<?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-7100585</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:57:54.158-05:00</updated><category term='Changes'/><category term='3WW'/><title type='text'>A not so ordinary life....</title><subtitle type='html'>"If life were like a box of chocolates, I'd probably be a skittle..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>204</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-866125278567211347</id><published>2008-12-30T23:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:08:03.675-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse Me, Operator.</title><content type='html'>....Could you please connect me to the time in my life where skinned knees, were alot easier to heal the broken hearts...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality called last night....and what it had to tell me was all too familiar.  Ladies &amp;amp; Gents. I am two months shy of 29.  I have spent the last 6 years of my life singing the same song...only to find out the record is broken...and I have, like so many who have gone before me, fell  into the "comfortable" mode in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as 2009 has been knocking at my door, I've made some rather rash decisions, and for the first time in my life I am going to do things for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking at transfer options, searching jobs, apartments, and uhaul quotes. I've wanted to move back to Boston for the last two years, and this year....I am going to do it.  I plan on being in beantown no later than the 4th of July....  I am looking for an apartment in the North End, or the back bay.  I don't want to do the suburbs, I want to live in the heart of the city... I want to go home.   So, if anyone comes across this and you know of any apartments that may be coming available early summer...lettasistaknow...  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say, it takes alot of balls....and yes, I said balls...to pick up and move 1400 miles away from all that I have known since I was 18.... but these last 10 years in Memphis have kicked my ass....and I am ready to be happy again.... and happy to me is sitting in Fenway Park with a "fenway frank", watching my red sox.....or in Donovan's with an ice cold Sam Adams watching it on the big screen. I'll take either one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..hello world.  Tiffany is back. And she's headed North.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Standing at the back door, she tried to make it fast, but once she hit the hardwood it felt like broken glass, she said sometimes love slips away and you just can't get it back...let's face it. For one split second she almost turned around, but that would be like pouring raindrops back into a cloud...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-866125278567211347?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/866125278567211347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=866125278567211347&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/866125278567211347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/866125278567211347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2008/12/excuse-me-operator.html' title='Excuse Me, Operator.'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-9001125227678190189</id><published>2008-11-12T00:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:56:08.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Beginning to Look alot Like Christmas.....</title><content type='html'>There are times in my life when I wonder why I have chosen a career in retail management. The hours are horrendous, the workload is enormous, and the multiple personalities you deal with on a daily basis can be somewhat overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every year about this time when things get hectic I remember why I am where I am....the lights and trees and all the fancy decorations are  going up all around me....and all the world is at peace....well, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that if only for a little while, I can make a huge impact on the people around me. I would like to think that I can give them a little bit of "sunshine" during the hustle and bustle of the Holiday Season. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of the consumers who plan to descend on the ever-fading retail market this Holiday Season,  remember the people there....in those stores...this is their Christmas too.  The people working management in your favorite retailers are more than likely working 6 days a week, 12 hours a day for the next 8 weeks...to ensure your Holiday season is the best their is to offer. So as you get frustrated with the long lines, the coupons that aren't working, the specials that were gone before you got there.....etc, stop and think before you let those "cheerful" words slip out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;City sidewalks, busy sidewalks, filled with Holiday charm, in the air there's a feeling of Christmas.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-9001125227678190189?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/9001125227678190189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=9001125227678190189&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/9001125227678190189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/9001125227678190189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-beginning-to-look-alot-like.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning to Look alot Like Christmas.....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-7330451655065056573</id><published>2008-10-29T19:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:09:11.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day...</title><content type='html'>...Another Dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to consider myself a rather successful businesswoman. I have been with the same company for a little over 5 years. During these 5 years, I have held 11 positions. I work hard. I love what I do, and I am pretty darn good at it, but I feel the need to make one rather important clarification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage ALOT of people.  By alot I mean it ranges from 65-90 daily. Of those people, I would say 98% of them are women.  Now, being a woman myself, I feel I have the right to say this: This is a business. It is NOT a junior high study hall. I chose not to be a teacher because I would like to leave all the DRAMA that comes with junior high in the past. Instead I am constantly badgered with the he said she said BS that comes with working with teenagers....however most of them are old enough to be my Mother.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class Dismissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-7330451655065056573?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/7330451655065056573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=7330451655065056573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/7330451655065056573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/7330451655065056573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-day.html' title='Another Day...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-1044081511548146425</id><published>2008-10-29T00:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:17:30.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One can always go  home....</title><content type='html'>I feel like I am probably writing this to myself right now, seeing that most of my readers are long gone.  It's been over a year since I posted anything.  Life happens. I allow it too consume me, and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to an old friend for a while tonight. It never ceases to amaze me how escaping to a memory can still set my soul on fire. . .  Makes  me wonder if leaving that time and place was the right decision....If I can still remember every detail of every conversation...every touch... does that make it just a normal memory or something more.... I guess I will never know.  But it feels good to know, even if only in mind....I can always go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I can still feel you just as close as skin every now and then..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-1044081511548146425?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/1044081511548146425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=1044081511548146425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/1044081511548146425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/1044081511548146425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-can-always-go-home.html' title='One can always go  home....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-4053591749628161888</id><published>2007-05-10T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T23:49:25.440-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changes'/><title type='text'>Ouch. That Hurt.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think life should come with it's very own Emergency Repair kit.  You know so when life just isn't they way it "should be" you can simply just bandage up and keep on trucking.  Now, wouldn't that be nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have set some goals for myself. Some I have mentioned before. Life changing goals. But in order for me to be on track to meeting my goals, I have to make several changes, some bigger than others. Some that are easy, and some that just hurt like hell.  That's the part I'd like to skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that I will have to leave behind. Thats what breaks me. That is what causes me to stop dead and my tracks and wonder  if I am making the right decision or not. If you truly love someone, how do you begin planning a future without them in it? That, my friends, is a hard question to ask, but can you imagine how hard it is to answer? So you keep heading towards your goal...knowing that eventually you will have to leave the place where you are, and when that time comes you hope that they will follow you. But what if they don't? Ouch. That could hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to think that we are a essential part of someone's or some people's lives. But what happens when  it comes down to the line, and you find out all to abruptly that they really didn't need you after all? Ouch. That Hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH! I have to stop thinking and get some rest. It's gotta get easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Knew I could never hold that girl, She was born to see the world. All I got is a picture... she mailed me. Barefoot in the snow white sand, A bag of sea shells in her hand, She finally found a paradise it seems. On the coast of somewhere beautiful, Trade winds blowin' through her hair, Sunlight dancin' on the water,  And I wish I was there. Don't know how I'm gonna find her, All I know so far...She's on the coast of somewhere beautiful,  Runnin' with my heart."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-4053591749628161888?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/4053591749628161888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=4053591749628161888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/4053591749628161888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/4053591749628161888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2007/05/ouch-that-hurt.html' title='Ouch. That Hurt.'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-2624260016032368679</id><published>2007-05-09T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T22:09:09.713-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3WW'/><title type='text'>3WW.....</title><content type='html'>Found this over at &lt;a href="www.littlenibbler.blogspot.com"&gt;Bone's Place&lt;/a&gt; and decided to give it a shot....hold the applause, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to Three Word Wednesday. Each week, I will post three (or more) random words. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write something using all of those words. It can be a few lines, a story, a poem, anything. I'll also attempt to write something using the same three words.Leave a comment if you participate. Many fun and interesting people might visit your blog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Packed&lt;br /&gt;2. Cozy&lt;br /&gt;3. Anticipation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun beat down heavily on us as we PACKED into Micah's Explorer. It felt good to be free again. Free of essays, free of pop quizzes, and free of all the drama that dorm life can bring. We had no real destination in mind. Just drive til' we hit the shore line. Now, I am no geography major, but I do know that there is no shoreline too close to Chicago, Illinois. So I decided it was best if I made myself COZY between the two not-so-tiny-eats-their-wheaties-for-breakfast lacrosse players that joined me in the back seat. I should have known better. There would be no rest and relaxation in a truck packed with 5 of the rowdiest souls that our little prestigous university had ever seen. I'm not sure if it was the ANTICIPATION of the week ahead of us, or just the excitement to be done with the books for good, but that ride proved to be the wildest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Baby you don't know what it's like. Baby you don't know what it's like. To love somebody, to love somebody..the way I love you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-2624260016032368679?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/2624260016032368679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=2624260016032368679&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/2624260016032368679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/2624260016032368679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2007/05/3ww.html' title='3WW.....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-701968901514803913</id><published>2007-05-08T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T01:09:29.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Blog</title><content type='html'>Random Rant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a year long hiatus from the blog-world, many of the blogs that I used to visit on a daily  basis, are no longer in existence. So in efforts to re-build by blog library I ventured into the world of the &lt;em&gt;next blog&lt;/em&gt;  button. yah. not so much.  Turns out that only about 1 out of every 1,347,465 are in english. So my efforts turned up, few results. Oh well.  So lemme know if your out there, and you have something interesting to say. K?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-701968901514803913?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/701968901514803913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=701968901514803913&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/701968901514803913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/701968901514803913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2007/05/next-blog.html' title='Next Blog'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-4721580740782432674</id><published>2007-05-07T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T22:06:17.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ups and Downs....</title><content type='html'>.....of Beale Street Music Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ventured down to, what has come to be known as Mudfest last night. Mainly, because I wanted to see Daughtry and Hinder. It's the only night I went this year, and I am quite ok with that. I am too fond of Drunken Crazy Crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U2EabXpk9D8/Rj_kel7OFjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GnWOsRH7pcU/s1600-h/Clinch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062015720415434290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U2EabXpk9D8/Rj_kel7OFjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GnWOsRH7pcU/s320/Clinch2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I feel that it is only fair to humor you with my humble recap. Daughtry, who honestly was who I was really looking forward too...well, didn't do all that great. Actually, that is putting it quite nicely. It seemed he spent more time screaming than singing. Now to his defense, when he actually decided to sing he did sound half-way decent. And the band sounded amazing. Mid-way thru the show (about the time Counting Crows was starting on another stage), the crowd began to dwindle. I was a tad bit disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now HINDER on the other hand, rocked out. I mean kicked -butt rocked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U2EabXpk9D8/Rj_mXl7OFkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FBiiTQ4BZqk/s1600-h/p60424oqsdq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062017799179605570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="178" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U2EabXpk9D8/Rj_mXl7OFkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FBiiTQ4BZqk/s320/p60424oqsdq.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It made the trip through the hellacious traffic, and ever-winding parking garage worth it. There were a few songs that I was not too familiar with, but then there were the ones that have made them famous. &lt;em&gt;Better than me&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Lips of an Angel.&lt;/em&gt; Both of which are currently in my top 10. If you have never made the journey to Mudfest (nicknamed that because there has yet to be a year when Tom Lee Park has not turned into a Gigantic Mud puddle) it's definately worth the trip. The two bands I went to see were joined by several other big names....such as; John Legend, Counting Crown, Papa Roach, Three 6 Mafia (come on you know you can't have a Music Fest without them), and many, many, more. So next year around this time, why don't you plan a little trip to the Birthplace of Rock and Roll. Hear some good music, and heck...I'll meet you on Beale for a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that my friends was my Sunday. I have one more day off before I go back to my lovely, lovely job. So I am pretty much doing nothing. . . Call me. Let's go play some frisbee golf or something!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I told myself I won't miss you, but I remember...what it felt like beside you...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-4721580740782432674?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/4721580740782432674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=4721580740782432674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/4721580740782432674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/4721580740782432674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2007/05/ups-and-downs.html' title='The Ups and Downs....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U2EabXpk9D8/Rj_kel7OFjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GnWOsRH7pcU/s72-c/Clinch2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-1110267753628927299</id><published>2007-05-04T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T00:05:05.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>I have been contemplating making several  pretty life-changing decisions lately. . . Decisions that could totally re-route the path I thought my life was going to take... I guess we never really know, though....Do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my Mom moved back to Boston in March of '06 I have been battling the decision to join her.  But in the last few months alot has happened. I mean I got a promotion, and opened a new store....and well, I guess I have finally realized that I need to seize the day.   So my mini-plan in my head is that I will give my new store about a year, and at that point I will be with the company for five years. Then I will put in for a transfer to one of the stores in the Boston area. Now, thats the grea thing about working for such a large corporation. ... .. you have "room to grow".   Then I can spend my nights at Fenway, or at a pub in Fanueil Hall, and weekends on the cape.... the way life should be.   I'm still fairly young, single, and somewhat established. So whats wrong with making myself happy for a while??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the only thing holding me back is that "What if's"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I am making the wrong decision?&lt;br /&gt;What if I am walking away from what should truly be my life...&lt;br /&gt;What if.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;She got out of town....on a railway New York bound..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-1110267753628927299?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/1110267753628927299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=1110267753628927299&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/1110267753628927299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/1110267753628927299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2007/05/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-4344214623444642464</id><published>2007-05-03T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T10:17:59.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while........</title><content type='html'>Well, well, well....now that I am absolutely positive that there is no one that still reads this thing, I decide to come back from my hiatus. . . Kinda like the sequal to a really bad movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, alot has changed in the last year or so. My mom moved back to Boston, so I am officially a loner "round these parts". I miss her terribly. I got up there quite often, but it's just not the same...eventually I will make my way back up there for good.  Hmm, I transferred with my job, went to open the new store in collierville and I love it. It's amazing. Seriously. It feels like I am working for a totally different company... of course I worked 5 almost 100-hour weeks to get the store ready, but after today I am off til' Wednesday, so thats a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my dad. That's the big one. I had been under six the last time I saw him. We had dinner, along with his wife, Vanessa, and Tyler. Mike(my other half-brother) was out on tour with his band. Hopefully I will get to meet him soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more that is going on. but I think I would rather just pick back up where I left off, instead of boring you with a 25 paragraph re-cap......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I stayed out about two hours too late and now it's hard getting out of this bed. My boyfriend was a pain in the butt last night and now he's an ache in my head..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-4344214623444642464?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/4344214623444642464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=4344214623444642464&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/4344214623444642464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/4344214623444642464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while........'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-114402943109357262</id><published>2006-04-02T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T22:21:12.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Home.</title><content type='html'>Yep. I have one. Don't forget about me, Come visit me over at Myspace!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/dancingwithdestiny"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/dancingwithdestiny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-114402943109357262?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/114402943109357262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=114402943109357262&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/114402943109357262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/114402943109357262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-home.html' title='A New Home.'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-113937514443388551</id><published>2006-02-07T22:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T23:05:44.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, I'm It????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gretchennsmusings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gretchen&lt;/a&gt; caught up with me....so now I'm passing it along!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAME....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four jobs you’ve had in your life:&lt;br /&gt;1) Account Manager&lt;br /&gt;2) Bartender&lt;br /&gt;3) Travel Agent&lt;br /&gt;4) Department Manager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four movies you could watch over and over again:&lt;br /&gt;1) You've Got Mail&lt;br /&gt;2) Hitch&lt;br /&gt;3) Fever Pitch (Go SOX!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;4) The Perfect Storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV shows you love(d) to watch:&lt;br /&gt;1) American Idol&lt;br /&gt;2) House&lt;br /&gt;3) Law &amp; Order&lt;br /&gt;4) Bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places you’ve been on vacation to:&lt;br /&gt;1) Jamaica&lt;br /&gt;2) Grand Cayman&lt;br /&gt;3) Cozumel, Mexico&lt;br /&gt;4) Olrlando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places you would rather be:&lt;br /&gt;1) Anywhere by the Ocean&lt;br /&gt;2) Boston&lt;br /&gt;3) Chicago&lt;br /&gt;4) Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of your favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;1) Crab Legs&lt;br /&gt;2) Lobster&lt;br /&gt;3) Crab Ragoons&lt;br /&gt;4) Cajun Grilled Talapia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four websites you visit daily:&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://cruisecritic.com"&gt;Cruise Critic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.ebay.com/"&gt;eBay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Email Accounts&lt;br /&gt;4) Some of my favorite blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four tagged:&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://harrisspeaks.blogspot.com/"&gt;G. Cornelius&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://Overdressedconfessions.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kalisah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://littlenibbler.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://chicachic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys..... Gretchen Started it!!! :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She comes from Boston...talks to her family now and then...Through emails and postcards, she trys to explain to them....that education and occupation will have to wait for now...She loves the Rasta Reggae Rythmn, her dreams have changed somehow....."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-113937514443388551?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/113937514443388551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=113937514443388551&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113937514443388551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113937514443388551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2006/02/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag, I&apos;m It????'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-113825454874811180</id><published>2006-01-25T23:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T23:49:08.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN: 15px; COLOR: #1a0a13; PADDING-TOP: 8px; FONT-FAMILY: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #cfcf95"&gt;&lt;h2 style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; FONT-SIZE: 110%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #000; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5" href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Tiffany&amp;gender=f"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Tiffany!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Eskimos have over fifty words for Tiffany.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tiffany is the world's tallest woman.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A thimbleful of Tiffany would weigh over 100 million tons.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you drop Tiffany from the top of the Empire State Building, she will be falling fast enough to kill before reaching the ground!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ideally, Tiffany should be stored on her side at a temperature of 55 degrees.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The horns of Tiffany are made entirely from hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tiffany will often rub up against people to lay her scent and mark her territory!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tiffany can only be destroyed by intense heat, and is impermeable even to acid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pacman was originally called Tiffanyman!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lightning strikes Tiffany over seven times every hour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #cfcf95; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #5f5f42; TEXT-ALIGN: center" action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Go"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-113825454874811180?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/113825454874811180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=113825454874811180&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113825454874811180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113825454874811180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2006/01/ten-top-trivia-tips-about-tiffany.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-113642705322372373</id><published>2006-01-04T19:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T01:38:47.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Almost Over....</title><content type='html'>....and I made it! The Christmas Season, Retail, and Inventory is all Wrapping up, and I have to admit I am a little more than excited. However I will attempt to give you a brief, yet entertaining recap. Christmas was Wonderful!! I got lots of nice presents. Um....Well, since you asked. I got Gift Certificates to &lt;a href="http://www.bananarepublic.com/browse/home.do"&gt;Banana Republic&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.bathandbodyworks.com/home/index.jsp"&gt;Bath and Body Works&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.starbucks.com"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/a&gt; , and &lt;a href="http://www.tgifridays.com"&gt;TGIFriday's&lt;/a&gt;. I got one of &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipod/ipod.html"&gt;THESE&lt;/a&gt; and one of &lt;a href="http://kodak.com/eknec/PageQuerier.jhtml;jsessionid=53NKWBWN4RNUHFW4FAKHWD2W1YUEE4L4?pq-path=7085&amp;pq-locale=en_US&amp;amp;_requestid=26318"&gt;THESE&lt;/a&gt; with one of &lt;a href="http://kodak.com/eknec/PageQuerier.jhtml?pq-path=6587&amp;pq-locale=en_US&amp;amp;cameraEkNumber=EKN030243&amp;Visible=false&amp;amp;navCategory=EKN030243"&gt;THESE&lt;/a&gt; . I got lots of clothes, two Kathy Van Zeeland &lt;a href="http://www.kathyvanzeeland.com/"&gt;Purses&lt;/a&gt;, and one of my favorite gifts was &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00007G64A/sz-category568-20/ref=nosim/002-3108813-9140859"&gt;This Necklace&lt;/a&gt; . I got lots of other goodies, but I am sure I bored you enough with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I get my pictures loaded from New Years I have a much more exciting post for you....Soon, I shall be back to my normal self.... Maybe. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-113642705322372373?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/113642705322372373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=113642705322372373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113642705322372373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113642705322372373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-almost-over.html' title='It&apos;s Almost Over....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-113237763594402986</id><published>2005-11-18T23:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T23:38:34.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Bone;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/216/1040/640/darious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/216/1040/320/darious.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodney Carney goes up as a Bama Defender attempts to Block. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Bone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to remind you that MY &lt;a href="http://www.gotigersgo.com"&gt;Memphis Tigers&lt;/a&gt; beat YOUR &lt;a href="www.ua.edu"&gt;Crimson Tide&lt;/a&gt; and have now advanced to the Seminfinals, and Bama, well, has not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to your regular Friday Evening doings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-113237763594402986?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/113237763594402986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=113237763594402986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113237763594402986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113237763594402986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/11/dear-bone.html' title='Dear Bone;'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-113219785974363208</id><published>2005-11-16T21:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T21:24:19.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>108 More Days....</title><content type='html'>...and I will be cruising in the warm waters of the Carribean. Anyone care to join me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that my vacation is what is going to help me get through 4th quarter retail hell. And as if America's Department store wasn't crazy enough at Christmas, there is a added headache. It's  HER.  I try to be friendly. I try to work well with my team members. But everytime I turn around SHE is there. Talking about HER big house, with a big dance floor. Or about HER son who is going to be a lawyer, or about how SHE used to be a buyer and she knows all there is to know about retail. NO FREAKIN JOKE!!!! We had a new Senior Executive start this week, and she had to stay behind the meeting to tell her about how she was a buyer 17 years ago, before her family became extremely wealthy and she didn't have to work anymore. Well knews flash BEYOTCH: Your lowly ass is a DM just like me now, and our new boss could give a crap less if you used to be a buyer.  Ok. I feel better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wake me up when December ends"  &lt;/em&gt;(Hey, it's my rendition)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-113219785974363208?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/113219785974363208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=113219785974363208&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113219785974363208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113219785974363208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/11/108-more-days.html' title='108 More Days....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-113194725485780740</id><published>2005-11-13T23:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T22:19:52.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New York City</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in New York City&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/newyork.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an energetic, ambitious woman.&lt;br /&gt;And only NYC is fast enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll set yourself up with a killer career&lt;br /&gt;Or simply take in all the city has to offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What City Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-113194725485780740?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/113194725485780740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=113194725485780740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113194725485780740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113194725485780740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-york-city.html' title='New York City'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-113191372593472031</id><published>2005-11-13T14:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T14:28:45.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hardest "How Do I".</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;How do I walk away from someone I want to spend every day of the rest of my life with?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a question that came up in a recent conversation with someone very close to my heart.  The answer, unknown at the time has become more clearly by the second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our lives we dealt a hand of cards. Those cards are pieces of your life that you have no control of, pieces of your life that are handed to you. I truly believe that on one of those cards is a picture clear as day of your soulmate.  Sometimes we don't take all the right paths to get to that person, and sometimes we are detoured only to end up back where we belong in the end. Other times through frustrations and obstacles we simply just settle for someone else. Someone to fill the void, although soon we realize that although we are not alone any longer, the void remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my answer to the question is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't. You hold on with everything you have. You sacrifice your own happiness to preserve theirs and you fight to keep it together with all your might. You never let them feel unloved. You over come the obstacles in the way instead of walking away at the sight of them. However you don't sacrifice your self-worth in the process.  You need to receive the same thing that your are giving, and then if your not, the necessary steps need to be made to fix that.  If you run out of solutions then, and only then, do you walk away knowing that you did everything humanly possible to make it work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that my friends, is the life lesson for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sure I think about you now and then, but it's been a long, long time. I've got a good life now and I've moved on, but when you cross my mind, I try not to think about what might have been. Cos' that was then, and we have taken different roads. We can't go back again, there's no use giving in, and there's no way to know....What might've been."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-113191372593472031?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/113191372593472031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=113191372593472031&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113191372593472031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113191372593472031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/11/hardest-how-do-i.html' title='The Hardest &quot;How Do I&quot;.'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-113160685421983157</id><published>2005-11-10T00:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T01:14:14.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Eating....</title><content type='html'>You know poor &lt;a href="http://www.littlenibbler.blogspot.com"&gt;Bone&lt;/a&gt; , I just keep stealing his ideas, which in most cases he steals from someone else,  But hey it's all in the fun of the blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;List your favorite restaurants for the following items:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salad:&lt;/strong&gt; Exlines Pizza. The Best Chicken Strip Salad in the W-O-R-L-D!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soup:&lt;/strong&gt; O'Charley's potato soup. YUM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sandwich:&lt;/strong&gt; Buffalo Bleu Sandwich from Ruby Tuesdays (-the bleu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Burger:&lt;/strong&gt; Jack Daniels Burger from Chilis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chicken fingers:&lt;/strong&gt; Dairy Delite in Hartselle. I 2nd this!! They are they best. Hands Down. I actually have had the pleasure of having them a few times with the infamous &lt;a href="http://www.littlenibbler.blogspot.com"&gt;Mr. Bone&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wings:  &lt;/strong&gt;Hmmm.... Thats a tough one.  I LOVE wings!!!  Um, probably Wingstop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bread:&lt;/strong&gt; The Crossaint Rolls they serve with The Salads at Raffertys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appetizer:&lt;/strong&gt; Fried Pickles @ Cajun Catfish Company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Side item&lt;/strong&gt;: Tough One...Loaded Cheese Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BBQ:&lt;/strong&gt; Corkys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mexican:&lt;/strong&gt; El Porton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Italian:&lt;/strong&gt; Maggianos in Atlanta. Can't touch it. Don't even try!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pizza: &lt;/strong&gt;Gelettos In Chicago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catfish:&lt;/strong&gt; Cajun Catfish Company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seafood:&lt;/strong&gt; Hmmmm... Bubba Gumps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steak:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh! Bryans in Mt. Hope, AL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breakfast&lt;/strong&gt;: IHOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fast food:&lt;/strong&gt; Zaxbys,  (Again I will fight to the death over this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dessert&lt;/strong&gt;: Chocolate Chip Paradise Pie @ Chilis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite overall restaurant&lt;/strong&gt;: Bubba Gump's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite restaurant out of business:&lt;/strong&gt; The Winner's Circle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Somethings in this world, man they don't make sense. Some things you don't need until they leave you then they're things that you miss."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-113160685421983157?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/113160685421983157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=113160685421983157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113160685421983157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113160685421983157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-im-eating.html' title='What I&apos;m Eating....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-113157730418681623</id><published>2005-11-09T16:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T17:04:04.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Come On, Lemme Seduce You....</title><content type='html'>I found this cute little thing over at &lt;a href="http://www.littlenibbler.blogspot.com"&gt;Bone's&lt;/a&gt; place, and well you know me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: Au Natural&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/au-natural.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it.&lt;br /&gt;That's because you're a natural at seduction. You don't realize your power!&lt;br /&gt;The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little world.&lt;br /&gt;Little do you know that your personal paradise is so appealing that it sucks people in.&lt;br /&gt;You find joy in everything - so is it any surprise that people find joy in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring back the inner child in everyone you meet with your sincere and spontaneous ways.&lt;br /&gt;Your childlike (but not childish) behavior also inspires others to care for you.&lt;br /&gt;As a result, those who you befriend and date tend to be incredibly loyal to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I think I need a bottle with a Genie in it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-113157730418681623?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/113157730418681623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=113157730418681623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113157730418681623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113157730418681623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/11/come-on-lemme-seduce-you.html' title='Come On, Lemme Seduce You....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-113114212240822414</id><published>2005-11-04T16:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T16:19:09.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture Share!!!</title><content type='html'>It was the perfect temperature to curl up in the backyard and take a nap...so I did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/216/1040/640/Sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/216/1040/320/Sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky above me... &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture as I was laying down in the back yard. I think it speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/216/1040/640/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/216/1040/320/flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life and Death &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing to me how Life and Death are so closely intertwined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-113114212240822414?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/113114212240822414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=113114212240822414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113114212240822414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113114212240822414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/11/picture-share.html' title='A Picture Share!!!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-113113345298080948</id><published>2005-11-04T12:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T13:44:13.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Armed Robbery # 274830</title><content type='html'>I found this neat little thing over at &lt;a href="http://www.littlenibbler.blogspot.com"&gt;Bone's Place&lt;/a&gt;, and you can ask &lt;a href="http://syhtarnen.blogsome.com/"&gt;Shannon&lt;/a&gt;, when I see something that that peaks my interest, I just cant resist the temptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Granted, my version won't be nearly as interesting, however, you can file it in the, "All I ever wanted to know about Tiffany...and so much more!" file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The K-12 Meme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Write down something you remember from each year of your school days.**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kindergarten: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't remember much about kindergarten, but I do remember that the cafeteria was in the basement of the school, and I remember that the kids used to think I was cool because I had "braces" however, they weren't braces. They were caps that I had on my teeth thanks to all the medicine I had to take as a toddler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st Grade: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In first grade I remember leaving my school mid -year and moving to New Hampshire. I also remember running through the parking lot and slipping on a patch of black ice and hurting my wrist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd Grade:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I don't remember much about this year. I remember that the dentists used to come to the school and clean students teeth. I also remember going to the fair, and a maple syrup farm. Oh, and not to forget Me and Johnny going into the woods to catch salamanders, and him throwing the jar up against a rock and shattering it, followed by him running to the house to tell our grandmother that I did it. yea. that was a bad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd Grade: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I remember Mrs. Swanson, my third grade teacher, and how I was so happy because I got the teacher I wanted. I was placed in the advanced learning Reading and Math classes, and I liked that too. I remember making a greenhouse in a mason jar, and having the hugest crush on a boy named Cameron. He was Mars in our Solar System presentation. I was the Sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th Grade: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This year held alot of changes for me. My family moved to Memphis, My mom got remarried, and we had the biggest, nicest, house ever. I started school at Northaven Elementary. I was only there for about 3 days when my Mother realized that I was doing the work I had done in 1st grade in NH. They offered to place me into 6th grade, but my Mother didn't want that...so they enrolled me in &lt;a href="http://www.maconroadbaptist.org/about.html"&gt;Macon Road&lt;/a&gt;. I remember riding to school with Mrs. nannette and her daughter Michelle. And we used to argue over who's bangs were bigger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th Grade:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Another move this year...this time to a small country town in Alabama where I would finish the duration of my school years. I remember that I would not wear pants, all I would wear is skirts and cullottes. I had the meanest, most &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt; teacher ever. Mrs. Fitzgerald. But this is also the year I made friends I would carry through he rest of my life. The craziest thing was the day Mrs. F told the room to be quiet and she heard a noise. She paddled everyone in that room. Crazy BIATCH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6th Grade: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I had the best teacher ever this year. I was also like the queen on the Junior Scholars Bowl team. I also remember that there were 6 5th graders in my class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7th Grade: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This year I found one of my greatest loves....Basketball. I also remember going to the skating rink to hang out with a 10th grade boy from my school that I met on the school bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8th Grade: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Friendships continued to grow as did my love for basketball. What do I remember most about this year? I remember making the winning basket in a game, and how I was sooo excited about it. It was my glory moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9th Grade:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; The Barney poem incident. Oh yea, you know the one "I love you, you love me, Let's hang barney from a tree...." Well let's just say that I made my own lyrics Rated R Version and Mrs Davis took up the paper from me. Whats even more exciting is that this was the year my Mother was teaching at the school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10th Grade: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;trip to the &lt;a href="http://www.betaclub.org/"&gt;Beta Club&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Convention in Birmingham was what I remember best. it's funny I dont remember anything about the Convention itself, but I remember going shopping at Riverchase Mall, and going to the movies one night really late, and I remember how Darlene was crazy over the Tony Rich project and listening to it over and over and over....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11th Grade: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ahhhh....11th grade.  The beginning of the end.  I remember coming home from the Junior Class Christmas party at Darlens's house on the mountain. And thanks to a little Boones Farm, I drove my car into a creek. Yes, my friends the Big Blue Banana officially sank that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12th Grade:  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Although things were crazy for me, this truly was the best year of my life. I had so much fun!!! And got in so much Trouble!!! I can't narrow it down to one Memory, I mean Senior Prom,  Endless Parties, Panama City Beach...and sooooooo much more!!! If there are any ladies out there who knows this Acronym: TBOS,   I love you and miss you!!! Thank you for all the memories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was fun. Challenging but fun. So...now you know so much more about the REAL me. So it's your turn....I'm listening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm missing you...I'll find a way to get through..living without you. You were my sister my strength and my pride..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-113113345298080948?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/113113345298080948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=113113345298080948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113113345298080948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113113345298080948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/11/armed-robbery-274830.html' title='Armed Robbery # 274830'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-113108061507414759</id><published>2005-11-03T20:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T23:03:35.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need A Lawyer</title><content type='html'>I am not positive, but I am fairly sure that what I have went through in the last 48 hours has to violate some kind of Labor Laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business is bad. The &lt;a href="http://www.macys.com"&gt;company I work for&lt;/a&gt;, has been dropping close to 100k a week. So what does that mean? That means the EVP of MCC, (lol, gotta love the acronyms) gets to pay our store a little visit, and walk around like a banshee and tell us everything that we are doing wrong...or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to my surprise,  Mr. VP was an extremely personable man.  Now, keep in mind that my time with him was spent by him boasting about my department's sells, and how it was the one ray of light in the store,  (yes, my friends, even though are store is down 3mil this year, my department is blowing sales out of the water) , He wanted to know what I was doing that the other DMs werent doing, he asked about my team, and how I coach/motivate, and he said my department looked great. (And it damn well should have, I spent 26 out of the previous 31 hours there) Ahhh....it was almost worth it.  :-)  So, hey Mr. Highly Important Man.....CAN I GET A FREAKIN RAISE!!?!!??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as he walked out of my Department, I grabbed my briefcase and RAN out the door, drove home and collapsed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note,  life is good. I am happy. Tired, but happy. Still a little bit confused, but the truth stands more evident every day. I have learned alot in the last few months. And through the pain and tears, confusions and frustrations, I have learned alot about myself and others. And even though I would never want to go through that again, I stand here looking back, glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how things like that work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"People don't know about the things I say and do. They don't understand 'bout the shit that I've been through. I take too many pills to try and ease my pain, I  made a couple dollar bills, but still I feel the same."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-113108061507414759?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/113108061507414759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=113108061507414759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113108061507414759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113108061507414759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-need-lawyer.html' title='I Need A Lawyer'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-113082300714954628</id><published>2005-10-31T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:30:07.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Entry Full of Lasts....</title><content type='html'>I stole this somewhere I'm sure....  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last cigarette:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ummm, NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last good cry:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hmmm...hasn't been that long ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last library book checked out&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is going to sound really sad, however, I think the last time I actually checked a book out of the library, I was in college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last movie seen:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saw 2, Saturday Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last book read:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Secret life of Sororities...yea, I know good educational fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last cuss word uttered:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I believe SH*T slipped out a few times at work today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last beverage drank:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dasani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last food consumed&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;crab cake pastries.....YUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last phone call: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last tv show watched:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Real World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last shoes worn:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;black nine west flats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last cd played&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Slow Jamz mix tape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last item bought:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aleve Cold and Sinus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last downloaded:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T Pain's "I'm Sprung"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last annoyance:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Someone asking me to call them before I go to bed and then not answering the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last soda drank:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dr. Pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last thing handwritten:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The cash balance checks for my job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last word spoken:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHOCKER!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last sleep:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;About 14 hours ago. Don't worry I am about to fix that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last im:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Believe it was &lt;a href="http://www.littlenibbler.blogspot.com"&gt;Jeff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last weird encounter:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It would have to be seeing the security guy dance to pretty woman up the escalator. Yea. I feel safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last amused:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I live with a 3 year old dalmatian, everything is amusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last time wanting to die:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ummm, NEVER maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last time hugged&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last chair sat in&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now unless I am typing this standing up, this could be a really dumb question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last lipstick used&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.maccosmetics.com/templates/products/sp.tmpl?CATEGORY_ID=CATEGORY15113&amp;PRODUCT_ID=PROD1439"&gt;Photo by MAC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last shirt worn:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Teal Sweater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last poster looked at:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really don't even know unless my Red Sox penant counts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last webpage visited&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;another really dumb question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your lasts????? Come on....TELL ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'll get by, but no matter how I try, they'll be times you know I'll call, chances are my tears will fall, and I'll have no pride at all from time to time"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-113082300714954628?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/113082300714954628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=113082300714954628&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113082300714954628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113082300714954628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/10/entry-full-of-lasts.html' title='A Entry Full of Lasts....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-113073962902889271</id><published>2005-10-31T00:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:20:29.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to My Old Tricks....</title><content type='html'>I saw this over at &lt;a href="http://syhtarnen.blogsome.com/"&gt;Shannon's Place&lt;/a&gt; and I just couldn't pass it by. It's kind of depressing however, I mean, couldn't I get at least a cold mil???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #cccccc 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #cccccc 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: #cccccc 1px solid; WIDTH: 115px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #cccccc 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://static.flickr.com/23/25822676_789bf55448_t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;My &lt;a href="http://dz4thee.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; is worth &lt;b&gt;$4,516.32&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.business-opportunities.biz/projects/how-much-is-your-blog-worth/"&gt;How much is your blog worth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" href="http://www.technorati.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://technorati.com/pix/tech-logo-embed.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad, sad day people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-113073962902889271?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/113073962902889271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=113073962902889271&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113073962902889271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113073962902889271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/10/back-to-my-old-tricks.html' title='Back to My Old Tricks....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-113020765014395384</id><published>2005-10-24T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T21:34:10.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in October</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning like a kid on the 25th of December. I had a certain spring in my step. Something that has been missing for a long time. I don't want to analyze it. That would just ruin the sweetness of it. But something is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was, well, work.  It is Monday. It is retail Management. And nothing changes when your  an executive. You still go in on Monday Morning to a mess. Over-excited shoppers browsing through "Americas Department Store",  have left us thousands of surprises.  And after being out of town for business for over a week, it's a much needed reality check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was over not long after it started, and I am still smiling? ! ? Who put something in my coffee? It's dark outside now, but the world still seems brighter by the minute.  Life is been a bit monotone lately. Dull. And now this...this is different. I don't know people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life hands us twists and turns. Sometimes you end up right back where you started. And sometimes after a long detour, you end up back on the right road.  I dont know where I took a wrong turn, but I am greatful that that wrong turn led me back to the right road. And now I am here. Full tank of gas, and no end in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He said, ''When you get home she'll start to cry, When she says, ''Im sorry,''  say  ''So am I'' Then look into those eyes so deep in love, and drink it up, 'Cause thats the good stuff."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-113020765014395384?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/113020765014395384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=113020765014395384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113020765014395384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113020765014395384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/10/christmas-in-october.html' title='Christmas in October'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-113001359254471099</id><published>2005-10-22T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T15:39:52.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe My Timing Belt is Broken.</title><content type='html'>You know the old saying, "Timing is everything."  I have always been a true believer in that. It was so easy to comfort someone with those words. But tell me, why is it not so comforting when the roles are reversed? Why when someone tell's you, "Maybe the timing is not right." That it hurts so bad... It's like a reality check that you didn't sign up for.  Just a thought to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life in the executive world remains exciting, but leaves little time for social expansion. I have totally changed my eating habits to go along with my crazy schedule, and in turn have gained, oh, about 13 lbs! 13 Lbs???? Me, the fat girl who used to melt herself into a 16 to avoid going to the "fat sizes", and the girl who worked her ass off to get into single digits...yea, that one. Well.. I guess I need to put a quick halt on my eating habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brighter news... My week in Atlanta was exciting. Had alot of fun, learned alot of stuff, ate alot of food (see above)  :-P, Did some shopping, and became much more interested in the regional corporate offices. Could a move to ATL be in my future?  Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I have bored you with enough random thoughts.... Talk to me people, does anyone out there still read this thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Truth is... I never got over you...Wish I was standing in her shoes....When it's all said and done, guess I'm still in love with you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-113001359254471099?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/113001359254471099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=113001359254471099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113001359254471099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/113001359254471099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-believe-my-timing-belt-is-broken.html' title='I Believe My Timing Belt is Broken.'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-112838669764536101</id><published>2005-10-03T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T19:57:55.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memphis 27 UTEP (Well does it even matter???)</title><content type='html'>"It would take an act of God for Memphis to pull this one off. Whoa, was that lightning?" -Geoff Calkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain was almost a little too much, but a few tents came to the rescue as we tailgated the day away in preperation for a game we were supposed to lose. Memphis, and their third string quarterback, rose to the occasion and handed the predicted CUSA champs their first loss of the season, with just seconds left on the clock. And that my friends, is what College Football is all about. I know your dying to know more about it... So you can read about it &lt;a href="http://gotigersgo.collegesports.com/sports/m-footbl/recaps/100205aab.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Here we go, Here we go again, Now you tellin me, That she is just a friend. Then why she callin you, At 3 o'clock in tha mornin (I cant take this no more)No more No more"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-112838669764536101?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/112838669764536101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=112838669764536101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/112838669764536101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/112838669764536101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/10/memphis-27-utep-well-does-it-even.html' title='Memphis 27 UTEP (Well does it even matter???)'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-112667215580791762</id><published>2005-09-13T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T23:29:15.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will Someone Please Tell Me....</title><content type='html'>...Where the magic button is? You know, the one you can push, and magically erase all the confusion in your life, and when the smoke clears, the answers are all there, right in front of you, as bright as day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks have been an interesting journey into my "Not So Ordinary Life".  I won't bore you with any details. I just am having a hard time really figuring out what is going on in my life. I sit here scared to death, that I am not living my life to the fullest of my ability.  I look back over decisions I have made in the last few months, and decisions I still to make and wonder what path is this, that my life is on anyway? Where exactly am I going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I apologize if my journey back into the blog world hasn't been very interesting.  As soon as I get my head cleared, I promise to be back to my ole' perky self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til' next time......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-112667215580791762?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/112667215580791762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=112667215580791762&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/112667215580791762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/112667215580791762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/09/will-someone-please-tell-me.html' title='Will Someone Please Tell Me....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-112614179680781113</id><published>2005-09-07T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T20:16:32.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya Know There is Just Something about...</title><content type='html'>....another number added into your income that just makes life a little more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone's Wednesday went well. The week is more than half over, have you made someones day? I have spent the last week or so, really looking into my life, into the things that I can improve on, and thinking of the things that I take advantage of on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably have noticed that I haven't mentioned Katrina. I just don't know what to say, or where to even begin to start to put all my thoughts into words, but please, go out and do something. Clean out your closets, go buy a couple coloring books, Stay home a night instead of going out to eat and make a donation. We have SO much, It's time to come together. Now, that being said...on to other topics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my hiatus, you missed a VERY important DAY!!!! My baby boy turned three!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/216/1040/640/Shocker%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/216/1040/320/Shocker%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shocker!! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he just the most precious thing ever!?!? He is definately my joy! And ya know...there is definately NEVER a dull moment around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats been going on people??? Tell me whats up!  I know you miss me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon, I am working on a "100 more things about me" page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Some things in this world, man they don't make sense. Some things you don't need until they leave you. Then there things that you miss."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-112614179680781113?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/112614179680781113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=112614179680781113&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/112614179680781113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/112614179680781113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/09/ya-know-there-is-just-something-about.html' title='Ya Know There is Just Something about...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-112512655793753191</id><published>2005-08-25T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T02:09:17.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I am Alive and Well...</title><content type='html'>A great big "HELLO" to everyone out there in Bloggerworld. I know it's been FOREVER since you heard from me, I will save you the excuses and just simply update you on the things I have discovered in the last three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Being an executive is WAY over-rated. Twice the money for twice the work does not mean a raise.&lt;br /&gt;2. The man who said dalmatians calm down when they turn three, was full of crap.&lt;br /&gt;3. No matter how much you pay for a pair of shoes, 13 hours in 3" heels is not fun.&lt;br /&gt;4. Nothing lasts forever. No matter how concrete you think something is, life does not care how much time and effort you put into something, when it is time to end, it ends.&lt;br /&gt;5. You never forget your first real love.&lt;br /&gt;6. NEWSFLASH: Not being completely honest is lying!!&lt;br /&gt;7.  It may take longer, but hard work will get you to the same place ass-kissing will.&lt;br /&gt;8. Sometimes when you leave, you can't go back.&lt;br /&gt;9.  You can make money on Ebay.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Black cars need tinted windows.&lt;br /&gt;11. There's way more to St. Louis than the arch.&lt;br /&gt;12. No matter how hard I try to forget, I keep remembering.&lt;br /&gt;13. There is little in life that Godiva can't fix.&lt;br /&gt;14.  It doesn't really matter that you get 3o "in-city" miles to the gallon when gas is 2.59 a gallon.&lt;br /&gt;15. That it is worth the money to get a higher thread count sheet. You may spend 200 a set, but you will never sleep on anything else.&lt;br /&gt;16. Most of the "Higher-Ups" know a lot less than I do. &lt;br /&gt;17. The more you get paid the less you have to work.&lt;br /&gt;18. You can't make someone leave their past and join you in the present. It won't work.&lt;br /&gt;19. Shocker eats more of my food than I do.&lt;br /&gt;20. ......And there is so much more, but I have to leave something for next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;It's been so long, since I held you in my arms, so I picked up a pen and paper, and decided to write you a song.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-112512655793753191?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/112512655793753191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=112512655793753191&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/112512655793753191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/112512655793753191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/08/yes-i-am-alive-and-well.html' title='Yes, I am Alive and Well...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111638066140004334</id><published>2005-05-17T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T20:44:21.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Answer is.....</title><content type='html'>Bo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really all I have to say after watching AI tonight. Bo was AWESOME. There is just something about a good ole boy from Bama... Yes America, I think I am in love. ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in the heck as everyone been donig!?!? I know you haven't forgotten about me. Thank you for all the kind thoughts and concerns. You people out there in bloggerville are the best, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....Before my brief hiatus, I said to ask me some questions...Anything....and I would answer them. There weren't that many (I guess I'm not as popular as I used to be)... But here is everything that you wanted to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.harrisspeaks.blogspot.com/"&gt;G.&lt;/a&gt; Asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DA HELL YOU BEEN UP TO? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Living life...or attempting too. Alot of major changes have been going on, and I am learning new ways to live. If that makes sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think Memphis is where you are gonna grow old at?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Most definately NOT. When life allows me, I will be moving to the beach. Not quite sure where yet, either New England, Florida, or possibly the Caribbean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you like your eggs?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I don't. I do not eat eggs at all. Hate 'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gretchennsmusings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gretchen&lt;/a&gt; wanted to know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. When are you planning on getting married? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am not quite sure, originally my wedding plans were for September 2006. However, All wedding plans have now been placed on hold.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Do you want to have kids? If so, how many? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I love kids!!! (However, I also love being able to give them back. :-) ) But, to answer your question, Yes. I do want children. If I could hand pick them I would have two boys and a girl. In the end, all I really wish for is happy, healthy children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Do you have any birthmarks? Where? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yes. I have a small heart shaped birthmark on my upper left arm, about the size of a pencil eraser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What color is you hair? Is it natural or attained? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am a brunette. (Who says blonde's have more fun??) However I do have natural blonde highlights that break through in the summer. As far as being natural or attained... Right now it is natural. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.littlenibbler.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bone&lt;/a&gt; Asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. If you could go back in time, where would you go and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Most people would  say they want to go back to a famous time period in the history of the world. Me, I would like to go back to October, 2002. Why? That was two months before my Grandmother's death.  I would have cherished every moment.  I would have stopped pressuring her so much to do everything on her own.  I would have helped her get out more, instead of  staying cooped up in that old recliner all the time.  I would have asked more questions, Watched more old movies,  fixed more lunches, and stayed home a little more often. I would make sure she never felt like a burden.  I would give her more love than her heart could hold.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But we all have something in our life that we would do differently, don't we? What's yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I also had a few questions from an anonymous reader. LOL, call me crazy, I just would like to know who it is before I answer thier ?'s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If I don't pick up the phone like I used to, for you, don't you take it personal, If I don't do all the things that I used to do, to you, I ain't mad at you. If you get to feeling stressed up in your chest, thinking your about to lose, Baby it's true......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111638066140004334?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111638066140004334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111638066140004334&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111638066140004334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111638066140004334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/05/and-answer-is.html' title='And the Answer is.....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111570079933151528</id><published>2005-05-09T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T23:53:19.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Keys to My Heart.</title><content type='html'>I stole this from &lt;a href="http://www.littlenibbler.blogspot.com"&gt;Jeff&lt;/a&gt;. I am sure he won't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: serif" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ff99cc"&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9fd2"&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa6d9"&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffacdf"&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb3e6"&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb9ec"&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbff2"&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc6f9"&gt;You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffccff"&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The feeling that I'm feeling now that I don't hear your voice, Or have your touch and kiss your lips, cause I don't have a choice. Oh, what I wouldn't give to have you lying by my side, right here, cause baby, We belong together."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111570079933151528?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111570079933151528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111570079933151528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111570079933151528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111570079933151528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/05/keys-to-my-heart.html' title='The Keys to My Heart.'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111535410499112901</id><published>2005-05-05T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T23:35:05.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Extended Apology.</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to drop by to say that I haven't forgotten about you.  :-)  (I know, I know you were terribly worried.) Well it's been a long week to say the least.... and I promise AS SOON as I get out of my slump, I will be back.  I just don't want to bore you right now with tales of gloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on me!   :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'll get by, but no matter how I try, there will be times you know I'll call, chances are my tears will fall, and I'll have no pride at all from time to time. I'll need time, to get you off my mind, Til' I get used to losing you, let me keep on using you...Til' I can make it on my own."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111535410499112901?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111535410499112901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111535410499112901&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111535410499112901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111535410499112901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/05/extended-apology.html' title='An Extended Apology.'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111525127389458302</id><published>2005-05-04T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T19:01:14.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sum It Up With a Song...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you going to apologize about the same thing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how many times can I take you back?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I am not the one who's doing wrong?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought maybe if I started praying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That we would get better but...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I would pray the answer would always come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back to me being done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I told myself that I would make some changes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the more I change,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's one thing that remains the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't seem to shake you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You seem to really have a hold on me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everytime that we break up,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We turn around and make up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This can't go on. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got to move on, now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not the fact that I don't love you no more. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I got to break this bad habit,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't take this bad habit no more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm totally out of my element.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Learning new ways to live, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;while your in a comfort zone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not even thinking to call me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I get mad, you buy me gifts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking it''s going to solve every issue. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the girl calling my phone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the pictures that I saw. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And every time you would break with me for nothing at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've taken all that I can take,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the way I live has got to change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever loved somebody?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much that you was just too blind to see past,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the pain they was causing you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever loved somebody?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much that you went against the right things that you should do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then it's time to make a change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I told himself that I would make some changes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the more things change,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One thing remains the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't seem to shake you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You seem to really have a hold on me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And every time that we break up,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We turn around and make up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This can't go on now,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to move on now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not the fact that I don't love you no more,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I got to break this bad habit, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't take this bad habit no more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a drink.  Margaritas anyone?&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                      &lt;em&gt; ...to be continued&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111525127389458302?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111525127389458302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111525127389458302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111525127389458302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111525127389458302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/05/sum-it-up-with-song.html' title='Sum It Up With a Song...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111472243508934008</id><published>2005-04-28T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T16:07:15.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone 'til November</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to let you all know that I won't be around for a few days. Alot is going on and I need some fresh air to clear my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your thoughts, I have alot of decisions to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;True love cannot be found where it does not exist, Nor can it be hidden where it truly does.    ~ by Anonymous ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111472243508934008?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111472243508934008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111472243508934008&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111472243508934008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111472243508934008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/04/gone-til-november.html' title='Gone &apos;til November'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111466160845308058</id><published>2005-04-27T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T23:13:28.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Haven't Gotten Her in a Long Time!</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I have stolen anything from &lt;a href="http://syhtarnen.blogsome.com/"&gt;Shannon&lt;/a&gt;, so I decided it was long past due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: serif" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ccffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Your Taste in Music:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c2f5ff"&gt;R&amp;B: Highest Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b8ebff"&gt;Adult Alternative: High Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b8ebff"&gt;Hip Hop: High Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ade0ff"&gt;90's Pop: Medium Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ade0ff"&gt;90's R&amp;amp;B: Medium Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ade0ff"&gt;90's Rock: Medium Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ade0ff"&gt;Classic Rock: Medium Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;90's Hip Hop: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;Country: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;Gangsta Rap: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;Old School Hip Hop: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/yourtasteinmusicquiz/"&gt;How's Your Taste in Music?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111466160845308058?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111466160845308058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111466160845308058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111466160845308058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111466160845308058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-havent-gotten-her-in-long-time.html' title='I Haven&apos;t Gotten Her in a Long Time!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111465271136535065</id><published>2005-04-27T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T20:45:11.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>I am BOYCOTTING &lt;a href="http://www.idolonfox.com"&gt;American Idol&lt;/a&gt; !!! WHAT THE FUCK (oops) is going on??? Let me ask you something...Did anyone else see the results show out there??? I am thinking the results just got warped in my TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED to know something, how in the hell did &lt;a href="http://www.idolonfox.com/contestants/scott_savol/"&gt;Scott&lt;/a&gt; make it into the top 3??? The only thing I can figure out is that maybe they swapped his phone line with &lt;a href="http://www.idolonfox.com/contestants/constantine_maroulis/"&gt;Constantine's&lt;/a&gt; . That's the only thing that makes logical sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SURE that &lt;a href="http://www.idolonfox.com/contestants/carrie_underwood/"&gt;Carrie&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.idolonfox.com/contestants/bo_bice/"&gt;Bo&lt;/a&gt; would be in the top 3. (May I add those are the two that I have been voting for all along.) But when the announced Scott's name I was totally shocked. He needs to go home. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes, Scott and &lt;a href="http://www.idolonfox.com/contestants/anthony_fedorov/"&gt;Anthony&lt;/a&gt;  both should have been gone along time ago. A LOOOONNNNGGGG time ago. But I guess if I were in charge, things would make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111465271136535065?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111465271136535065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111465271136535065&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111465271136535065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111465271136535065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111463737443911499</id><published>2005-04-27T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T16:29:34.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Weeks in a Row</title><content type='html'>For THREE WEEKS in a row, I have slept through American Idol. This is supposed to be one of my favorite shows, and I can't seem to stay awake for it.  So tonight, I will watch the show and wonder what the hell is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, and so goes my life.  So, my week is almost over. After tomorrow, I am off until Monday. I can't wait!!! We have a full weekend planned so I may not be around too much, with musicfest and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime next week I will post my answers to the "What do you want to know about Me post", (see previous post), so you still have plenty of time to get your questions in, come on...I know your dying to know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111463737443911499?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111463737443911499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111463737443911499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111463737443911499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111463737443911499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/04/three-weeks-in-row.html' title='Three Weeks in a Row'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111448562226802945</id><published>2005-04-25T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T22:20:22.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So....What Do You Wanna Know?</title><content type='html'>OK, so WE ALL KNOW that if I see something that I like, that I am going to borrow it, Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I found this neat little thing over at &lt;a href="http://www.harrisspeaks.blogspot.com"&gt;G's Place&lt;/a&gt; and thought it would be neat to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am aware that over the last few months that I lost some readers (b/c of my 2 months hiatus), so I am sure that my post won't be nearly as interesting as his, but hey...his posts always have mine beat. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of a question or 2 or 3 that you would like to know about Me, and my not so ordinary life. I'll give it a few days for people to comment, and if they do, I'll post my answers on here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111448562226802945?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111448562226802945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111448562226802945&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111448562226802945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111448562226802945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/04/sowhat-do-you-wanna-know.html' title='So....What Do You Wanna Know?'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111446498158058617</id><published>2005-04-25T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T16:36:21.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Days Down, Three to Go</title><content type='html'>What a weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, the boy and I watched "Birth" starring Nicole Kidman. That was a weird movie. If anyone out there has seen it, tell me something.... What do you think happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I didn't do much. The boy and I went shopping and cleaned the grill. Really exciting, huh? It was just too cold to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Sunday was a different story, I got up and went to work, ugh. came home and we started cooking, Autumn and Jeff came over and we ate, and ate, and ate.  Chicken breast, hamburgers, Nathan's Hotdogs, Hot links, smoked sausage, corn. YUM!  All fresh off the grill. We watched the blue collar comedy "rides again" tour, and watched the Grizzlies drop their first game to the Suns, and fun times were had by all. (I don't know why I said that, I think I have read it somewhere before.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;!!!!!Update!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A few days back I brought you the story of how one of my employees was offered a job by another Manager in the store. Well, she turned down the position.  I have to admit, when she told me she was going to turn down the position, I have to admit, I felt a sense of relief. Ah, Good news! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OK, so there is my weekend update, I am sorry if I bored ya! I'll try to be more exciting later! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Maybe, maybe, maybe you'll find something that's enough to keep you, but if the bright lights don't receive you, you can turn yourself around and come on home."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111446498158058617?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111446498158058617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111446498158058617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111446498158058617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111446498158058617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/04/two-days-down-three-to-go.html' title='Two Days Down, Three to Go'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111414652555142041</id><published>2005-04-21T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T00:08:45.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Found Something to Steal!</title><content type='html'>I didn't think she would mind. She said to share it with other ladies, and I am sure there are a few ladies that read my blog. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this over at &lt;a href="http://www.blogspot.toya81.com"&gt;Toya's Place&lt;/a&gt; , and thought it was pretty neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Advice On Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away. If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***Stop trying to change yourselves for relationships that's not meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***Slower is better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve, then, you can't be friends. A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***Don't settle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***There are many things that will catch your eye, but only a few will catch your heart...pursue those!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***Don't stay because you think "it will get better." You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***The only person you can control in a relationship is you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***Always have your own set of friends separate from his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***If something bothers you, speak up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***Never let a man know everything. He will use it against you later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***You cannot change a man's behaviors. Change comes from within. God alone can change people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you are...even if he has more education or in a better job.Do not make him into a quasi-god. He is a man, nothing more nothing less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***Never let a man define who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***Never borrow someone else's man.If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***You should not be the one doing all the bending...compromise is a two way street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***You need time to heal between relationships...there is nothing cute about baggage...deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship. "Don't open another door without closing the other!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you...a relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals... LOOK for someone complementary...not supplementary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***Dating is fun...even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr. Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***Make him miss you sometimes...when a man always knows where you are, and you're always readily available to him, he takes it for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***Never move into his mother's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***Never co-sign for a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I, in no means intend for this to be negative about men.  I LOVE MEN! :-) I honestly believe that the same things can be said about women.  I hope this provides encouragement and advice to those looking for love. And insightment to those who may have already found it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"I promise you, I'll keep myself up, Remain the same chic, You fell in love with. I'll keep it tight, keep my figure right. I'll keep my hair fixed.  Keep rocking the hottest outfits. When you come home late tap me on my shoulder, I'll roll over. Baby I heard you. I'm here to serve you. If it's love you need, to give it is my joy. All I want to do is cater to you boy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111414652555142041?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111414652555142041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111414652555142041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111414652555142041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111414652555142041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-found-something-to-steal.html' title='I Found Something to Steal!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111414298105619022</id><published>2005-04-21T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T23:09:41.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIT</title><content type='html'>What in the hell is TGIT you ask?  Well, we'll call it, "Thank God it's Thursday".  Why? Because that means I only have one more day of being at work at 6 AM....until Monday:-)  Now I will admit, there is one thing good about going in at 6 in the morning, and thats getting off at 2 or 3. It is sooo much better than getting off at 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, my week has been pretty low-key. Not alot to blog about. Maybe I am just experiencing a little "blogger's block".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please come over here and make me do my crunches. I have NO motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"'Cause it's the first long kiss on a second date,  Momma's all worried when you get home late. And droppin' the ring in the spaghetti plate 'cause your hands are shakin' so much,  And it's the way that she looks with the rice in her hair.  Eatin' burnt supper the whole first year.  And askin' for seconds to keep her from tearin' up,  Yeah man, that's the good stuff ."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111414298105619022?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111414298105619022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111414298105619022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111414298105619022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111414298105619022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/04/tgit.html' title='TGIT'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111396540334389322</id><published>2005-04-19T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T21:50:03.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Whom It May Concern:</title><content type='html'>I have O-N-E employee on my team that is irreplaceable. Literally. We'll call her Summer. Summer is my sole support on my team. If I need her early, she's there. If I need her to stay late, she's there. If someone calls out, she's there, and to top it all off, she is DAYUM good at what she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there is the Sr. Manager, Let's call her Cruella, Cruella lost 2/3 of her team in one day, basically because she does not know how to treat people. So my team, for the last three weeks or so, has basically covered her ass. On top of everything that I have to accomplish, I now have about 3 other people's jobs on my plate. No big deal. SO, what does CRUELLA do today? She offers Summer, yes my summer a job on her team as a team lead. Which means she is going to be making about 2 bucks more an hour. I can't beat that. I can't get anywhere close actually. Now the Tiffany in me wants to go up to Cruella and be like, you selfish....etc etc etc, how could you? But the manager in me knows this would be a financially good move for Summer. So in turn, I have not tried to talk her out of it. Just asked her to weigh the pros and cons. (being the good manager that I am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that sucks about this whole situation is that In about 90 days, I will be getting promoted. Which means my team manager position is up for grabs. I was planning to offer it to Summer. She is the only person that I actually felt could handle it. . . Now what's a girl to do? UGHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am frustrated. Comfort Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111396540334389322?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111396540334389322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111396540334389322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111396540334389322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111396540334389322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/04/to-whom-it-may-concern.html' title='To Whom It May Concern:'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111396442776092016</id><published>2005-04-19T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T21:33:47.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Familiar Friend</title><content type='html'>So, I had to go back to the beginning, back to my original template. As fancy, and as "pretty" as my new one was, I just couldn't take it any longer. It would not say who left me comments, and I hate that. So,until, 1. I become more knowledgable (sp?) about computers, or 2. They fix it, I am going to just go back to my ordinary thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it will be hard, but just try to cope, Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, have a seat, I have some shocking news. I, Yes Me the Reality show addict, slept through the ENTIRE episode of American Idol. Every last minute. And then to top it off, SVU is a repeat tonight. It just doesn't get any better than this. So if you saw AI tonight, someone please, lemme know whats going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally unrelated note, how was everyone's weekend? Did you get out and enjoy this beautiful weather? I can't believe it was 81 here today, and gorgeous...Spring has officially sprung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I would lie awake, just to watch you sleeping. While your quietly dreaming, I wonder if it's me your seeing.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111396442776092016?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111396442776092016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111396442776092016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111396442776092016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111396442776092016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/04/familiar-friend.html' title='A Familiar Friend'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111395080272982202</id><published>2005-04-19T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T17:49:03.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to My Thieving Ways...</title><content type='html'>OK, I admit it, I thought I had gotten better, but turns out I am just as bad as I ever was. As I was going through my daily readings, I came across this at &lt;a href="http://www.snidget.com"&gt;Snidget's Place&lt;/a&gt; , and of course, I had to steal it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#a8ffb3"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Your Linguistic Profile:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d9ffd8"&gt;65% General American English&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a8ffb3"&gt;25% Dixie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d9ffd8"&gt;5% Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a8ffb3"&gt;5% Upper Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d9ffd8"&gt;0% Yankee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of American English Do You Speak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;See, thats for everyone who deosnt believe that I DON'T have an accent. Thats what happens when you live in New England for 9 years, Alabama for another 9, Chicago for 2, and Memphis for 5. You just lose all definition of yourself. I can tell that I lived in the South through my teenage years, due to the Dixie thing. As far as the 0% Yankee thing, Sorry Mom. I know your broken hearted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111395080272982202?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111395080272982202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111395080272982202&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111395080272982202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111395080272982202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/04/back-to-my-thieving-ways.html' title='Back to My Thieving Ways...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111367339278484488</id><published>2005-04-16T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T12:43:12.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Friends</title><content type='html'>Well, not really. But I am headed out of town for a much needed "mini-vacation". It will be nice to just be able to get away and spend a little time with the boy away from M-Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I need to do is get lucky...(no pun intended). I would love to win a few dollars while I am out of town. Heck, one can wish, Right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a WONDERFUL weekend. Get outside and enjoy the sunshine!!! (It's Beautiful here in the M-Town) And if you haven't gotten your Music Fest tickets yet, go....what the heck are you waiting on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish Me Luck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I still smile in the morning, when I realise I'm still in his arms. We know everything about eachother, but we still keep holding on...We're never gonna break up, we'll be always there to make up, as long as we stick together we'll fly higher, I'm gonna stand by him to the wire, our love is never gonna end, we're on fire."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111367339278484488?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111367339278484488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111367339278484488&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111367339278484488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111367339278484488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/04/farewell-friends.html' title='Farewell Friends'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111353970560189569</id><published>2005-04-14T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T23:35:05.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost a Sweep....</title><content type='html'>....but not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratualtions to my &lt;a href="http://www.redsox.com"&gt;Red Sox&lt;/a&gt; on winning 2 out of three against the &lt;a href="http://newyork.yankees.mlb.com/NASApp/mlb/index.jsp?c_id=nyy"&gt;Other Team&lt;/a&gt; (aka the New York Stankees) !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how in the heck are ya?  I am sitting here hating myself for allowing myself to take a 3 hour nap that ended at 10:15PM, so that means I am pretty much up for the duration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a GREAT note, I am officially off work until Tuesday!!! Yes my friends... Add it up. That means I have a 4 day weekend!!! I am sooo excited! The Boy and I are going out of town for the weekend, and I am looking forward to it. I need out of Memphis even if it is only for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Truth is... I never got over you... Wish I was standing in her shoes...When it's all said and down, guess I'm still in love with you..Truth is... I never should let you go, and it's killing me cause now I know..when it's all said in down, I'm still in love with you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111353970560189569?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111353970560189569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111353970560189569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111353970560189569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111353970560189569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/04/almost-sweep.html' title='Almost a Sweep....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111335953080928925</id><published>2005-04-12T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T21:32:10.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Just Something About...</title><content type='html'>....Good Ole' Homemade Southern Style Cornbread, and you know what else how about we clog our arteries up a little bit more by soaking it in butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at lunch, one of my employees, who had also brought their lunch, had this big slice of cornbread.  It looked good. It smelled even better. I was actually tempted to reach over to his plate and grab it, while he ran to get a drink.  But I controlled myself. I hadn't had cornbread in SO long.  All I could think about was how Mom would make cornbread with almost every meal.&lt;br /&gt;I was developing a big ole' craving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me tell you what I did about it.  When I got off, I went to the grocery store. I got cornmeal and oil  along with a few this and thats and headed home.  I heated up the oven, mixed up the ingredients, and it wasn't too long before I smelled that familiar smell of Cornbread baking in the oven.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 minutes later, Shocker and I each had a big ole piece of cornbread, and that was my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111335953080928925?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111335953080928925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111335953080928925&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111335953080928925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111335953080928925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/04/theres-just-something-about.html' title='There&apos;s Just Something About...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111325393571183763</id><published>2005-04-11T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T16:12:15.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes. It is Monday.</title><content type='html'>Dear Disgruntled Employee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your manager goes over and beyond to try to make acceptions for your personal situations, you DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT write her a note and tell her you do not appreciate her "pretending"  to take your request into consideration, but to keep her "brand" of consideration to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I think I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111325393571183763?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111325393571183763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111325393571183763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111325393571183763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111325393571183763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/04/yes-it-is-monday.html' title='Yes. It is Monday.'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111306884431302558</id><published>2005-04-09T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T12:47:24.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Could Watch it Over and Over...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen a movie that just gave you chill bumps from start to finish? For me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feverpitchmovie.com"&gt;Fever Pitch&lt;/a&gt; was that movie! So what are you waiting on? GOOOO. Now! (ok, so maybe I am a little bias, seeing that I am a die hard Red Sox Fan.)  In the words of Jimmy Farrell, when he was asked, "Where do the Red Sox rank in your life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Red Sox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Sex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Breathing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Man. You gotta love it.  For those of you who know me, you know what baseball season can get like at my house...For those of you that don't know me...I wish I could paint you a picture, but I just can't. I know, I know, you are very, very disappointed. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From a movie standpoint, it was a good movie, with a good story plot, even if you are NOT a red sox fan (BTW you should probably talk to someone about that), baseball fan even,  you will love the movie.  It tells a story of commitment, and sacrifice, and as always, true love in the end prevails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BTW....Congrats to my Sox on defeating Toronto last night!!  I think the game I am looking forward to the most is Opening Day at Fenway, which is Monday, against none other than the NYY. Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in honor of the "Good Ole' boys" let me leave you with a little something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(spoken:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna tell you a story.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna tell you about my town.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna tell you a big bad story, baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aww, it's all about my town.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, down by the river,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Down by the banks of the river Charles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's where you'll find me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Along with lovers, fuggers, and thieves &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I love that dirty water&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, &lt;strong&gt;Boston&lt;/strong&gt;, you're my home&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111306884431302558?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111306884431302558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111306884431302558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111306884431302558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111306884431302558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-could-watch-it-over-and-over.html' title='I Could Watch it Over and Over...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111284608873802966</id><published>2005-04-06T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T22:54:48.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Finally Did It!!</title><content type='html'>This is my last post tonight, I promise!!! But I was just so excited that I finally figured this thing out, I just had to brag on myself!! After almost a year of this blog thing, I finally figured out how to change my template!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love it!  Let me know what ya think!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111284608873802966?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111284608873802966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111284608873802966&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111284608873802966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111284608873802966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-finally-did-it.html' title='I Finally Did It!!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111284304790115339</id><published>2005-04-06T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T22:04:07.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know You Didn't Ask but....</title><content type='html'>Be prepared, this is a long one, so if you don't wanna find out WAY to much about your gonna have to just scroll on down until I figure out how to do that "Read More-/+Done" box thingy...&lt;br /&gt;I came across this on &lt;a href="http://www.snappyhour.com"&gt;Joelle's Blog&lt;/a&gt;, and you know what came next...my cleptomaniam...(is that a word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;» V I T A L S «&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tiffany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5'8''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair color: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Light Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye color: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your hair long or short: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;long, too long right now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos you have: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. I have a lizard on my ankle, a butterfly with tribal art on my lower back, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and my name on my chest (don't ask...alcohol...this one's going away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;» S C H O O L «&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you still in school: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite subject: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least favorite subject: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MATH. Hated it. All of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do/did you buy lunch or bring it: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I ate, I brought it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;» F A V O R I T E «&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothing : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my red and white heart pajama pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV show:&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; House, Law &amp; Order, Medium...and the list goes on... Reality: AI baby!!&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Fruit: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pineapple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It varies from day to day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scent: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baked Apple Pie, The Ocean Breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's a toss up...Pink and Lime Green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Autumn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing in your room: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV channel: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TLC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shape: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Early Evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney character: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eeyore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary movie: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Excorcist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;» T H I S O R T H A T «&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hot or cold: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter or summer: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;winter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring or fall: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakira or Britney: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm gonna pass on this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTV or VH1: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MTV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rollerblading or skateboarding:&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ummm, Negative. That means I'd have to take my heels off. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black or white: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange or red: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow or green: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;green &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purple or pink: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell phone or pager:&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; cell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powerpuff Girls or Charlie’s Angels: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Charlies Angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scooby Doo or Dino: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gotta Love Scooby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;» Y E S O R N O P E«&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a vegetarian: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like cows: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a bitch: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That all depends on whether you piss me off or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you artistic: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes, for the most part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you write poetry: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rarely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you ski: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ummm a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you British: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;where did these questions come from????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you straight: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Very. "Strictly Dickly" lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you evil: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I guess that depends on who you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Britney a whore: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I couldn't care less...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;» P R I V A T E «&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Have you ever been in love: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smoke:&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smoke weed: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nuh Uh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer good or beer bad: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ughh. Beer. Yuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you the sissy who drinks wine coolers: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;» T H E L A S T «&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thing you ate: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Snackwells Cookie Pack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing you drank: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place you went: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hollywood Video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing you got pierced/tattooed: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pierced - tongue, tattooed - back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song you heard: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Believe. &lt;em&gt;Fantasia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person you instant messaged: &lt;a href="http://www.littlenibbler.blogspot.com"&gt;Jeff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person you laughed with: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;utumn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;» N O W «&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you eating: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you drinking: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any shoes on: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pulled up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to anyone: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nuh Uh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;» L A S T «&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Cigarette:&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I smoked once or twice in high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Alcoholic Drink:&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Walk Me Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Car Ride: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;About 2 hours ago..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Good Cry: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Monday Night, and No I do not wanna talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Library Book: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When was I at UM??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last book bought: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hmmm.. Do Magazines Count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Book Read: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pledged. The Secret Life of Sororities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie Seen in Theatres: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coach Carter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie Rented: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Closer, Supersize Me, Final Cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Cuss Word Uttered: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sh*t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Beverage Drank: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I JUST TOLD YOU WATER...SHEESH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Phone Call: &lt;a title="allison" href="http://www.alitopia.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last TV Show: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LastTime Showered: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Shoes Worn: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Birkenstocks (to the video store)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last CD Played: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bowling fo Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Item Bought:&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; These really cute coral capris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Download: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;John Legend's "Ordinary People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Annoyance: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS SURVEY &lt;---Have to agree with Joelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thing Written: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this post....come on now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Key Used: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;house key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sleep: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;from 355-630pm tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Ice Cream Eaten: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Starbuck's Coffee Ice Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Chair Sat In: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't take much more of this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Webpage Visited: &lt;a href="http://www.redsox.com"&gt;Boston Red Sox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man.... it's over. I hope I didn't lose too many readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There she goes just walking down the street and someone let's a whistle out. It's times like these she don't know what the fuss is all about."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111284304790115339?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111284304790115339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111284304790115339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111284304790115339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111284304790115339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-know-you-didnt-ask-but.html' title='I Know You Didn&apos;t Ask but....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111283830961450859</id><published>2005-04-06T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T20:45:09.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Hell......</title><content type='html'>......is America thinking?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week &lt;a href="http://www.idolonfox.com/contestants/jessica_sierra/"&gt;Jessica Sierra&lt;/a&gt; got voted off. Needless to say, she was not my favorite.... but I figured she had at least 3 or 4 more weeks in her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tonight, they voted off Nikko. (again not my favorite), Nevertheless, he still had at least 2 more weeks in him. URGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something people. How in the world was &lt;a href="http://www.idolonfox.com/contestants/anthony_fedorov/"&gt;Anthony&lt;/a&gt; not even in the bottom three???? And how did Nikko get voted off before &lt;a href="http://www.idolonfox.com/contestants/scott_savol/"&gt;Scott&lt;/a&gt; or Anthony... Confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111283830961450859?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111283830961450859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111283830961450859&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111283830961450859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111283830961450859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-hell.html' title='What the Hell......'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111283670912429665</id><published>2005-04-06T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T20:18:29.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Somebody Say......</title><content type='html'>FANTASIA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know by now that I am a HUGE AI fan, and I am sitting here in all my Glory, watching Fantasia BLOW up the American Idol Stage... She was WICKED PISSAH (as my Mom would say)!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of blowing up....does anyone else think Fantasia has put on a few lbs??  I am sure it has something to do with all that steak and lobster...MMMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ran into an old friend yesterday, caught me by surprise when he spoke my name. It was a familiar voice from a chapter in my past."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111283670912429665?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111283670912429665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111283670912429665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111283670912429665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111283670912429665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/04/can-somebody-say.html' title='Can Somebody Say......'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111283091213890421</id><published>2005-04-06T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T18:57:00.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was beginning to worry! But I woke up from my much needed nap to see &lt;a href="http://aolsvc.news.aol.com/sports/article.adp?id=20050406165009990016"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/216/1040/640/q8j7PQHV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/216/1040/320/q8j7PQHV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing it Home &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She wears a Red Sox cap to hide her baby dreads, The girl she was in New England Is different now and dead. In all the local bars, she flirts and tells the boys while they're talkin...She's from Boston."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111283091213890421?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111283091213890421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111283091213890421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111283091213890421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111283091213890421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/04/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111274455454546204</id><published>2005-04-05T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T18:42:34.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Journey Into the Past.....</title><content type='html'>So check this out, the last few days. I've been drawing...ALOT. I used to draw all the time when I was in high school and college, but I guess my crazy lifestyle put a quick end to it. I had forgotten what a wonderful form of stress relief that it can be. I'll try to post a few of my masterpieces later. I know your dying to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that...it's a beautiful day in the mid-south. The good-ole Bluff city hit 81 today. I hope we have weather like this for the Music Festival. I remember last year how the weather was HORRIBLE. However, the Fuel concert I saw there that night was the BEST concert I have ever been too. They played through the rain and winds and it was one of the best memorys I have with my Mom. (even though I was numb with cold when I made it back to my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news....Tuesday is Tiffany's TV night. I am not a big TV watcher, but TV on Tuesday is different. We've got &lt;a href="http://idolonfox.com"&gt;American Idol&lt;/a&gt; (go Carrie) @7, &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/house/"&gt;House&lt;/a&gt; @8, and Law &amp; Order SVU....Looks to be a busy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone out there is doing wonderful! Tomorrow is hump day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;We're just ordinary people. We don't know which way to go, we're just ordinary people, baby we should take it slow...take it slow."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111274455454546204?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111274455454546204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111274455454546204&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111274455454546204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111274455454546204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/04/journey-into-past.html' title='A Journey Into the Past.....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111266325075634816</id><published>2005-04-04T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T20:22:35.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Better Watch Out....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If the boy doesn't start acting right, I think I may have located his replacement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/216/1040/640/charlie_01_240x360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/216/1040/320/charlie_01_240x360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He has got to be one of the most adorable men in the world, in a fun-loving goofy sort of way... And he's on right now....So I gotta run, but if ya wanna see what's got my attention, check it out &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/bachelor/"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"See that boy walking down the street, thinks he's tough but he smiles so sweet. Snakeskin boots and a baseball cap, I bet you'd like to meet a boy like that. He's a little crazy. He's a little loud. He likes to do, what ain't allowed. He might talk to slow, and drive to fast, but he'd do any little thing I'd ask, 'cos thats my baby."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**To Clear my name...Charlie's adorable but he ain't got nothing on my man!**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111266325075634816?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111266325075634816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111266325075634816&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111266325075634816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111266325075634816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/04/he-better-watch-out.html' title='He Better Watch Out....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111266223493598589</id><published>2005-04-04T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T19:50:34.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Rant</title><content type='html'>Yes. I know your working. I don't care. I am having a bad night, and I expect you to drop everything your doing and talk to me. Right Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, thats how my conversation with the boy just went.  I lost.  Oh well, it was worth a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, and you know what? Work was good, Really good.  Two of my people were out today, one on vacation, and one had her wisdom teeth out, Yikes!  So, needless to say, I was planning on being in hell (otherwise known as (insert famous department store name here)) , til at least 5 or 6,  But we (Autumn, Becky, and myself), got there @ 6 hauled ass, and left at 2.... An hour early. It was awesome. I got in my car, rolled the windows down turned the radio up and went for a ride. I love the spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got home.  Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance. Never settle for the path of least resistance, Living might mean taking chances, but they're worth taking, loving might be a mistake but it's worth making.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111266223493598589?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111266223493598589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111266223493598589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111266223493598589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111266223493598589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/04/random-rant.html' title='Random Rant'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111246617298747598</id><published>2005-04-02T12:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T12:40:18.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPERSIZE Me...Or Not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/216/1040/640/arch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/216/1040/320/arch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MickeyD's. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just finished watching the movie "Supersize Me".  And I will NEVER EVER EVER eat at McDonald's again. I mean it. Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In &lt;em&gt;Supersize Me, &lt;/em&gt;filmmaker Morgan Spurlock unravels the American Obesity epidemic, by subjecting himself to a McDonald's only diet. For thirty days, he could eat nothing other than products bought at McDonald's, for a Minium of three times per day.  There were some rules. He had to say Yes anytime he was asked to supersize, and he had to eat everything on the menu at least once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At the end of 30 days, his cholesterol had almost doubled, he gained 25 lbs, His blood pressure had gone through the roof, and etc....  The Damage done to his body took almost 9 months to repair. 9 Months!!!  Wow. Kinda Scary, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So has anyone else out there seen this one?  What are your thoughts???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;On the coast of somewhere beautiful, sea winds blowing through her hair, snowflakes dancing on the water, and I wish I were there."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111246617298747598?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111246617298747598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111246617298747598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111246617298747598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111246617298747598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/04/supersize-meor-not.html' title='SUPERSIZE Me...Or Not.'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111232662998551697</id><published>2005-03-31T21:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T21:37:09.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The ABC's of Me</title><content type='html'>Looks like I am back to my thieving ways.... I stole this cute little thing from &lt;a href="http://www.overdressedconfessions.blogspot.com"&gt;Kalisah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ccent:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I used to have a very deep southern accent, then came Chicago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ra Size:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;36D (or am I dreaming?) :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;hore I hate:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Folding Clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;ad's name&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Micheal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ssential make-up:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mary Kay Eye Shadow Combo in Jungle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;avorite perfume:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've got two, Givenchy's Irresistably and DKNY's Be Delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;old or Silver:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ometown:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Boston, Mass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;nteresting fact:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It breaks my heart to watch Women's Basketball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;ob title:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sign Team Manager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;ids:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nope. However, I do have a 2 1/2 year old Dalmatian. He's my baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;iving arrangements:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mom, Grandfather, Shocker, and Me...Live in the Suburbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;om's birthplace:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;San Diego, CA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;umber of apples eaten in last week&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;None.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;vernight hospital stays:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One...7 nights long in August of 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;hobia:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Public Restrooms. I have a fear of being locked in one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uestion you ask yourself a lot:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Are you kidding me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;eligious affiliation:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Baptist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;iblings:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It all depends on how you look at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;ime I wake up:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Somewhere between 445am and 7am, depending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;nnatural hair color:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My hair is brown....Naturally. But, I do have blonde highlights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;egetable I refuse to eat:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Brussel Sprouts (No, I didn't grow out of it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;orst habit:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Speaking in half-sentences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;-rays:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;All kinds of fancy things when I was in the hospital for my kidneys, Teeth, knee, wrist...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                 I am sure there has been more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ummy food I make:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cheeseburger in Paradise Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;odiac sign:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pisces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"It still feels like the first time we met, and I kissed you and told you I loved you, We still, run around like teenagers even though we're grown and married with kids. And we still talk on the phone for hours when I'm away, he still writes love letters and sends me flowers every other day, the question everybody asks is how we make it last, I tell them i still, he still, we still."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111232662998551697?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111232662998551697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111232662998551697&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111232662998551697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111232662998551697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/03/abcs-of-me.html' title='The ABC&apos;s of Me'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111230855792689630</id><published>2005-03-31T16:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T16:35:57.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah.</title><content type='html'>Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one word describes how I'm feeling right now. I can't explain it, (well I can but I shall not succomb you to such ranting), so I will just leave you with the words of a Fantasia Barrino Song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Baby you don't pay me no mind,&lt;br /&gt;You act like you don't love me no more&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you need space or some time&lt;br /&gt;Your attitude is unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna make you unhappy&lt;br /&gt;If you're not happy then your free to go on&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I don't want you stayin around&lt;br /&gt;If I make you so miserable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want me then don't talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and free yourself&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want me then don't talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead to someone else (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never gave it a try, I tried (baby don't you know that I tried)&lt;br /&gt;But the love I have inside has died..&lt;br /&gt;Wont you be a man if it's over...&lt;br /&gt;And just admit that things aint the same&lt;br /&gt;Instead of makin me think its all good&lt;br /&gt;Between us which one is the blame.&lt;br /&gt;I took a lot of 'too much to handle'&lt;br /&gt;Until I cant play this game no more&lt;br /&gt;This love thing is full of scandal&lt;br /&gt;So you're welcome to walk out the door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want me then don't talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and free yourself&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want me then don't talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead to someone else (4x)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yep. That pretty much sums it up.  You may comfort me now. ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111230855792689630?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111230855792689630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111230855792689630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111230855792689630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111230855792689630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/03/blah.html' title='Blah.'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111215983549194126</id><published>2005-03-29T22:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T23:17:15.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>339 Days To Go!</title><content type='html'>When I have a CRAZY Monday at work, which turns into a CRAZY Tuesday, which I am almost certain will lead to a CRAZY Wednesday it makes me think about Vacation. The bad part about that is it's almost a year til' my next real vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't get me wrong, I'll have a few three day weekends here and there, possibly a three or four day trip to Boston, Maybe a weekend at the Gulf Coast, BUT my next full week-long, out-of-the-country Vacation is 339 days away!!! Urghhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene and I are going on the Carnival Liberty in March of next year. It's an 8 night cruise traveling to the Beautiful Islands of Antigua, St. Thomas, Tortola, The Bahamas, and Puerto Rico (Okay well, that's a country, but ya get the point.) Ahhh, I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Where's your favorite Vacation Spots??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, as most of you who read this blog know, my all-time favorite show came on tonight. Yes, that would be American Idol. &lt;a href="http://www.idolonfox.com/contestants/carrie_underwood/"&gt;Carrie Underwood&lt;/a&gt; is by far my favorite out of the finalists, although one of my friends is crazy about &lt;a href="http://www.idolonfox.com/contestants/jessica_sierra/"&gt;Jessica Sierra&lt;/a&gt; I am not sure why, but he is, so be it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you all pulling for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Totally of the Subject**&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone out there know where they hold a car audio installation class?? It's something Gene is intertested in doing for  a past time, but can't find any info on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let Freedom ring, let the caged bird sing, let the whole world know that today is a day of reckoning.....Roll the stone away, make the guilty pay, it's independance Day."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111215983549194126?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111215983549194126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111215983549194126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111215983549194126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111215983549194126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/03/339-days-to-go.html' title='339 Days To Go!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111194956598645574</id><published>2005-03-27T12:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T12:52:45.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Bunny Day!!</title><content type='html'>It's good to know that the Easter Bunny has not forgotten about one 25 year old female in Memphis, TN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up to find a enournmous amount of baskets filled with all kinds of goodies in my kitchen. Yes, my friends, even Shocker had a basket! I'll have to post the pictures in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my &lt;a href="http://www.redsox.com"&gt;Red Sox&lt;/a&gt; have kicked off the pre-season with a rough start. So far I believe they are carrying a 8-13 record. We gotta do something about that!. Speaking of the Sox, I can not wait to see &lt;a href="http://www.feverpitchmovie.com/"&gt;Fever Pitch&lt;/a&gt; when it comes out in April.  The previews look hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope everyone has had a wonderful weekend, and an even more Wonderful Easter Holiday. In the midst of all the Choclate Bunnys and Boiled Eggs, let's make sure that we do not forget the true meaning of Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He is risen."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111194956598645574?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111194956598645574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111194956598645574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111194956598645574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111194956598645574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-bunny-day.html' title='Happy Bunny Day!!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111194769567221998</id><published>2005-03-27T12:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T12:55:20.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What do You Think About.....</title><content type='html'>..... the Terry Schiavo case???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111194769567221998?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111194769567221998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111194769567221998&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111194769567221998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111194769567221998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-do-you-think-about.html' title='What do You Think About.....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111163062750852273</id><published>2005-03-23T19:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T20:17:07.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything You Ever Wanted to Know.... AND MORE!</title><content type='html'>WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tiffany Marie Adams&lt;/span&gt;. WHAT COLOR PANTS ARE YOU WEARING? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Umm... Not Pants, Pajamas! :-)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; The TV, Hey American Idol is on!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE LAST THING YOU ATE? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Totino's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kinda Chilly &lt;/span&gt;LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Autumn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW OLD ARE YOU TODAY? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;25, Gah I am getting Old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE DRINK? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cherry Coke, But I haven't drank a soda in almost 3 months!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE SPORT? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Basketball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIR COLOR? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No                                                                                                          &lt;/span&gt;SIBLINGS? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                                                   FAVORITE MONTH? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE FOOD? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seafood... Any Kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mr. 3000&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU DO TO PREVENT ANGER? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nothing...Hmmm..maybe thats the issue. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite season? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGS OR KISSES? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVING ARRANGEMENTS? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Soon To Change...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS UNDER YOUR BED? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS THE FRIEND YOU HAVE HAD THE LONGEST? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jamie Vonbuskirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Watched AI, spent time with the Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE SMELL? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Ocean Breeze, Tanning Lotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT INSPIRES YOU? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAIN, BUTTERED OR SALTED POPCORN? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MMM Butter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE CAR? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maxima!!&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE FLOWER? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Orange Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER OF KEYS ON YOUR KEY RING? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU JUGGLE? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE DAY OF THE WEEK? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MANY STATES HAVE YOU LIVED IN? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MANY CITIES HAVE YOU LIVED IN? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MANY COUNTRIES HAVE YOU LIVED IN? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MANY CARS HAVE YOU HAD? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS THE FIRSTCAR THAT YOU HAD? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A 1985 Blue Buick Regal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE WERE YOU BORN?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Boston, Mass!  !!!!GO SOX!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE VACATION SPOT? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Caribbean!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111163062750852273?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111163062750852273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111163062750852273&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111163062750852273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111163062750852273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/03/everything-you-ever-wanted-to-know-and.html' title='Everything You Ever Wanted to Know.... AND MORE!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-111162248448351828</id><published>2005-03-23T17:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T18:01:24.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Faint From Shock.</title><content type='html'>Yes, It's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of my friends out there in Bloggerville have not completely forgotten about me. It has been a crazy couple of months. I am sorry I have abandoned you, although I see everyone seems to be getting along fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... work is finally back to normal and life is beginning to calm down. My Vacation was wonderful! Actually, it went so well we are actually planning our next cruise for March 4, of next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what about all of you???? Whats going on out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She wears a Red Sox cap To hide her baby dreads.  The girl she was in New England Is different now and dead. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; In all the local bars She flirts and tells the boys while they're talkin' She's from Boston ."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That Song is SOOOOO Me! :-)  minus the Baby Dreads! :-) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-111162248448351828?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/111162248448351828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=111162248448351828&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111162248448351828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/111162248448351828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/03/dont-faint-from-shock.html' title='Don&apos;t Faint From Shock.'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-110497416206878062</id><published>2005-01-05T18:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T18:24:10.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Never Too Late To Say....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;...Happy New Year!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And in honor of the new year, I snatched this from Kalisah. :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What did you do in 2004 that you’d never done before?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I went on vacation with a boy! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really do not believe in New Year's Resolutions. However...I did make one very personal one this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My friend Courtnie had a beautiful baby girl, Isabella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thankfully, not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just Mexico and The Good Ole' U.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2005 that you lacked in 2004?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A size 6 figure :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What dates from 2004 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One in particular, December 19, 2004. Yep, that would be the day that the wonderful man in my life put &lt;a href="http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-ring.html#comments"&gt;This Wonderful Ring&lt;/a&gt; upon my finger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You mean I have to narrow it down to just one? :-) Seriously... I got myself financially together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No failures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I had kidney stones...3 times! I was hospitalized in Critical Care for 7 days with an acute Kidney infection. I never want to experience that again! It sure makes you realize just how short life really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hmmmm... Nothing really comes to mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shocker's! He has turned into such the sweetie! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed or disgusted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have to agree with &lt;a href="http://overdressedconfessions.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kalisah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;on this one.... Mr. President.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Car Payments, Vacation, Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The cruise I took with Gene, and just like a kid... Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2004?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fantasia's "I believe", and Reuben's "Sorry 2004"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;a) happier or sadder?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; happier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b) thinner or fatter?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c) richer or poorer?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;richer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Taken "me" time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Complaining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. How will you be spending New Year's Eve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I spent New Years with Gene at the PiKapp house and Gill's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2004?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think I fall a little bit more in love every day. (Yea I know...makes you sick, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. How many one-night stands?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can't name just one.... "The OC", "The North Shore", "American Idol", "For Love or Money", "CSI", "Law &amp; Order".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I would never say hate, but there are a few co-workers that have learned how to push my buttons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. What was the best book you read?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Message in a Bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maroon 5, Bowling for Soup, Puddle of Mudd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. What did you want and get?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have to say it just one more time..... "The Ring"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. What did you want and not get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A naval ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. What was your favorite film(s) of this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Butterfly Effect, Polar Express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was in New Orleans. It was the day before we left on our cruise. I was 24.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31.What one thing would have made your year measurably more satisfying? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A different job with a larger income.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2004?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hmmmm... Fashion Concept. nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. What kept you sane?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my family, Gene, Shocker, and mani's and pedi's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hmmmm... no one really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The election, Veteran's Issues, The War in Iraq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Who did you miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Grandmother... More than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shhhh.... It's a secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2004.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cherish the little things. Hold on to your loved ones with all that you have, and don't be afraid to find yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-110497416206878062?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/110497416206878062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=110497416206878062&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/110497416206878062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/110497416206878062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-never-too-late-to-say.html' title='It&apos;s Never Too Late To Say....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-110424856651440248</id><published>2004-12-28T09:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T09:42:46.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Wonderful Christmas!</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone out there in blogworld had a wonderful Christmas. What was your favorite present??? huh huh huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know your dying to know what I got... so I guess I'll tell ya! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the gorgeous ring on my finger, Gene got me a smoothie maker, foot spa, Quesadilla Maker, a couple of CD's and Shrek 2! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom Got me a gorgeous dark pink wool peacoat, with matching scarf. Socks, Panties (really cute ones that say I love football, and Touchdown!), &lt;a href="http://www.theterminal-themovie.com/"&gt;The Terminal&lt;/a&gt; (you gotta watch it! Great Movie!, Some new makeup, 2 fleeces, a sweater, a wish bracelet, Ocean Oasis Bath stuff, and made a payment on my car for me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandfather gave me a gorgeous Jewelry Armoire, a sweater, some socks, makeup, pj's, Polar Express game, and a journal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure there was more but I've blanked out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful Christmas!! I hope yours was too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-110424856651440248?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/110424856651440248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=110424856651440248&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/110424856651440248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/110424856651440248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-wonderful-christmas.html' title='What a Wonderful Christmas!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-110375798740073923</id><published>2004-12-22T17:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T17:26:27.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>48 Minutes...</title><content type='html'>...That's how long it took me to get home from work.  Now, to some people that may not seem like a very big deal.  However,  the same drive generally takes me about 6 minutes tops.  Ahhh.. Winter Weather. Could it be that we will finally have a white Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Is everyone ready for the Holiday??? What did ya get me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm dreaming of a White Christmas...Just like the ones I used to know... May your days be merry and bright, and may all your Christmases be White."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-110375798740073923?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/110375798740073923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=110375798740073923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/110375798740073923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/110375798740073923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/12/48-minutes.html' title='48 Minutes...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-110357999282746741</id><published>2004-12-20T15:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T15:59:52.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year....</title><content type='html'>I love Christmas! I really do. The only thing I dislike about this time of year is the craziness of my job. But hey, it could be worse. I guess I should be greatful I have a decent job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mall was crazy today. I walked out to the food court for my lunch...(big mistake) I stood in line at Wendy's for 20 minutes for 2 bucks worth of food. Oh well... So the saga continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Gene and I ordered a BBQ pizza from &lt;a href="http://www.realpagessites.com/exlines/"&gt;Exline's&lt;/a&gt; It was SOO good. I gained like 10 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... I have to take a minute to thank &lt;a href="http://gretchennsmusings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gretchen&lt;/a&gt; for introducing me to &lt;a href="http://games.yahoo.com/games/downloads/in.html"&gt;this game.&lt;/a&gt; I ended up playing it like.. for 2 hours after I saw the link in her blog. I guess I will never be able to quit stealing things. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I hope everyone's Holiday Season is going well!!! Come see me the next time your at Wolfchase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-110357999282746741?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/110357999282746741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=110357999282746741&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/110357999282746741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/110357999282746741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-110343634876436618</id><published>2004-12-19T01:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T00:26:14.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lookie At What I Got!!!!</title><content type='html'>So If there is anyone out there who still reads this blog....This post is for you. Tonight was a big night for me. We had our work Christmas Dinner..(which was great) And...Gene gave me this!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/216/1040/640/Tiffany"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/216/1040/320/Tiffany" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ring &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a big box that was wrapped beautifully. Then inside that box was another box...and inside that box, was another box, then inside that box was this beautiful Engagement ring!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I havent been blogging much lately, and I bet everyone has given up on me... but for those of you who are still around..Thanks for hanging in there and my promise for things to get back to normal after the Holidays still stands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoochies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-110343634876436618?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/110343634876436618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=110343634876436618&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/110343634876436618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/110343634876436618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/12/lookie-at-what-i-got.html' title='Lookie At What I Got!!!!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-110343745258440145</id><published>2004-12-19T00:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T00:24:12.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/216/1040/640/Tiffany&amp;#39;s%20Ring%20017.3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/216/1040/320/Tiffany&amp;#39;s%20Ring%20017.3.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ring&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-110343745258440145?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/110343745258440145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=110343745258440145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/110343745258440145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/110343745258440145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-ring.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-110167888280097170</id><published>2004-11-28T15:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T15:54:42.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>Retail Management. Holiday Shoppers. Long Hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please accept this as my explanation for not blogging. I miss you guys!!! I really do. When I get a day off... (Friday) I will update you on the wonderful world of Tiffany. Until then...hold tight and don't forget about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-110167888280097170?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/110167888280097170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=110167888280097170&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/110167888280097170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/110167888280097170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/11/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='ZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzz'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-110075636506368951</id><published>2004-11-17T23:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T23:39:25.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Please Remind Me....</title><content type='html'>What ever gave me the desire to work in Retail Management....Especially this time of year??? I feel like I have been hit by a ton of bricks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that we are remodeling the house....new paint, new furniture, hardwood floors...and all during Retail Hell Season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone made it through hump day ok. The week is almost over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-110075636506368951?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/110075636506368951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=110075636506368951&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/110075636506368951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/110075636506368951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/11/someone-please-remind-me.html' title='Someone Please Remind Me....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-110065762707244417</id><published>2004-11-16T20:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T20:13:47.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To All My Blogger Buddies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if every time you fell in love with someone you had to say good-bye?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if every time you wanted someone they would never be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;What would you do if for every moment you were truly happy there would be 10 moments of sadness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What would you do if your best friend died tomorrow and you never got to tell them how you felt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, I just wanted to say, even if I never talk to you again in my life, you are special to me and you have made a difference in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I look up to you, respect you, and truly cherish you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll Always Be There&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In times of trouble,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In times of need,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If you are feeling SAD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can count on me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I will give you a wink,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Until you smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;give you a hug,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And stand by your side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be there for you till the end,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'll always and forever, be your friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Man.... I am such a sweetie!!!!! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-110065762707244417?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/110065762707244417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=110065762707244417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/110065762707244417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/110065762707244417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/11/to-all-my-blogger-buddies.html' title='To All My Blogger Buddies...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-110044904068589107</id><published>2004-11-14T09:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T19:58:50.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Steph!</title><content type='html'>SO, I was reading my normal blogs, and I ran across this on &lt;a href="http://www.swanigan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Steph's Blog&lt;/a&gt;. I stole it from here. Just cause, well, thats what I do! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUCTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Copy this whole list into your journal.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bold the things that are true about you.&lt;br /&gt;3. Whatever you don't bold is false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01. When I was younger, I made some bad decisions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. I don't watch much TV these days &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(North Shore, OC, Bachelor...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03. I love olives&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04. I love sleeping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. I own lots of books&lt;br /&gt;06. I wear glasses or contact lenses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07. I love to play video games &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(only if I am playing with the boy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08. I've tried marijuana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09. I've watched porn movies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I have been in a threesome&lt;br /&gt;11. I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. I believe honesty is usually the best policy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. I have acne free skin &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(for the most part...every now and then.. you know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I like and respect Al Sharpton (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;who is this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I curse frequently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. I have changed a lot mentally over the last year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. I have hobbies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I've been told I: (women) have an applebottom, (men) am packing.&lt;br /&gt;19. I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me (box cutter, actually.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. I'm really, really smart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(and also very humble...I felt bad bolding this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I've never broken someone's bones&lt;br /&gt;22. I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal&lt;br /&gt;23. I hate the rain&lt;br /&gt;24. I'm paranoid at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. I need money right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I love Sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. I talk really, really fast &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Sometimes I talk faster than I think, especially when I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;trying to get my point across. It makes for a funny situation.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. I have fresh breath in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. I have semi-long hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. I have lost money in Las Vegas &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Does Tunica Count??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. I have at least one brother and/or one sister&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. I was born in a country outside of the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. I shave my legs (females) or face (males) on a regular basis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. I have a twin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyes in the past&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. I like the way that I look.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. I know how to cornrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. I am usually pessimistic&lt;br /&gt;42. I have a lot of mood swings&lt;br /&gt;43. I think prostitution should be legalized&lt;br /&gt;44. I think Britney Spears is hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. I have cheated on a Sig. O. in the past &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Not Gene people... when I was younger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. I have a hidden talent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. I think that I'm popular &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(was very popular during my college days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. I am currently single&lt;br /&gt;50. I have kissed someone of the same sex &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(much to the boys dismay, I have not.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. I enjoy talking on the phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. I practically live in sweatpants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. I love to shop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. I would rather shop than eat&lt;br /&gt;55. I would classify myself as ghetto&lt;br /&gt;56. I'm bourgie and have worn a sweater tied around my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;57. I'm obsessed with my Blogger&lt;br /&gt;58. I don't hate anyone. I dislike them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59. I'm a pretty good dancer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60. I don't think Mike Tyson raped Desiree Washington&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. I have a cell phone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. I believe in God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. I watch MTV on a daily basis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;65. I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(I did NOT want to highlight this. I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;soooo not a drinker..but I had a relapse the night before Halloween.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. I love drama&lt;br /&gt;67. I have never been in a real relationship before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68. I've rejected someone before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. I currently have a crush on someone&lt;br /&gt;70. I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. I want to have children in the future&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. I have changed a diaper before&lt;br /&gt;73. I've called the cops on a friend before&lt;br /&gt;74. I bite my nails&lt;br /&gt;75. I am a member of the Tom Green fan club&lt;br /&gt;76. I'm not allergic to anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. I have a lot to learn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. I have dated someone at least 10 years older or younger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;79. I plan on seeing Ice Cube's newest "Friday" movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. I am very shy around the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;81. I'm online 24/7, even as an away message&lt;br /&gt;82. I have at least 5 away messages saved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;83. I have tried alcohol or drugs at a party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. I have made a move on a friend's Sig. O. in the past&lt;br /&gt;85. I own the "South Park" movie&lt;br /&gt;86. I have avoided assignments at work to be online&lt;br /&gt;87. When I was a kid I played "the birds and the bees" with a neighbor or chum&lt;br /&gt;88. I enjoy country music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;89. I would die for my best friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza&lt;br /&gt;91. I watch soap operas whenever I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;92. I'm obsessive, anal retentive, and often a perfectionist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. I have used my sexuality to advance my career&lt;br /&gt;94. I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all&lt;br /&gt;95. I know all the words to Slick Rick's "Children's Story"&lt;br /&gt;96. Halloween is awesome because you get free candy&lt;br /&gt;97. I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it&lt;br /&gt;98. I have dated a close friend's ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. I'm happy as of this moment &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what about you people??? Tell me about yourself!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-110044904068589107?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/110044904068589107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=110044904068589107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/110044904068589107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/110044904068589107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/11/thanks-steph.html' title='Thanks Steph!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-110038677804437318</id><published>2004-11-13T16:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T17:02:56.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A True Thief Never Recovers.</title><content type='html'>OK, I have a new victim. I borrowed this pic from &lt;a href="http://http://jazzie0009.blogspot.com/2004/11/smh.html"&gt;Dayrell&lt;/a&gt;. I hope she doesn't mind. It was just too good not to pass along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/216/1040/640/mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/216/1040/320/mirror.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOH! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Loving It!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-110038677804437318?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/110038677804437318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=110038677804437318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/110038677804437318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/110038677804437318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/11/true-thief-never-recovers.html' title='A True Thief Never Recovers.'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-110038657063587107</id><published>2004-11-13T16:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T16:56:10.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waaaayy Random Thought.</title><content type='html'>In a previous post, I stated that our friends Courtnie and John were moving into their new house.  Well it just hit me. I have to sets of friends ( both married couples) named Courtnie and John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Talk about delayed reaction. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here eatching chinese...and putting off getting dressed. Jamie and I are going to see The Polar Express!! I am a huge kid at Christmas, and I can't wait to see it!!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is in the air folks, (According to my place of employment it has been in the air for a month and a half already. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Great Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-110038657063587107?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/110038657063587107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=110038657063587107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/110038657063587107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/110038657063587107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/11/waaaayy-random-thought.html' title='Waaaayy Random Thought.'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-110038560695020193</id><published>2004-11-13T16:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T16:48:35.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Freaky Movie....</title><content type='html'>                                                                &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/216/1040/640/18968_p_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/216/1040/320/18968_p_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               One Freaky Movie &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen it? What did you think? A movie CAN NOT end like that, Talk to me people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-110038560695020193?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/110038560695020193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=110038560695020193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/110038560695020193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/110038560695020193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/11/one-freaky-movie.html' title='One Freaky Movie....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-109984237481763620</id><published>2004-11-07T09:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T09:46:14.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who's Back.....</title><content type='html'>Back again... Tiffer's back, Tell a friend.  la la la..Oh wait,  I got lost in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wonder... Does anyone out there still read this old thing, or have I been replaced by some Blogger come lately? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks have been crazy, work has been crazy, Home has been crazy,...everything has been crazy! But seems like things have finally settled down. At least for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats been going on? I am SO glad you asked.. It's been so long since I actually blessed you with tales of my "not so ordinary life". Come on, admit it... You've missed me. I am just going to go over highlights to avoid a 3 hour entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Halloween weekend the craziness started. Gene went out of town for Friday and Saturday. Friday Night I went to a party that some guy at work was throwing. I went with Racheal. I should not have went. I spent most of Friday Night and all of Saturday realizing this...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday when Gene got back we went to the casinos for the night. I learned to play Roulette finally! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;November 2nd. Well we all know what happened that day, and we all know how I feel about what happened that day.  SPEAKING OF WHICH... Has anyone out there seen the Sunday Paper from this morning??? UGH! The first thing I don't wanna see is a HUGE face shot of our Oh-So-&amp;$^#&amp;amp;#!-Wonderful President. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our friends, Courtnie and John, are moving in their new house. Helped them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let's not forget about the "Official kick-off of Retail Christmas Hell, this past Friday Night. Mom and I went up to the mall to watch it all unfold. Pretty cool. It snowed in the mall. But in the back of my mind, I know what all this meant. It meant work will be hell until February.  *Deep Breath* . Bring it!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got a Ticket. Cop was an a$$. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Memphis played an I score you score game with Louisville. I made the comment, "whoever has the ball last will when." Guess what?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that's it. Well, at least a much narrowed down version of it. But what about you? How in the hell are ya? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Now that I realize, that I'm going down, from all this pain you put me through. Everytime I close my eyes, I'm like damn..I can't go on not loving you.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-109984237481763620?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/109984237481763620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=109984237481763620&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109984237481763620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109984237481763620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/11/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s Back.....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-109952633761328078</id><published>2004-11-03T17:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T17:58:57.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That's It!!!</title><content type='html'>I am moving to Canada, ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice knowing you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See You in four years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-109952633761328078?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/109952633761328078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=109952633761328078&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109952633761328078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109952633761328078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/11/thats-it.html' title='That&apos;s It!!!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-109924460929167324</id><published>2004-10-31T11:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T17:54:30.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/216/1040/640/ygp3EEF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/216/1040/320/ygp3EEF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't my pumpkin awesome? Me and My boy did it all by ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-109924460929167324?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/109924460929167324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=109924460929167324&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109924460929167324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109924460929167324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-109899624909538651</id><published>2004-10-28T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T20:56:18.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Tastes Ohhhh So Sweet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/216/1040/640/CmGtpwu6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/216/1040/320/CmGtpwu6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Cursed to First &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Somewhere children laugh and dance",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Somewhere old men shout",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"There is joy in Beantown now."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The Bambino has struck out."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-109899624909538651?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/109899624909538651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=109899624909538651&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109899624909538651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109899624909538651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/10/it-tastes-ohhhh-so-sweet.html' title='It Tastes Ohhhh So Sweet!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-109850873525736226</id><published>2004-10-23T01:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T00:18:55.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Tell Me Something...</title><content type='html'>How does a sorority girl turn into a girl who stays home on the weekends playing online games and searching through ebay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad, sad story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-109850873525736226?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/109850873525736226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=109850873525736226&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109850873525736226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109850873525736226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-tell-me-something.html' title='So Tell Me Something...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-109838956723336979</id><published>2004-10-21T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T15:20:47.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What About Them SOX??</title><content type='html'>What curse??? That's what was running through the mind of millons (yes there are that many) of Boston Red Sox Fans as the Sox scated by arch rival NY, making baseball history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/216/1040/640/sox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/216/1040/320/sox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to Shout about.&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being from Boston myself, a sense of pride came over me as I watched the last four games of the series. Those men played ball with a skill they had not brought out in the first three games. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of those Yankee fans, mainly &lt;a href="http://www.littlenibbler.blogspot.com"&gt;Jeff&lt;/a&gt; and Woody, that I tantalized over Boston's big win...I am sorry, but as Geoff Calkins would say, "There's no shame in losing to a team that is going to win the World Series." :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone out there in Bloggersville is doing well. My work week is over and I have a much needed long weekend ahead of me.  I think Friday night I am going to see Friday Night Lights. Has anyone out there seen it? Is it good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Racheal and I are supposed to be going out for a much needed, much deserved Girls Night Out. Any ideas??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Everything that I've been doing is all bad. I got a chic on the side and a crib and a ride, and I've been telling you so many lies, it's all bad."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-109838956723336979?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/109838956723336979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=109838956723336979&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109838956723336979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109838956723336979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-about-them-sox.html' title='What About Them SOX??'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-109822967937561050</id><published>2004-10-19T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T18:49:55.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Didn't Steal it....</title><content type='html'>Well not really anyway. :-) Turns out there is a fellow blogger out there who hasn't forgotten about me!! &lt;a href="http://empb.blogspot.com/"&gt;HE&lt;/a&gt; sent me this nifty little quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? What does it think you should be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be a Martini for Halloween!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;img alt="You Should Be a Martini for Halloween!" src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/martini-costume.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What should you be for Halloween?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-109822967937561050?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/109822967937561050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=109822967937561050&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109822967937561050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109822967937561050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-i-didnt-steal-it.html' title='And I Didn&apos;t Steal it....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-109821807310969149</id><published>2004-10-19T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T15:34:33.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Blog or Not to Blog...</title><content type='html'>...That is the question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me something.  Does anyone out there still read this thing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long week, followed by an even longer weekend! I will be greatful for one thing, however, My Red Sox have won the last two games of the series forcing a game six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my faithful readers, I am sorry for the lack of posts, things have just been so negative lately, and I don't want to be the blog everyone hates because it is full of complaints, so I have just kept my fingers away from the keyboard lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Arnold would say, I'll be back.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what's the glory in living? Doesn't anybody ever stay together anymore? And if love never lasts forever, Then tell me.. what's forever for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-109821807310969149?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/109821807310969149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=109821807310969149&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109821807310969149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109821807310969149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/10/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html' title='To Blog or Not to Blog...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-109761814778925995</id><published>2004-10-12T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T16:55:47.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall is in the Air!</title><content type='html'>I couldn't help but notice it, as I walked out to my car this afternoon. Fall is here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall is my favorite season. I remember when I was young, in New England people would come from all around just to see the trees change colors. I love football, sweatshirts, and Holiday Dinners! Actually, there is nothing that I don't like about this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend. Mine was tiring and I have yet to recover. I am planning on taking a nice nap. Soon. Just after I do.... (See that's my problem. I keep adding to my list.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on me yet. I will blog again! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-109761814778925995?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/109761814778925995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=109761814778925995&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109761814778925995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109761814778925995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/10/fall-is-in-air.html' title='Fall is in the Air!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-109732680055705339</id><published>2004-10-09T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T08:00:00.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ZZZzzzz...</title><content type='html'>I went in to work at 7am Friday Morning. I worked until midnight last night. I went back to work at 4am this morning, and just got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-109732680055705339?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/109732680055705339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=109732680055705339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109732680055705339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109732680055705339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/10/zzzzzzz_09.html' title='ZZZzzzz...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-109719884288463137</id><published>2004-10-07T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T20:27:22.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotcha!</title><content type='html'>You know... that I stole this from &lt;a href="http://www.syhtarnen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shannon&lt;/a&gt;.  I think I am ok with my results, except for the whole 'while you often seem worthless".  Man. Talk about an ego hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Water" src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/Sc0tty/1063071353_tureswater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are water. You're not really organic; you're&lt;br /&gt;neither acidic nor basic, yet you're an acid&lt;br /&gt;and a base at the same time. You're strong&lt;br /&gt;willed and opinionated, but relaxed and ready&lt;br /&gt;to flow. So while you often seem worthless,&lt;br /&gt;without you, everything would just not work.&lt;br /&gt;People should definitely drink more of you&lt;br /&gt;every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Sc0tty/quizzes/Which%20Biological%20Molecule%20Are%20You?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Which Biological Molecule Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-109719884288463137?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/109719884288463137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=109719884288463137&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109719884288463137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109719884288463137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/10/gotcha.html' title='Gotcha!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-109719727684777464</id><published>2004-10-07T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T20:06:35.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Love Him...</title><content type='html'>It's been a while so I thought I would bless you with a few more pictures of my baby!! That lovely lady in the bottom photograph, is my Mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/216/1040/640/Too%20Cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/216/1040/320/Too%20Cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Baby &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/216/1040/640/aww!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/216/1040/320/aww!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile For the Camera! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know he is ADORABLE!! But NO you can't have him. Believe me...you would bring him back to me anyway..  :-)  He's my very own Dr Jekyll/Mr. Hyde!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-109719727684777464?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/109719727684777464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=109719727684777464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109719727684777464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109719727684777464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/10/gotta-love-him.html' title='Gotta Love Him...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-109676676620786292</id><published>2004-10-02T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T20:26:06.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Add One More to the W Side!</title><content type='html'>What a day! What a game! Its about time Memphis played the first half of the ball game. I am like a proud parent! After a brief reality check last week, Memphis let their fans know, that a loss would not be happening again. At least not this week. Great game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was perfect. Today was even better. Gene loved his birthday present(s). Last night when he got off, he came to the room we had gotten for the night. I had decorated it for his birthday. The fridge was stocked, and his present was wrapped on the dresser. Being the big kid he is... He walked in, and went straight for the box. I had taken the work order for the tint for this car and put it in a little box. Then, I put that little box in a medium box with some new phone accessories, Then I put that medium box in a bigger box with an Collector's edition Scarface DVD and two small bottles of crown. He loved it all. Especially the tint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning on the way to the tailgate, we dropped Gene's car off at Xtreme Auto, and went by my house to get some clothes.  It was crowded when we got to the tailgate. It was cool to see everyone again.  I hadn't seen Gene's frat brothers in a long time. Like...man, forever. I saw alot of the kd's I knew too. I remember'd why I liked some, and why I disliked, I mean REALLY disliked others.  Lemme explain... I was not in a sorority at Memphis, when I transfered to Memphis, my sorority did not have a chapter, so I kind of stepped back out of "greek life".  At UMemphis, the sororitys are all...like, against eachother. there's no unity. Everyone is just trying to outdo everyone else.  So...some people just get on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the game, Gene and I went to Hueys, and had an awesome dinner. Ya shoulda been there. Now I'm tired, and full....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....More to Come Later.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-109676676620786292?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/109676676620786292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=109676676620786292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109676676620786292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109676676620786292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/10/add-one-more-to-w-side.html' title='Add One More to the W Side!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-109663242295939342</id><published>2004-10-01T06:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T07:51:17.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thou Shall Not Steal...</title><content type='html'>....Yea, right. I got this, once again from &lt;a href="http://www.syhtarnen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shannon&lt;/a&gt;. Everything In&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; red&lt;/span&gt; I have done. I have added my comments in &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kinda Christmasy, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;***Warning This is Going to Be a long one****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HAVE.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Bought everyone in the pub a drink&lt;br /&gt;02. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;03.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Climbed a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;br /&gt;05. Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;06. Held a tarantula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;07.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Taken a candlelit bath with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;08. Said 'I love you' and meant it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Hugged a tree&lt;br /&gt;10. Done a striptease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. Bungee jumped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Wait, does the whole bungee swing count??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14. Stayed up all night long, and watch the sun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16. Gone to a huge sports game &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(The NBA is in Memphis, baby!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked the stairs to the top of the Leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;18. Grown and eaten your own vegetables &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(I spent 10 years of my life in Alabama, now what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;20. Slept under the stars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Refer to Question #18)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;21. Changed a baby's diaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;23. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Gotten drunk on champagne &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(I HATE champagne!!! Yuck!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;26. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;27. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(haven't we all?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Had a food fight&lt;br /&gt;29. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;30. Taken a sick day when you're not ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Asked out a stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;32. Had a snowball fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;34. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Held a lamb.&lt;br /&gt;36. Enacted a favorite fantasy&lt;br /&gt;37. Taken a midnight skinny dip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;38. Taken an ice cold bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;41. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;42. Hit a home run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Turned three weeks miraculously into three days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;44. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;br /&gt;46. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;47. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Had two hard drives for your computer.&lt;br /&gt;49. Visited all 50 states&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;50. Loved your job for all accounts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Stream, Baby!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;51. Taken care of someone who was shit faced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;53. Had amazing friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;54. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;56. Stolen a sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Backpacked in Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;58. Taken a road-trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;60. Lied to foreign government's official in that country to avoid notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;61. Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Sky diving&lt;br /&gt;63. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;64. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love&lt;br /&gt;65. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited Japan&lt;br /&gt;67. Benchpressed your own weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;68. Milked a cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;69. Alphabetized your records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Pretended to be a superhero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;71. Sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;72. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Posed nude in front of strangers&lt;br /&gt;74. Scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;75. Got it on to "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;76. Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;77. Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;78. Played in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;79. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;80. Done something you should regret, but don't regret it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;82. Discovered that someone who's not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog&lt;br /&gt;83. Dropped Windows in favor of something better&lt;br /&gt;84. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;85. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Toured ancient sites&lt;br /&gt;87. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;88. Swordfought for the honor of a woman&lt;br /&gt;89. Played D&amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;90. Gotten married&lt;br /&gt;91. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;92. Crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;93. Loved someone you shouldn't have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;94. Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;96. Had sex at the office&lt;br /&gt;97. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;98. Made cookies from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;100. Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;101. Gotten a tattoo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(How about 3 of em?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102. Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on&lt;br /&gt;103. Rafted the Snake River&lt;br /&gt;104. Been on television news programs as an "expert"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;105. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106. Masturbated in a public place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;107. Got so drunk you don't remember anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108. Been addicted to some form of illegal drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;109. Performed on stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110. Been to Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;111. Recorded music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112. Eaten shark&lt;br /&gt;113. Had a one-night stand&lt;br /&gt;114. Gone to Thailand&lt;br /&gt;115. Seen Siouxsie live&lt;br /&gt;116. Bought a house&lt;br /&gt;117. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;118. Buried one/both of your parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;119. Shaved or waxed your pubic hair off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;120. Been on a cruise ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;121. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;122. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;123. Bounced a check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;124. Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;br /&gt;125. Read - and understood - your credit report&lt;br /&gt;126. Raised children&lt;br /&gt;127. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy&lt;br /&gt;128. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;br /&gt;129. Created and named your own constellation of stars&lt;br /&gt;130. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;131. Found out something significant that your ancestors did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;132. Called or written your Congress person&lt;br /&gt;133. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;134. ...more than once? - More than thrice?&lt;br /&gt;135. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;136. Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;137. Had an abortion or your female partner did&lt;br /&gt;138. Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;139. Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived.&lt;br /&gt;140. Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;141. Lost over 100 pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;142. Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;br /&gt;143. Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;144. Petted a stingray&lt;br /&gt;145. Broken someone's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;146. Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;147. Been fired or laid off from a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;148. Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;br /&gt;149. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;150. Killed a human being&lt;br /&gt;151. Gone on an African photo safari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;152. Ridden a motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;153. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;154. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;155. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;156. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;157. Ridden a horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;158. Had major surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;159. Had sex on a moving train&lt;br /&gt;160. Had a snake as a pet&lt;br /&gt;161. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;162. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;163. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;164. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states&lt;br /&gt;165. Visited all 7 continents&lt;br /&gt;166. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;167. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;168. Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground&lt;br /&gt;169. Been a sperm or egg donor&lt;br /&gt;170. Eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;171. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;172. Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;173. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;174. Got someone fired for their actions&lt;br /&gt;175. Gone back to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;176. Parasailed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;177. Changed your name&lt;br /&gt;178. Petted a cockroach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;179. Read the Iliad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;180. Been Deep sea fishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;181. Selected one "important" author who you missed in school, and read&lt;br /&gt;182. Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them&lt;br /&gt;183.¦and gotten 86'ed from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;184. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;185. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;186. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;187. Skipped all your school reunions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;188. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;br /&gt;189. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;190. Written your own computer language&lt;br /&gt;191. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream&lt;br /&gt;192. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;193. Built your own PC from parts&lt;br /&gt;194. Sold your own artwork to someone who didnt know you&lt;br /&gt;195. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;196: Dyed your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;197: Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;198: Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal&lt;br /&gt;199: Written your own role playing game&lt;br /&gt;200: Been arrested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I warned you. Now you know entirely too much about me! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-109663242295939342?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/109663242295939342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=109663242295939342&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109663242295939342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109663242295939342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/10/thou-shall-not-steal.html' title='Thou Shall Not Steal...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-109659973486059700</id><published>2004-09-30T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T22:02:14.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week in Review...</title><content type='html'>I have decided that I have been neglecting my blog. This week has been crazy, to say the least. I just have not had the desire to blog. I know it's horrible. Ya gotta forgive me. I am going to try and do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell you about my week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I had to work. I hate when I have to work on Sundays, but hey...it's life. Two of my employees no called-no showed. So, that doubled the workload, AGAIN. I came home and took a brief nap. Gene came over around 7, and we went and rented a few movies, and ordered pizza. I will leave my summary with two suggestions. Go and rent &lt;a href="http://www.punisherthemovie.com/"&gt;The Punisher&lt;/a&gt;. It was an excellent movie! Secondly order Papa John's BBQ pizza. OMG... It was so good. I don't like BBQ sauce at all, but &lt;a href="http://www.papajohns.com/menu/productshots/bbqchicken_bacon.html"&gt;this pizza&lt;/a&gt; was Yum-mee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night I did something I thought I would never do. I picked up the phone and called my Father. (I don't know if you remember or not, but I had posted about how I had found my Father after 20+ years.) My heart was beating out of my chest. It was crazy. As the phone rang, I was replaying over and over what I was going to say when someone picked up. No one did. I left a voicemail. It was only about 10 minutes when he called me back. It was awkward. Very. I hope to keep in touch with him, but I left the ball in his court. (as the saying goes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course, I turned on &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/northshore/"&gt;my favorite show&lt;/a&gt;. This show is driving me crazy. You never know what is going to happen next. I guess that is what makes it so intriguing. The one thing that is pissing me off though, is all these long breaks it is taking. It won't be back on until November 4. I am not sure I can survive that long..lol... The good thing is that it is moving to Thursday Nights, and will be showing before The OC, which means I have 2 hours of TV to watch on Monday Nights now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday nothing much happened. Work was rough. I lost an employee. Came home...took a nap, caught &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/onair/dyn/realworld-season15/series.jhtml"&gt;The Real World&lt;/a&gt;, and went back to bed. Fun Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I came home from work. Collapsed for a 3 hour nap, and got up just in time to watch episode 2 of &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/bachelor/index.html"&gt;The Bachelor&lt;/a&gt;. (In case you haven't noticed, I am in love with Reality TV!) When Gene got off he came over and I helped him prepare for his tests. He left about 445, and I got ready for work. Yes, you read that right. No sleep. Ug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight nothing too big happened. I slept from like 1:30-3 and then again from 3:15-6.  Still not much sleep, but thats ok. I should sleep like a baby tonight. Or at least I hope I do.   Watched the debate tonight. (See my previous post). Tonight is the last night I have to sacrifice my relationship for homecoming!!! On a positive note, Gene's frat and the sorority they were working with won the step show! Congrats ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a big day tomorrow.  It's Gene's birthday Saturday and we are celebrating tomorrow night! I plan on making it extra-special. I am not going to go in to details, in fear that he may read this, but...I am the BEST girlfriend ever! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course Saturday is HOMECOMING. Ok, yea. I know I am no longer in college, but who says Alumni can not get excitied too! Gene and I are going to the tailgate party and then heading on the Liberty Bowl.  When the games over, we are going to change clothes and going out to have a nice birthday dinner.  Saturday night he is going out with the fellas, and Shalinda and I are heading downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! It is going to be a crazy weekend, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I have bored you enough. I will do my best to begin posting regularly again to avoid book long entries! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Wonderful Friday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-109659973486059700?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/109659973486059700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=109659973486059700&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109659973486059700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109659973486059700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/09/week-in-review.html' title='A Week in Review...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-109659722908364157</id><published>2004-09-30T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T21:24:02.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought For The Day....</title><content type='html'>I think it should be required that the President of the United States  take public speaking courses. Starting yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-109659722908364157?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/109659722908364157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=109659722908364157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109659722908364157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109659722908364157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/09/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought For The Day....'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-109622720853389078</id><published>2004-09-26T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T14:33:28.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Given Saturday.</title><content type='html'>There's  a new gloom hanging over Memphis this morning. The UM Tigers, who were scheduled to go undefeated this season, lost at the hands of UAB last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you watch the game??? When did Memphis become a second half team? When I was playing basketball, our team gained the reputation of a 4th quarter team. Our coach hated it. He would always come in and say, "2nd half performers don't win basketball games. You have to go out there and play all 4 quarters."  He was right. Memphis went in to halftime down. Like they did in the previous two games.  The came out, and performed, tieing the score. Not once, but twice.  The score was tied with 40 seconds left in the game.  Then it happened UAB broke loose, and ran for another touchdown.  Memphis was down again.  But it wasn't over right? There was 13 seconds left on the clock. Memphis still had time to pull a miracle out of the hat. But they couldn't. Not this time anyway. Memphis got it's first defeat this year, breaking a 10 game winning streak. Truth is, as much as I hate to say it...Memphis didn't deserve to win last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the Memphis players said, "I expected to win." Now, maybe that's the problem. You go into a game expecting to win, and you don't try as hard. Coach used to say, "You always have to go into a game expecting to FIGHT for a victory. A victory is never guaranteed." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGHHH... That game gave me heartburn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-109622720853389078?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/109622720853389078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=109622720853389078&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109622720853389078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109622720853389078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/09/any-given-saturday.html' title='Any Given Saturday.'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-109608040769062960</id><published>2004-09-24T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T21:49:22.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Steal From Me...I Shall Steal From You.</title><content type='html'>I stole this!!! Whew hew! I always do that. I was browsing my daily blogs, and I came across this at &lt;a href="http://www.syhtarnen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shannon's Place.&lt;/a&gt; You know I couldn't pass it by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The Sun Card" src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/Koshari/1072668117_arotTheSun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the Sun card. The light of the Sun reveals&lt;br /&gt;all. The Sun is joyful and bright, without fear&lt;br /&gt;or reservation. The childish nature of the Sun&lt;br /&gt;allows you to play and feel free. Exploration&lt;br /&gt;can truly take place in the light of day when&lt;br /&gt;nothing is hidden. The Sun's rays fill you with&lt;br /&gt;energy so that you may live life to its&lt;br /&gt;fullest, milking pleasure out of each day. Such&lt;br /&gt;joy and energy can bring wealth and physical&lt;br /&gt;pleasure. To shine in the light of day is to&lt;br /&gt;have confidence, to soak up its rays is to feel&lt;br /&gt;the freedom of a child. Image from: Stevee&lt;br /&gt;Postman. http://www.stevee.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Koshari/quizzes/Which%20Tarot%20Card%20Are%20You?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Which Tarot Card Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-109608040769062960?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/109608040769062960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=109608040769062960&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109608040769062960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109608040769062960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/09/you-steal-from-mei-shall-steal-from.html' title='You Steal From Me...I Shall Steal From You.'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-109582788401475077</id><published>2004-09-21T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T23:38:04.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So...Tell Me Something..</title><content type='html'>Are there any men out there who have been blessed with the talent of knowing how to say something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean when will he get that,&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't have to come over, anyway. I could have just gone to the house and worked on the homecoming float."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES NOT mean the same thing as,&lt;br /&gt;"I am choosing you over my friends because I love you, and I want to spend time with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Complaint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-109582788401475077?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/109582788401475077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=109582788401475077&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109582788401475077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109582788401475077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/09/sotell-me-something.html' title='So...Tell Me Something..'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7100585.post-109573142840022056</id><published>2004-09-20T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T20:50:28.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are You Doing????</title><content type='html'>Go.&lt;br /&gt;Quick.&lt;br /&gt;Turn on Fox.&lt;br /&gt;Renovate my family is on. This show is awesome! Seriously. Not to mention it immediately follows North Shore. Could Monday night television get any better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was everyone's weekend? Saturday night, Racheal, Jackie, and I went downtown to this new club called "Plush". It was ok. I wore the wrong shoes. So I didn't get to dance the night away like I normally would. Not to mention that it was a 25 buck cover charge.  Actually come to think of it, the most fun of the night was the trip down there. I am not sure how... All I know is that a fifth of Vodka disappeared in about 30 minutes. Hmmm...interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I slept. And Slept. And Slept. Seriously. I don't think I have ever slept that much before. Gene came over after his frat meeting. We went and rented some movies. And just hung out for a while. Good times. :o)  I love days like that. Nothing can beat a night spent in, with someone you love. No obligations. Just eachother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work was stress free. Seriously. I got home about 2. I had an AWESOME phone interview, that I am not going to talk about until later. I seem to jinx myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Everyone, thats enough boring details for now. Go on about your business!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7100585-109573142840022056?l=dz4thee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/feeds/109573142840022056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7100585&amp;postID=109573142840022056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109573142840022056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7100585/posts/default/109573142840022056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dz4thee.blogspot.com/2004/09/what-are-you-doing.html' title='What Are You Doing????'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633497105342451358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k42/TiffanyMarie98/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
