not...who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week till break! Thank God! I don't think I can take it anymore. I just have to get thru class today (starts in 15 min), 3 exams next week, and a take-home final for this class that has to be turned in next Saturday morning. I can't wait till next Sunday. I am going to be LAZY the entire day! Going to sit around in my pj's watching TV and not do anything worthwhile. I deserve it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day I'll probably try to start a work-out routine. I haven't been to the gym in months. I need to get up and just go. Everytime I have a little free time, I'm too tired to drive there and work out. Anyone want to buy me a home gym? No? Ok then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/16991799-113421879630231508?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/113421879630231508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=113421879630231508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113421879630231508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113421879630231508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-done.html' title='So done'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-113384137361948984</id><published>2005-12-05T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T22:56:13.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plastic Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I watch plastic surgery shows on TV. I really want implants and liposuction. I decided that if the time comes that I have the time and money, I'm doing it. Why not? You only live once, and I'd prefer to be happier with myself while I'm still young enough to enjoy my body. I'm healthy, and I've been put under anesthesia twice before, so I don't foresee any complications. I know there's a risk of plenty of things going wrong, but I'm confident in my decision. My boyfriend keeps telling me I don't need surgery, but it's not that I feel I need it, more like I WANT it. And I know he would love it if I was more comfortable with myself. I know he'll support me if I choose to do it. He respects my decisions. And I'm sure he'll be excited with the results (even though he swears he's satisfied now). Who knows? Maybe one day he'll want MY bikini pic to be the background on his desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/16991799-113384137361948984?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/113384137361948984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=113384137361948984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113384137361948984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113384137361948984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2005/12/plastic-surgery.html' title='Plastic Surgery'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-113371979101135659</id><published>2005-12-04T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T13:09:51.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I started a new blog to show some pictures I've taken. I'm new at this, but I really like it. So if you wanna see my other blog, go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" href="http://sparklespics.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Picture Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&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/16991799-113371979101135659?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/113371979101135659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=113371979101135659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113371979101135659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113371979101135659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2005/12/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-113341239585872476</id><published>2005-11-30T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T23:52:58.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So I've been spending lots of time working on my MySpace profile. I don't know why, just started doing it, and it's looks pretty now! Check it out: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://myspace.com/sparkles225"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I wanna make this page better, but I don't know how. See, I'm not really up on all that HTML crap. I can make do, but making a whole template isn't easy. I just want the same style I have now, with a different background and some cute glitter GIFs up there. I wanna make it SPARKLE (like me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;If anyone knows how to help me with this, please let me know! Otherwise it'll stay this boring color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a 96% on the paper I did last week, and it's 15% of my grade. I'm thrilled! And I got an 84% on my Anatomy test from 2 weeks ago. I'm happy with that, considering we were told that would be the hardest test out of all 4. Some people I know said they got like 60% or lower. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, here's a pic of my babies!! Aren't they cute? Jack is the black and white one, and Coco is the black one. I just love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/1600/together2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/320/together2.jpg" alt="" 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/16991799-113341239585872476?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/113341239585872476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=113341239585872476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113341239585872476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113341239585872476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2005/11/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-113306912346612248</id><published>2005-11-27T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T23:49:46.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov. 26th, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So what's been going on lately? Steve and I went to see "Rent" on Thanksgiving, it was cool. I heard the Broadway version is better though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was ok, although my whole family is now speculating on me being pregnant or not (&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not, as far as I know&lt;/span&gt;). My aunt decided to tell me I looked really pretty and that I was "glowing". So naturally, they assume that I'm pregnant and I'm not telling them. Oh well. They can think what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three more weeks of school till the semester is over...thank God! I don't think I could take anymore. These past few days of no class have flown by. I just wanna sleep all day tomorrow, but I need to do some laundry. Ugh. Tired of laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just a little rant here...why do people want to tell you what they think you should do? Do I care what people think I should do? Isn't this my life? I understand that they all have my best interests at heart, but I'm so tired of the "advice". Everyone thinks I should do this and that, when I want something completely different. Sometimes I just want to say SHUT UP! I'm 21 years old! Let me live my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note...good nite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/16991799-113306912346612248?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/113306912346612248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=113306912346612248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113306912346612248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113306912346612248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2005/11/nov-26th-2005.html' title='Nov. 26th, 2005'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-113251238193458204</id><published>2005-11-20T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T13:46:21.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I got my laptop yesterday! I love it. Hopefully I will put it to good use, and my grades might actually improve. They're not bad, just not what I want them to be. Last year it was mostly A's, with a B or two in there. This year, all B's, with maybe a C or two! I can't get C's! The lowest grade I've ever gotten in a college course was a C+ in Humanities, and if you go to Akron, you know Humanities sucks! I struggled to get that C+. But this year, these teachers are bullshit! Everyone studies forever and barely anyone gets an A. That's just crazy. I know I'm not the smartest one in class, but there is a girl with a 3.97 GPA who is having a hard time. Come on...don't you think you might be screwing us up here? But oh well...they won't listen to us. One of the girls even sent a letter to the teacher...I don't think anything has come of it though. We'll see.&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/16991799-113251238193458204?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/113251238193458204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=113251238193458204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113251238193458204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113251238193458204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2005/11/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-113237512216531824</id><published>2005-11-18T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T23:39:12.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I decided to get a laptop. I found one I want at Best Buy. I ordered it, and Steve and I are going to pick it up tomorrow. Yay for me! It's a lot of money, but oh well. Charge it! It will be useful for school though. It'll be nice to have a comp handy at school when I need one. I won't have to wait an hour for someone to return their laptop in the student union. And it'll last me until after I graduate. Then I'll probably buy a new desktop PC. I'm so excited bout it. It has a DVD player on it, so I can watch movies wherever I want. It also has a wireless card already in it, so I don't need to worry about that. I'm going to bed, write more later.&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/16991799-113237512216531824?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/113237512216531824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=113237512216531824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113237512216531824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113237512216531824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2005/11/laptop.html' title='Laptop!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-113219962245759393</id><published>2005-11-16T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T22:54:07.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I should be studying. Plain and simple, that's what I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;be doing. Am I? Not at the moment. But I know it's going to catch up to me. I have an LRC test-out tomorrow at 7:30am. I have to go and perform a sterile dressing change (not on a real person) and put on sterile gloves. I just don't want to do it. Then I have an Anatomy test at 2:15...grrrr...sooooo tired of school. I just want December 17th to come! I can't wait until this semester is over. I want to have time to sleep, work out, read a book, and be lazy. I'm tired!!!!!!!!!!!&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/16991799-113219962245759393?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/113219962245759393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=113219962245759393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113219962245759393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113219962245759393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2005/11/stressed.html' title='Stressed'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-113192624451810941</id><published>2005-11-13T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T13:47:25.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was a wonderful, wonderful day! I slept in until 1 pm. I don't even remember the last time I did that. I probably would've slept longer if Steve hadn't texted me. It's ok though...I don't think I needed to sleep longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid around and did a little homework (barely), then I took a long shower and sat down on the couch with a bowl of rocky road ice cream and watched Moulin Rouge. I think that's one of my all-time favorite movies. If you've never seen it, you HAVE to watch it. It may seem a little weird the first time you see it, but it's one of the greatest love stories ever. Yes, it may be somewhat of a "chick flick", but it's worth it. I absolutely adore Ewan McGregor, ever since I saw Moulin Rouge for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Steve gets off work at 8 I'm going over there to hang out and play Animal Crossing. I love that game, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other night I had one of those dreams that is so realistic it's just scary. I had a dream I was pregnant. I was probably about 4 months along, and Steve and I got to see the ultrasound, and we found out it was a boy. We named him Aiden. It was so weird because when I woke up, my hand was on my stomach, and it took me a minute to realize it was a dream. Even now, I remember it like it WAS real. So strange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind having a baby now. I know Steve wants to wait until I graduate and we get married, but if it happened now, I'd be beyond excited. I know we don't have time or money to have a baby now, but I don't really care. I would be thrilled. I can't help it...that's just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/16991799-113192624451810941?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/113192624451810941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=113192624451810941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113192624451810941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113192624451810941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2005/11/lazy-day.html' title='Lazy day'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-113185563706822447</id><published>2005-11-12T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T23:22:05.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I don't know what possessed me, but I worked 50 hours this past week! Unlimited overtime at work, so I could have worked every single hour that the center was open if I wanted to. Not like I would want to, but I can't wait to get this paycheck in 2 weeks! It's going straight to my Target Visa bill. Gotta get that paid off ASAP. Too high of an APR to just let it keep piling up. And listen to this crazy shit!! Target increased my limit again! I've had the card for a little over 1 year. My limit started out at $2000. Way too much, cuz I will spend up to the limit. Then, they increased it to $3000. Now I found out they increased it yet again, so it's now $4500!!! I do not need that! They are so evil. They know it's temptation for me. They know how much money I can blow in a short amount of time. Grrrr!! Evil Target Visa people!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16991799-113185563706822447?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/113185563706822447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=113185563706822447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113185563706822447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113185563706822447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2005/11/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted!!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-113085468020601911</id><published>2005-11-01T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T23:04:03.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Pix</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Click on the link to the right for My Photo Albums to see more Halloween pix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16991799-113085468020601911?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/113085468020601911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=113085468020601911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113085468020601911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113085468020601911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2005/11/halloween-pix.html' title='Halloween Pix'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-113077666639758715</id><published>2005-10-31T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T23:05:38.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid nursing stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sitting here in the nursing computer lab trying to kill time. We have these little online practice exams, 4 of them, that have to be completed by the end of the semester. Well, they're 50 questions, and they don't really care about your score. They just want to see that you took at least 50 minutes on each test. I don't need 50 minutes to do 50 questions...I need maybe 20 minutes. So now I'm just sitting here, letting the timer run on the other browser, waiting for it to hit 50 minutes so I can click complete. This is so stupid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh also, we had a test today in my nursing class. I didn't have a lot of time to study, because I actually had a little bit of a social life going on this past week. But actually, I was pleasantly surprised while taking the test. It wasn't nearly as hard as I thought it would be. So then we came back into the room when everyone was done, and we went over it quickly so we could figure out our scores. Some of the questions I missed were so dumb...the answer that THEY said was right was so unbelievably wrong. I am having a serious problem with this...I got an 84%, but with the 3 or 4 questions that I am fighting, I could have a 90%. That's a big difference. And I'm not the only one having issues with the test...almost everyone else agrees with me on at least 1 or 2 of the questions. So now we have to wait while the instructors "review" the test. They better give us credit on all of those. This is just ridiculous. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16991799-113077666639758715?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/113077666639758715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=113077666639758715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113077666639758715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113077666639758715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2005/10/stupid-nursing-stuff.html' title='Stupid nursing stuff'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-113069685904184842</id><published>2005-10-30T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T13:27:39.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/1600/nurse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/320/nurse2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Here's a couple pix till I get them all up. Let me know what you think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/1600/nurse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/320/nurse.jpg" 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/16991799-113069685904184842?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/113069685904184842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=113069685904184842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113069685904184842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113069685904184842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2005/10/pix.html' title='Pix'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-113038362708889731</id><published>2005-10-26T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T23:30:11.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo-hoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got an 88% on my Anatomy test I took last week! Yay! I'm so relieved. Now I just have to get through everything else I have going on this week (see previous post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till this weekend. Steve starts his vacation at work, so he's staying the night Friday night...although I have class at 8 Saturday morning. Blah. I hate getting up early on Saturdays...never again will I take a Saturday class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Saturday night, it's dress-up time!!! I cannot wait. I never get to see my friends, so this is gonna be so fun! I'll post pix on Sunday. Thank God for digital cameras. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/16991799-113038362708889731?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/113038362708889731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=113038362708889731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113038362708889731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113038362708889731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2005/10/woo-hoo.html' title='Woo-hoo!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-113018498893563423</id><published>2005-10-24T16:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T23:27:41.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It's been a while since I've written...sorry about that. Things have been kinda crazy. Just took an Anatomy test last week, finished a paper yesterday, and did a presentation today. It's almost time for work, then when I get home I have to finish some homework I should've done like a week or 2 ago. Sometime before next Saturday I have to write a paper on John Steinbeck's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Of Mice and Men. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I also have a test next Monday, and this weekend is Boo at the Zoo, at the Akron Zoo. The Collegiate Nursing Club is volunteering to pass out candy, and I signed up. Also, Saturday night my friends and I are dressing up for Halloween and going out partying. See? I leave a little time for fun in between the loads of school responsibilities. Very little, though.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gerbils are doing good. I think they like it here...they seem to, at least. How do you tell when gerbils are happy? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Work is going good. This is our last week of training. Friday is our "graduation" from training. Then starting Monday I'm on the phones for real. Scary...I feel so unprepared still. Hopefully I'll feel more confident after this week. Wish me luck!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16991799-113018498893563423?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/113018498893563423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=113018498893563423&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113018498893563423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/113018498893563423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2005/10/been-while.html' title='Been a while'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-112969198447600239</id><published>2005-10-18T23:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T23:19:44.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gerbils</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I changed my mind yet again. I got 2 gerbils on Saturday. They're both girls, which is good, c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/1600/S5300260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/200/S5300260.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uz I don't want any gerbil babies on my hands. One is tan, her name is Mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lly. My roommate Bethany named her that. The other is brown, I named her Daisy. They require the same care as hamsters, so it shouldn't be t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oo bad. They like to chew on everything though...gerbils have teeth that ju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;st keep growing, so they chew to shorten their teeth. I already had to take a plastic running whe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el and a plastic tube toy out of their tank because they chewed on them. There is a wood little house in there, but the girl at the pet store said it's ok if they chew on that. I can just get a new one if they gnaw on it too much. I'm gonna go watch TV now, I'll write more about the gerbils later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/16991799-112969198447600239?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/112969198447600239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=112969198447600239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/112969198447600239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/112969198447600239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2005/10/gerbils.html' title='Gerbils'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-112930356503922487</id><published>2005-10-14T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T11:26:05.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So now I don't know if I really want a frog...I read all about them online, on a bunch of different sites, and I don't know if I have the time to put into it. Plus, I really don't want to have to have live crickets in my room. I might just get a dwarf hamster. I had one before, but he died after about 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.petoftheday.com/archive/2005/July/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.petoftheday.com/archive/2005/July/19.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;years (RIP Guido). I have everything I need...all I would need to get would be food, and a hamster! They're pretty easy to take care of...you just need to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;clean the cage like once a week, and feed them every day and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; give them fresh water. They eat hamster mix, which is a combination of seeds and corn, stuff like that. And they are so cute! They also don't mind being picked up that much...you just gotta watch out for droppings on your hands. I'd rather have hamster droppings on my hands than live crickets escaping in my bedroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16991799-112930356503922487?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/112930356503922487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=112930356503922487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/112930356503922487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/112930356503922487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-112929948751214111</id><published>2005-10-14T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T23:20:43.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'm getting a frog this weekend, I think. Yay! It's actually going to be a fire-belly toad (I think that's what it's called). I sat with this woman who I work with last night to listen to her take calls, and her and her husband own Fishland Pets on State Rd. So I talked to her about how much I want a frog, and I'm going to go in there probably tomorrow and see what I can get. I'm so excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16991799-112929948751214111?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/112929948751214111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=112929948751214111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/112929948751214111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/112929948751214111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2005/10/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-112917458014302004</id><published>2005-10-12T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T23:40:18.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/1600/frog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/200/frog2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I like frogs. There's a pond right in front of my apartment, and there are lots of frogs. You can hardly ever see one, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;if you walk close to the edge of the pond, they make a little squeaky noise and jump into the pond. I want one for a pet. My &lt;a href="http://www.thebigunit622.blogspot.com/"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/a&gt; showed me this website, &lt;a href="http://www.allaboutfrogs.org/funstuff/randomfrog.html"&gt;Random Frog Generator&lt;/a&gt;, where you just keep clicking and a different picture of a frog shows up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/1600/frog4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/200/frog4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I can't get enough of the cute little frogs. I think I'm gonna get one soon...maybe I should run that by my roommate first. I don't think she'd mind if it was in my room though. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/1600/frog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7388/1627/200/frog3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16991799-112917458014302004?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/112917458014302004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=112917458014302004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/112917458014302004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/112917458014302004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2005/10/frogs.html' title='Frogs'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-112895825556064935</id><published>2005-10-10T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T09:47:13.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling pretty down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Do you ever get really down? Like for no reason? That's how I've been for a while now. I don't know if it's due to stress from school or starting a new job or what, but I have not felt like myself lately. I'm normally pretty self-concious and insecure, but I've been even more self-concious and insecure recently. It could be partly because I lost weight in a very short amount of time, and I all of a sudden stopped losing weight, and am now actually gaining some back. I don't want to gain weight...I actually wanna lose 15-20 more lbs. I know it's not gonna happen with me sitting on my ass all day long, but I can hope, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I don't know what I'm saying...I think I'm sleep-deprived (a sleep-deprived nursing student? what an uncommon thing!). I think I need a day to myself...with no school or work or anything. That will never happen, but again, I can hope, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;On a lighter note...I got a 96% on my Professional Role Development test that I took last Monday...all that studying paid off! Now I just have to get through my Anatomy lab mid-term (worth 35% of my entire grade), an Anatomy lecture exam next week (25% of my grade), and countless other tests, quizzes, and papers coming up soon. So far I'm doing ok in school...I got a B+ on my first nursing test, and a A- on my math nursing test. I also passed my LRC practical, and I got a B- on my first Anatomy test. So I'm not doing as good as I can, but I'm managing. This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.uakron.edu/nursing/"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; thing is kicking my ass this semester. I wanna do stuff for myself, like work out or read a book, but there's so much studying to do. As a matter of fact, I need to go study for my Anatomy mid-term now...I'll let you know how it goes. The test is on Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16991799-112895825556064935?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/112895825556064935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=112895825556064935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/112895825556064935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/112895825556064935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2005/10/feeling-pretty-down.html' title='Feeling pretty down'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-112874204468011843</id><published>2005-10-07T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T23:31:33.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRRR!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;So listen to this crap...I was getting ready to leave for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allstate.com/"&gt;work&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; today, and I couldn't find my keys. I have a spare key to my truck, but my apartment door needs to be locked from the outside, and I didn't want to leave it unlocked all day. So I ran around looking for my keys, and I just about gave up...started to walk out the door with my spare, when I remembered that I had brought laundry in the last time I came in, so my keys were probably in the laundry basket. I ran up and sure enough, there they were. So I raced out the door, and managed to get stuck at every freaking red light from here to work. I ran into work, about 1 minute late. No one said anything, and another girl came in the same time as me, so I didn't think anything of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, at the end of the night, the supervisor asked me and the other girl to stick around for a minute. She told us since we were late, we each had to give up one ticket (a stupid little incentive thing they do during training, raffle for "fabulous prizes"), and we had to either take a tardy (4 tardies equal an "occurrence", 6 "occurrences" in 1 year and you're fired), or we had to take it out of our paid emergency time, which comes out of our regular paid time off (PTO). Now, for the emergency time, you have to take 15 minutes at a time...so for being 1 minute late, I would have to take 15 minutes. What should I do? I don't want to risk it with the tardies...they add up for a year before they start to drop off...what if I am late a few times in the winter because of traffic or weather? But I don't wanna take 15 minutes out of my 1 5-hr day off till the end of the year...I don't know what to do. I'm on the fence here. Comment me and let me know what you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, tomorrow is shopping and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hudsonjaycees.com/haunted/index.asp"&gt;haunted house&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; day! Yay! I just have to get through class from 8-10:30 (note: never take a Saturday class! you will regret it). Also have to do laundry...did 2 loads today, but the stupid dryer at my apartments didn't dry them all the way, and I didn't have any more quarters. So in addition to doing the other 2-3 loads, I now have to finish drying the stuff I washed today. Grr! That's all I can say. This day is just grrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16991799-112874204468011843?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/112874204468011843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=112874204468011843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/112874204468011843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/112874204468011843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2005/10/grrrr.html' title='GRRRR!!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-112843385000712007</id><published>2005-10-04T09:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T09:52:20.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going shopping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;So for a while now, I've been telling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;" href="http://sparkles225.myphotoalbum.com/view_photo.php?set_albumName=album08&amp;id=me_steve_bru"&gt;my boyfriend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; that he needs to let me help him pick out clothes. He's one of those guys that only really goes for comfort...although his clothes usually match, so I guess it's not that bad. But if he could, he would wear jean shorts and t-shirts everyday for the rest of his life. But I guess he finally decided to let me help him out...we're going shopping on Saturday. He said he doesn't care where we go, as long as I drive. And he has the right to refuse to buy anything, but he agreed to go to any store and try on anything I pick. This is gonna be so fun! He's such a cutie, but he needs some help with the clothes. I can't wait! And, we're going to a haunted house Saturday night, which we haven't done in a few years, so this should be a good day altogether.&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/16991799-112843385000712007?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/112843385000712007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=112843385000712007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/112843385000712007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/112843385000712007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2005/10/going-shopping.html' title='Going shopping!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-112776652991884597</id><published>2005-09-26T16:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T16:28:49.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Gotta go to work today, no time to write! Sorry to all my fans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16991799-112776652991884597?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/112776652991884597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=112776652991884597&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/112776652991884597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/112776652991884597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2005/09/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-112753239210765809</id><published>2005-09-23T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T23:28:15.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel better honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So my &lt;a href="http://www.thebigunit622.blogspot.com/"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/a&gt; is sick...he never gets sick! But he actually called off work for Friday and Saturday, and went to the doctor today. He has only called off a couple times in 5 years at his job, and he hardly ever goes to the doctor, unless absolutely necessary. So that's how you can tell he must really be sick. The doc said he has a sinus infection, and gave him some antibiotics. Hopefully he should feel good enough to go back to work Sunday. He really doesn't like missing work. I don't like him being sick either...usually he's the one taking care of me (most recently after a night of a little too much drinking on my part). So everyone pray he gets better!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16991799-112753239210765809?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/112753239210765809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=112753239210765809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/112753239210765809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/112753239210765809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2005/09/feel-better-honey.html' title='Feel better honey'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-112750664656717727</id><published>2005-09-23T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T16:17:26.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to work I go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16991799-112750664656717727?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/112750664656717727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=112750664656717727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/112750664656717727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/112750664656717727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2005/09/today.html' title='Today....'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-112741914947947250</id><published>2005-09-22T15:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T15:59:44.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I am so exhausted today! I was up till at least 12, and I got up at 6:30...took a shower and went to class from 8-10. Then me and Steve hung out for a while, then I went back to class from 2:15-3:15. Usually goes till 3:35, but we got out a little early today. Now, I'm killing time before work at 5. I just feel so worn out lately...school is tough...had a quiz yesterday in Anatomy lab, and I have a nursing test on Monday, an Anatomy test on Tuesday, and a nursing LRC test on Thursday. Crazy week. Plus, I just started my new job on Monday, the 19th. So my head is just full of stuff to know and remember...hopefully I can get it all down by the deadlines. Pray for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16991799-112741914947947250?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/112741914947947250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=112741914947947250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/112741914947947250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/112741914947947250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2005/09/tired.html' title='Tired!'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16991799.post-112735927960906917</id><published>2005-09-21T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T15:54:29.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger virgin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;My first blog! How special! So, I got this blog just so I could comment on my &lt;a href="http://www.thebigunit622.blogspot.com/"&gt;boyfriend's blog&lt;/a&gt;...but it's so pretty and pink, I just have to write in it! So enjoy...you'll get my most personal thoughts and feelings (feel sorry for yourself NOW!). Also, you'll get updates on my life, school, work, and relationships. More to come later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://facebook.com/p.php?id=39108455&amp;amp;l=912134131a"&gt;Facebook me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16991799-112735927960906917?l=sparkles225.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/feeds/112735927960906917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16991799&amp;postID=112735927960906917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/112735927960906917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16991799/posts/default/112735927960906917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkles225.blogspot.com/2005/09/blogger-virgin.html' title='Blogger virgin'/><author><name>Britt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042961259803195760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
