<?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-5312790503427455183</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:04:22.075-04:00</updated><category term='niko'/><category term='Valentines Day'/><category term='lazy. neelo'/><category term='dvd recorder'/><category term='tired'/><category term='cherry coke zero'/><category term='less pain'/><category term='death'/><category term='toyger cat'/><category term='working on blog'/><category term='vcr'/><category term='neelo'/><category term='hair'/><category term='American Idol'/><category term='Anna Nicole Smith'/><category term='piggie gifts'/><category term='eye surgery'/><category term='complimens'/><category term='pain'/><category term='cell bling'/><category term='mom'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='ice pak'/><category term='testing'/><category term='changin tabs'/><category term='crystal light'/><title type='text'>=^..^=</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-8783873641010341832</id><published>2008-02-14T17:20:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:33:25.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yea yea</title><content type='html'>so not much to say, it's the day all us single people hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this year it didn't bother be as much as some years. I was awoken to neelo jumping of my bed, and there was a card on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;the front :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R7S_iDlIYbI/AAAAAAAAAPg/lNLSO-IUTa8/s1600-h/vdaycard2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R7S_iDlIYbI/AAAAAAAAAPg/lNLSO-IUTa8/s200/vdaycard2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166965264298303922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the inside :0)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R7S_wDlIYcI/AAAAAAAAAPo/9qubi1smbLQ/s1600-h/insidevdaycard2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R7S_wDlIYcI/AAAAAAAAAPo/9qubi1smbLQ/s200/insidevdaycard2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166965504816472514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes she signed it from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neelo                                      (the brat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R7TAjzlIYdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Jy0d8a_lZlQ/s1600-h/neelopiggiecage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R7TAjzlIYdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Jy0d8a_lZlQ/s200/neelopiggiecage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166966393874702802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chester (younger piggy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R7TBETlIYfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/4K9nKdBkxnc/s1600-h/chesterllj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R7TBETlIYfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/4K9nKdBkxnc/s200/chesterllj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166966952220451314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coco (older piggy)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R7TBYjlIYgI/AAAAAAAAAQI/6oTfgPFoTMw/s1600-h/cocoalj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R7TBYjlIYgI/AAAAAAAAAQI/6oTfgPFoTMw/s200/cocoalj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166967300112802306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 3 really are my lives, I must admit especially those 2 pigs. I hate how they seem to get such a bad name, and everyone seems to shun away from guinea pigs. My 2 just bring such a warmness to my heart and I love them so much. They are just adorable little creatures and yet they have such big personalities to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-8783873641010341832?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/8783873641010341832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=8783873641010341832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/8783873641010341832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/8783873641010341832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2008/02/yea-yea.html' title='yea yea'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R7S_iDlIYbI/AAAAAAAAAPg/lNLSO-IUTa8/s72-c/vdaycard2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-8557431412097181786</id><published>2008-02-08T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T16:58:40.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa....</title><content type='html'>Seems that I have been gone forever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok so not really, I can't say much has happened to blog about (I have an ultra exciting life...don'cha think??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got sick Superbowl Sunday, started in the morning I just thought it was a small bout with diarrheas, but soon enough I couldn't keep anything down. I was really disappointed cause my mom and I had planned on pigging out on  a good steak and a veggie tray that night while watching the game, but instead I was in bed by 7:45PM....yuckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By about late day Monday I was starting to keep things down a bit more, but really by that point had no appetite, and was still pretty tired. My energy level didn't really return till bout Wednesday, even tho I pushed myself Tuesday to at least clean the guinea pigs and take some time out to talk to them and pay them some attention, and boy they loved it running back and forth in their cages just wheeking away at me :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning we all went to see Katie, since she was off yesterday, and Carlo came in and announces to my folks, Katie and myself, that he had gotten married......(YAY!). So Katie and I thought for sure that with that we would be done with him.....not so much! I had walked over to the bar to say bye to her before we left and he grabbed me by the waist and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; asked me to call him!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeewwww!!!!! Dude, your a married man, get it together, I ain't gonna be calling no married man, it's just not worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and took the pig sheets over to the laundry bin to do some wash, and after putting it in the washer I went out to have a smoke (yes, my dirty, dirty should get rid of habit) Vinnie (my older neighbor) passed by and asked me when we were finally getting together to play some board games. He is such a nice guy, he is divorced and has 3 kids, one of which is going to Penn State College. He has been going through some really shitty times with his ex wife, from what I can tell she is a real bitch and giving him a really hard time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had asked me like a year ago if I would wanna get together and play board games  and I of course said yea, but we never did. I wouldn't mind, he is a nice guy, and I think he could use someone around before he goes nutso......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-8557431412097181786?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/8557431412097181786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=8557431412097181786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/8557431412097181786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/8557431412097181786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2008/02/whoa.html' title='whoa....'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-6903459327007645709</id><published>2008-01-31T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T16:50:40.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>I know I have been missing in action lately, I left Saturday morning and went down to Lesley's for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have a good time when I am there, and while there I have expanded my &lt;a href="http://www.danecook.com/"&gt;Dane Cook &lt;/a&gt;obsession. I think he is a great actor, but I really never paid attention to his stand up, but omg, his &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=gzLpGsoxQjY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;windextor&lt;/a&gt; part just had me in tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could figure out how to answer someone's comment on here, where they would know I answered them, I just can't figure some of the things out on here, but I do enjoy the whole blogger thing......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling better, my nose is clearing up, and I am not so dry, I have my moments though where I feel like I have either drank or eaten a whole bag of cotton balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which I need to get some water, and start dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-6903459327007645709?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6903459327007645709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=6903459327007645709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/6903459327007645709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/6903459327007645709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2008/01/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-8602568357663446241</id><published>2008-01-22T15:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:33:26.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>good god</title><content type='html'>He has load of toys to play with, but Neelo has 2 new favorite toys he absolutely loves and I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVES&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who may Neelo be for someone who is reading my blog for the 1st time&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R5ZWryCB81I/AAAAAAAAAO4/t1olEEnGuXE/s1600-h/DSCN7964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 389px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R5ZWryCB81I/AAAAAAAAAO4/t1olEEnGuXE/s320/DSCN7964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158405733364134738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little man, I got from my ex - my drunk off his ass ex - the best thing that came out of my relationship with my drunk off his ass ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my joy, he makes me laugh so much, as he is so different from the other 3 cats I have had in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I was saying he has loads of cats toys and pieces of paper he use to play with, but now the 2 new items he will play with for hours upon hours......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R5ZX1SCB83I/AAAAAAAAAPI/wYIzEnnUjcA/s1600-h/thepurse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R5ZX1SCB83I/AAAAAAAAAPI/wYIzEnnUjcA/s320/thepurse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158406996084519794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R5ZXkyCB82I/AAAAAAAAAPA/2V4XaYf5uUE/s1600-h/thehairtie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R5ZXkyCB82I/AAAAAAAAAPA/2V4XaYf5uUE/s320/thehairtie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158406712616678242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a small pink purse from a bratz doll, and a hair tie he stole from me. Yes you heard me right, my male cat likes to play with a pink purse and a hair tie......oh I'm so proud.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will carry these around the house with him wherever he goes, and loves to throw them up in the hair and try and catch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, who would have thought it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R5ZY9yCB85I/AAAAAAAAAPY/ntkXBjTSpkI/s1600-h/purseplayin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R5ZY9yCB85I/AAAAAAAAAPY/ntkXBjTSpkI/s200/purseplayin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158408241625035666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R5ZYzCCB84I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/qXDksLq1EG0/s1600-h/hairtiefreak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R5ZYzCCB84I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/qXDksLq1EG0/s200/hairtiefreak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158408056941441922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-8602568357663446241?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/8602568357663446241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=8602568357663446241&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/8602568357663446241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/8602568357663446241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-god.html' title='good god'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R5ZWryCB81I/AAAAAAAAAO4/t1olEEnGuXE/s72-c/DSCN7964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-3847794330100543463</id><published>2008-01-19T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T19:45:58.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>aaaaachoooooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Still feeling crappy, got some cheapie sinus pills from Redners, hoping if I start something like that, and don't worry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.cheatymonkey.com/"&gt;Haley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I didn't take no pills from Carlo....lol! There was no way I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I saw him this morning, he asked me if I took them, and how they helped, I was like "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;yea I took them yesterday morning, but I think right now nothing is gonna help right away, it's just gotta run it's course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;...." yea I lied sue m....lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He asked me what I was doing for the Super Bowl, I told him "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;nothing, I'm not much into football&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;" okay so I lie when I have to, get over it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He asked me over and over again to ::note-imagine an italian guy who is balding but has a long grayish ponytail, bushy eyebrows and mustache with a very thick Italian accent saying this::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;please, please give-ah me-ah call, I wanna hear-ah from-ah you-ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;." Yea, not gonna happen, I don't see how he thinks Katie or I would ever call him, I mean....Gaaah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ahhh, anyway, didn't do anything today, had a lazy day, of poppin sinus pills, gluggin orange juice, and laying around. I got to watch "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809731857/photo/970450080"&gt;Good Luck Chuck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;" good good movie, I love me some Dane Cook. Right now I think I am gonna go make me some hot decaf tea with some honey and brandy and head to bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-3847794330100543463?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3847794330100543463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=3847794330100543463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/3847794330100543463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/3847794330100543463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2008/01/aaaaachoooooo.html' title='aaaaachoooooo!'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-39666707209738776</id><published>2008-01-18T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T12:29:35.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>c'mon!!!</title><content type='html'>hot? cold? hot?? cold??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever be able to make up my mind? 1 minute I am super hot, the next I am cold, it's gettin really annoying, but I am guessing it's alright exercise to have to get up every 5 minutes to either open or close the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now the widow is wide open, and yes it is mid January and my window is WIDE open, I can feel the burn in my cheeks still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My left eye decided to be a bugger this morning around 7AM, I kept having the sensation that there was something there in it, and was rubbing and rubbing it like mad, till it felt like my eyeball was swollen, so I took out the old contact grabbed a cold compress and laid back down for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got better, but both my eyes are very dry right now. and I am in a mood, yes you heard me right I am in a mood. Carlo gave me some kind of sinus pills this morning (like I would take them) I graciously said thank you and proceeded to put them in my purse when he went back to the bar area....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me on Wednesday he was going to bring me in sinus pills, and he told Katie he was going to bring her in some lighter, he brought me pills, but forgot Katie's lighter....lucky me, he remembered me.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-39666707209738776?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/39666707209738776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=39666707209738776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/39666707209738776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/39666707209738776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2008/01/cmon.html' title='c&apos;mon!!!'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-9111493370517943206</id><published>2008-01-15T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T18:12:31.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>soon...</title><content type='html'>I think some cold or something will hit me really soon, although I am trying my damdest to stop it or at least make is not so bad. Last night I made a cup of coffee and stirred in one of those Zicam spoons into it, and gagged it down. I am thinking about contacting that company for false information, they say that your not suppose to taste that stuff, but I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up going to see Katie this morning, I wasn't sure if she was going to be there since she text me last night about her going to get her new car, but she was there. I was on edge the whole time looking out the window waiting to see if Carlo was going to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear my heart literally jumped into my mouth the minute I saw him walking up to the Diner, and I know it seems mean, but I quick pulled my purse up onto the booth seat next to me, hoping it would stop him from sitting next to me. He walked right past me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got excited and I felt an air of calm come over me....I soaked in that calmness took a big gulp of coffee, then almost choked on it, when I felt someone tug on my hair only to know all to well who it was.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GGGRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat down next to us, and for the next 10minuts I sat praying, just wishing he would go back to the bar and finish his coffee, he didn't see us when he came in, he claimed. Argh, it must have been my father's big mouth taking to "P" that made Carlo realize we were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't stay with us long (although it feels like 4eva!) but just the time he is there he is always tapping me, or messing with me in some way that just annoys me, and I can feel him looking right through me (kind of like how Lesley's brother does) the whole time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally came home I watched &lt;a href="http://www.aetv.com/intervention/int_episode_guide.jsp?episode=201536"&gt;Intervention&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.aetv.com/paranormal-state/"&gt;Paranormal State&lt;/a&gt; from last night, I am convinced that they are now my 2 favorite shows on tv. Although American Idol starts tonight and Big Brother starts next month, then of course there is the Biggest Loser.....alright so I have quite the list of favorite shows, but those 2 are at the tip top of my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom gave me some Coricidin pills for cold/flu and by the time Paranormal was over I couldn't keep my eyes open, and ended up fallin asleep for 2hrs, I am hoping it was the pills anyway, I think I am going to try taking to a ½ before Biggest Loser is over and hope they will help me sleep better tonight, then I have slept in the past 2 nights....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-9111493370517943206?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/9111493370517943206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=9111493370517943206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/9111493370517943206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/9111493370517943206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2008/01/soon.html' title='soon...'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-1863910002863635024</id><published>2008-01-14T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:33:35.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>aargh!</title><content type='html'>The pressure in my eye is just killing me, took a tylenol sinus pill....waiting for it to kick in...please kick in soon......oh god please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went and saw Katie this morning at the Top, no Carlo, so I was able to enjoy it without the pressure and crap. Katie was like ultra talkative today, then again she is normally like that when she doesn't see us even for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get to talk to her a lil bit via text messaging last night after the Cowboys fumble their playoff game, she was none to happy about that...lol, poor Katie Kat =^..^=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else to say, it was one of those sleepless nights last night added with me feeling like crap I think I am gonna go grab some orange juice and lay down a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-1863910002863635024?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1863910002863635024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=1863910002863635024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/1863910002863635024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/1863910002863635024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2008/01/aargh.html' title='aargh!'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-6078340555281037075</id><published>2008-01-13T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:27:08.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>for the love of brady</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The dimple-chinned quarterback with the winning smile took the snap -- after faking as if the ball had gone directly to running back &lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/nfl/players/4695/;_ylt=AgXQRMxCY0qfoaeXQBvYOKcisLYF"&gt;Kevin Faulk&lt;/a&gt; -- and threw the go-ahead touchdown pass in the &lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/nfl/teams/nwe/;_ylt=Ar9EaAxYyXU7JjSrtGbshPQisLYF"&gt;New England Patriots&lt;/a&gt;' 31-20 win over the &lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/nfl/teams/jac/;_ylt=AmTOGPoXQW7VFf6aY9EOVCEisLYF"&gt;Jacksonville Jaguars&lt;/a&gt; on Saturday night.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was just one of his 26 completions in 28 attempts, an NFL record 92.9 percent for regular-season and playoff games.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm looking for my Academy Award on that play," said Brady, already named the MVP and offensive player of the year. "They bit on the run pretty good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;He aggravates me to know end, yea, alright he a......ugh, I can go as far as 'decent' (and using that loosely) looking guy, and yes he is a hell of a player, but man his attitude makes me just wanna puke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I highly doubt the academy is going to evah think bout slinging an award to some loose dick quarterback.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akright so that may be a lil on the mean side, everyone knows I don't like Brady (or the Pats after how they treated Drew Bledsoe). I did watch some of the game tho, being that my mother likes him and she likes to watch games with me, so I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to make some fun of both 'fugly boy' and herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very lucky she has the same sense of humor as I do, so it can get pretty wacky with the 2 of us....lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-6078340555281037075?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6078340555281037075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=6078340555281037075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/6078340555281037075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/6078340555281037075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-love-of-brady.html' title='for the love of brady'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-6750051053939152014</id><published>2008-01-12T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:33:27.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>why? OH WHY?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Why is it, when I find something I really enjoy something or someone has to come along and ruin it? Going to the Top was something I always enjoyed, to be able to relax, have a good breakfast, chill with the folks and be goofy with Katie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Now enter Carlo....ugh, this ultra annoying, touchy feely, creepy old italian guy. He was always annoying, he use to follow Katie around like mad, in fact I think that is how he came to annoy me. He would get so jealous with how she would sit with us and hang with us, that he would start to come over to us and joke with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;He somehow found out he and I have the same birthday (big fucking deal) and since then he has been up my ass. Asking me for my cell phone number, now yesterday he took it upon himself to give me his number and told me to call him.....yea, not so much!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Katie is at the bar during the weekend, so we were sittin there this morning, and he came up and had his hands on my hips and he was talking to me, and I was just gettin more annoyed by the second. I mean dammitt, he is making it that I don't wanna go there anymore, and it really pisses me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Anyway, so I received a lost Christmas present, seems my mom bought it for me, put it in the back of her closet and my dad put something on top of it, and she forgot about it....I love it, it's sooo me! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R4kD-CCB8wI/AAAAAAAAAOA/UdfCv-lej9I/s1600-h/naughtypillow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R4kD-CCB8wI/AAAAAAAAAOA/UdfCv-lej9I/s200/naughtypillow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154655612734403330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Off to make some lunch :-)&lt;/span&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/5312790503427455183-6750051053939152014?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6750051053939152014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=6750051053939152014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/6750051053939152014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/6750051053939152014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-oh-why.html' title='why? OH WHY?!?!?'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R4kD-CCB8wI/AAAAAAAAAOA/UdfCv-lej9I/s72-c/naughtypillow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-3577667623774731503</id><published>2008-01-10T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:33:27.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>home....</title><content type='html'>So, yea, I am back home from Lesley's and so far things are going pretty good. My mom and I are getting&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/DSCN7914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R4aplCCB8rI/AAAAAAAAANI/RmeI5x3p7g0/s200/chessiedish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153993277237752498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; along just fine, and my dad.....well he's being his cranky, mean self. The animals are happy to see me, Chester was sooo happy he kept standing in the food dish while I was trying to put my things away. I would stop every now and again to pet him and continuously talked to them both the whole time. Coco didn't really make that big of a deal, but I knew he was happy to have me home, it's the one time he let's me really pet him without running away and makin the whole "Macho Coco" scene and acting like he doesn't like or need the attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told Neelo was a 'bugger' while I was gone crying every morning a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/DSCN7929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R4aqZiCB8sI/AAAAAAAAANQ/WCw-6ME5njY/s200/neelohairtie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153994179180884674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t 2:30AM and waking everyone up again at 6:00AM. He didn't do that this morning, in fact after going to bed at 10:30PM last night I slept till 8:45AM this morning. I needed the sleep and if felt good to be able to sleep in. Neelo for the past hour has been playing with 2 hair ties of mine he conveniently knocked off the sink, he will throw them around for hours and hours.  I love watching him play, but I realize after being down with Lesley and having their puppy around, I really do miss having an animal to snuggle with, and Neelo just isn't a snuggler, he is so independent and hates to snuggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/DSCN7917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R4ar1iCB8tI/AAAAAAAAANY/sWBaI9Lvbtk/s200/healthydinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153995759728849618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 2 and being home and day 2 I have done good food wise, we had gong on a tv dinner splurge a lil while ago, and I think I remember how much I&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/DSCN7918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 115px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R4atEyCB8uI/AAAAAAAAANg/LucSYAONxfQ/s200/treehill4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153997121233482466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; like frozen dinners. Not only do they taste good, but they are quick and easy. I have this new Kraft Tuscan Italian dressing and omg I love it. The pic to the left is a Healthy choice Chicken Marsala steamer and a salad with croutons honey smoked turkey and that awesome dressing. It was a great dinner and very filling. I got some crackers I can munch on for a snack and these new Entanman's Little bites 100 calorie cookies and creme snacks to munch on at night while tv chillin ;) Well I am off to continue season 4, man it just gets better and better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-3577667623774731503?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3577667623774731503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=3577667623774731503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/3577667623774731503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/3577667623774731503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2008/01/home.html' title='home....'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R4aplCCB8rI/AAAAAAAAANI/RmeI5x3p7g0/s72-c/chessiedish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-428382336478617448</id><published>2008-01-01T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:33:28.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>Dear Flow :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for starting my New Year off with a bang! I am so glad you decided to visit me today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my new years eve was just like any other night, it was actually kind of nice, Russ came down to visit us and had some coffee, then I retreated to my room with my dinner of mussels and shrimp cocktail ( and my drinkie of course) and continued my &lt;a href="http://www.aetv.com/intervention/int_episode_guide.jsp?episode=201536"&gt;Intervention&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://www.aetv.com/paranormal-state/"&gt;Paranormal State&lt;/a&gt; marathon. This was the 1st time I have seen &lt;a href="http://www.aetv.com/paranormal-state/"&gt;Paranormal State&lt;/a&gt; and I LOVE it! There aren't many things that really spook me out, and I will be honest, this show really had me freaked afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final note :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R3q_giCB8oI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9LqlrtW0gaI/s1600-h/dimlarry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R3q_giCB8oI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9LqlrtW0gaI/s200/dimlarry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150639689463624322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday Baby girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, and miss you with all my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really hit me hard this year, I have cried&lt;br /&gt;much more this year then the past 2 yrs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-428382336478617448?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/428382336478617448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=428382336478617448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/428382336478617448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/428382336478617448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R3q_giCB8oI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9LqlrtW0gaI/s72-c/dimlarry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-294060980381947114</id><published>2007-12-27T12:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:33:31.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>finally over :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/piggiegifrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R3PgfyCB8cI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bZun6g9dHrU/s200/piggiegiftsSMALL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148705635625464258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I had a nice Christmas, it was kind of boring, more like just &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/neelogifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R3PgyCCB8dI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xKfOffKupQg/s200/neelogiftsSMALL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148705949158076882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;any other regular day. It was more about the animals, watching them with their gifts was so much fun, they really enjoyed everything they got. The piggies really went to town on their new Chew Tubes and Neelo just loved all his catnip toys. He was &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/neelogifts2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R3PhBSCB8eI/AAAAAAAAAKE/iHYC3nOablU/s200/neelogifts2SMALL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148706211151081954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;throwin them around all day. We weren't going to go out, with the fact that there aren't really many places open besides the Bethlehem Diner, and their prices are outrageous on Holidays, but my mom decided to go there anyway knowing it was a place that I can smoke and be warm, so that was really cool. We came home gave the animals their gifts, and&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/snowmanglobe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R3Ph1CCB8fI/AAAAAAAAAKM/MCXyVmkx35Y/s200/snowmanglobeSMALL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148707100209312242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was surprised by 3 gifts of my own. I had told them not to get me anything but &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/COOLsnowma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R3Ph8yCB8gI/AAAAAAAAAKU/sB9gX3issqk/s200/COOLsnowmaSMALL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148707233353298434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they didn't listen. The small globe is actually an ornament you can plug into lights and it will light up, but being we don't do real trees anymore we can't do it, but it's still cute anyway. The other  snowman is prolly my fav gift eva! you turn it on and glitter starts to whirl around and he turns colors like blue, gree, and red and with the effect of the colors some of the glitter actually looks like they are exploding like fire works! It's amazing, and really cool at night, it makes an effect on my ceiling like a disco ball :0). The other gift was a dancing penguin dressed up as a rapper and he plays "Ice Ice Baby" (of course!). My mom and I then put the ham in, and went up to watch this really funny comedian &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/xmasdinner2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R3PjgCCB8hI/AAAAAAAAAKc/odF14jzn8rU/s200/xmasdinner2007SMALL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148708938455314962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jeffdunham.com/"&gt;Jeff Dunham&lt;/a&gt; then we watched the "Polar Express". By the time that was over dinner was done! Oh it was sooo good this year, we put a few slices of garlic into the ham and even tho you really couldn't taste it (very small pieces) it just seemed to make the ham very juicy and hmm hmm good!! We all seemed to eat a little bit more this year...lol! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/colDdrink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R3Pk1iCB8iI/AAAAAAAAAKk/NGOb_PSdLBA/s200/colDdrinkSMALL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148710407334130210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that my mom and I decided to go do some wash while no one was there (told ya it was more like a regular day..lol) and was just chatted and joked around. It was nice I think this was the 1st Christmas where her and I really spent time together, we normally all just go our separate ways. After that it was getting late so I just kind of chilled then we got our drink and watched "Deal or No Deal" and of course pigged out on some more Christmas Ham honey butter biscuits and black bottom cupcakes and mini cheesecakes :):):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's doesn't do the snowman justice but at&lt;br /&gt;least you can an idea of how cool ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2e29e287e35fd4ae" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2e29e287e35fd4ae%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331402682%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D479D224807591B9330B0F019267DB784E69A275A.786AA5001D9ED9F55D6DE0D6B7AEA73D0A62F8B7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2e29e287e35fd4ae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dk1pW6oBsyVzkPbrVqPmxXzoHkTo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2e29e287e35fd4ae%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331402682%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D479D224807591B9330B0F019267DB784E69A275A.786AA5001D9ED9F55D6DE0D6B7AEA73D0A62F8B7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2e29e287e35fd4ae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dk1pW6oBsyVzkPbrVqPmxXzoHkTo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-294060980381947114?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2e29e287e35fd4ae&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/294060980381947114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=294060980381947114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/294060980381947114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/294060980381947114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2007/12/finally-over.html' title='finally over :)'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R3PgfyCB8cI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bZun6g9dHrU/s72-c/piggiegiftsSMALL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-128353792529240570</id><published>2007-12-24T13:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:33:33.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas.....for realz?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/cakepanBIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R2__FSCB8WI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZOPDTjQamIo/s200/cakepansmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147613365312549218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so I ventured a bit and tried to make the cake for the girls at the Top, and lo and behold......the 1st attempt........failed big time. I did exactly what they told me to do in filling the mold. However it overflowed and was a mess, I thought&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/snopanBIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R2_5ZSCB8SI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TNx1epHj7h8/s200/snopansmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147607111840166178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tho that I would be able to salvage it, but not so much. It just would not come out of the pan for anything, but I did not give up, I tried again the next day with different results thanks to 1) not filling it up as much as they said to, and 2) having a better spray. They didn't over flow and came out as easy as....cake?..lol! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/cakeBIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R2_7bCCB8TI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Pcj09j-9roo/s200/cakesmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147609340928192818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was ecstatic it finally worked, and that I was gonna have the chance to decorate it and whatnot. I was kind of nervous about decorating it as I was using a piping bag and I had never used one before. I was &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/snowmanBIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R2_74iCB8UI/AAAAAAAAAI0/1BEcpMbj7BE/s200/snowmansmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147609847734333762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;looking forward to tryin tho, I always like to try new things. We also go this new pastel food coloring so I decided to make it a snowoman since there are more girls working there. It came out pretty cute I think for my 1st time working a piping bag. (you can click the images to enlarge) It was a hit tho, was gone before we even left the place and everyone that had some came up and thanked me and told me it was very good. It made me feel good they enjoyed it and that is made no one sick, well that I know of, maybe it hit them later....lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/neelomugBIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R2_-yCCB8VI/AAAAAAAAAI8/PduaTs8QSQc/s200/neelomugsmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147613034600067410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t a cute mug from the Top for Christmas, so now I &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/drinkBIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R3AACiCB8XI/AAAAAAAAAJM/I8v1xNPX5Po/s200/drinksmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147614417579536754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;have a lil reminder of all the wonderful smiling ppl there on the days we can't make it....lol. I don't expect much to happen on Christmas being as it's just my mom, dad and I....well plus the animals. Not to mention my being out of work, I couldn't get my folks anything, and I don't expect anything from them, hell just having my mom to be able to see it a gift alone, let alone being home for the Holidays. We got Neelo a stocking, a snowman catnip toy, and some treats. We got the pigs both new Chew tubes, a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/neelodrinkBIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R3ABlSCB8aI/AAAAAAAAAJk/f9AveKLjwm0/s200/neelodrinksmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147616114091618722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pack of popcorn sticks and a bag of hay cubes, so it'll be nice to give the babes their gifts. My mom surprised me and bought a case of wine coolers for Christmas and New Years, so that is pretty cool, and it'll go along well with the shrimp and mussels...yuuum. Neelo of course had to be into everything as you can see, he is just a nosey boy. Well I must head off to clean and shower up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-128353792529240570?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/128353792529240570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=128353792529240570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/128353792529240570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/128353792529240570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmasfor-realz.html' title='Christmas.....for realz?'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R2__FSCB8WI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZOPDTjQamIo/s72-c/cakepansmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-1068339051564922853</id><published>2007-12-17T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T22:18:43.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>erm.....really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{Edit} &lt;/span&gt;-10:14PM ~ seems I am making some snowman cupcakes tomorrow for the lady's at the top - alright so I am doin a trial  run first &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{/Edit}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't gotten around to workin on my shuffle, and of course now my mom is talking bout starting to bake soon....aahhhh!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am gonna make it my priority tomorrow to sit down and work on it. I am getting to the point where I dread having to plug it in. Not to mention now I am having problems with my yahoo, for some reason it just keeps giving me an error report and shutting down.....grrrr, I think my computer is going on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything else seems ok, I am on imvu now talkin to a sweetheart from New York...lil to close, but what'cha gonna do when your attention starved.....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the Dolphins FINALLY won their 1st game, I am so happy, I was running around the house screaming and hugging my mom! Katie was texting me too....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a funny day, and a good one nonetheless, come to think of it, I don't believe there was much if any arguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Katie is wearing her Elf costume tomorrow, I think I will take the reindeer headband my mom bought me just in case....lol. This should be a sight, I know I wanna take my camera either way so I can get a pic of her in her elf costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to remember to change the battery...oookay, so I think I am gonna go do that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right &lt;/span&gt;now...lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-1068339051564922853?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1068339051564922853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=1068339051564922853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/1068339051564922853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/1068339051564922853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2007/12/ermreally.html' title='erm.....really?'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-6652199087268569488</id><published>2007-12-14T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T12:56:02.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the joys...</title><content type='html'>Everything is still pretty much the same, the only thing that has changed is the day. We had a nice icy day yesterday, now on a normal icy day if I had to work my dad would have bitched, but no yesterday with the fact we didn't have to go out, he wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up over at the Bethlehem Diner for breakfast, man are they overpriced. It was sooo not worth the money my mom had to pay. We then came home and did nothing, it was just a nice day to chill and be lazy. After a while my dad went out and shoveled, I pushed myself and went out and helped him for a while, it felt good to get out and do something, although I felt it this morning..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still having probs with my shuffle, I think once my mom comes home, and I do her drops, and we do out tickets I am gonna have to erase all the songs and add them back, which is gonna really suck major ass....talk about a long project....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-6652199087268569488?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6652199087268569488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=6652199087268569488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/6652199087268569488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/6652199087268569488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-joys.html' title='oh the joys...'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-2636809147676568249</id><published>2007-12-11T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:33:34.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lotta crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R18ZcZ2msvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MR_xHugvkSU/s1600-h/confused.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R18ZcZ2msvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MR_xHugvkSU/s200/confused.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142857275247342322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....yep, this is my current mood, and has been for the past few days. It started the day before Thanksgiving, but I was able to shake that off.  That was the day that "J" IM'ed for the first time since late summer I think. I talked to him for a couple of minutes and just let it go. Well this past Sunday I had yet another blast from the past. Kami clled me, I didn't answer, she did leave a message, but I haven't called her. I don't know if I wanna go there or not. I mean I haven't talked to her since she stopped going to the club, one she became pregnant. I even gave her a call and left her a message sometime during the summer, but nothing, but now all of a sudden this close to Christmas, she is going to call me out of the blue and start trying to be all chummy chummy with me. I even got a Christmas card from her, with a pic of the kids.....ooooohh lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I am all curled up in my mom's bed gettin ready to watch intervention when my phone rang, I didn't recognize the number so I didn't pick up. I was thinking it was some wrong number. Well nope, it wasn't it, was.......Joel.....oh yay, let's make it more interesting. I can say I have no desire to see or talk to him right now, I just think it would be easier for me to just walk away from that whole situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you say LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DerekDriven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R18jo52msyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/wf7lXM9yFeg/s200/DerekDriven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142868485111984930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It smells soooo goood! It's in the new Avon catalog (u can click the pic to take u there), I saw it when we were at the Wies store on Crawford street, and have been sniffing it since I got it, well I will admit that when we went today I picked up another book and my mom picked me up to more books ( u kno for when the smell goes away from my current book....lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R18k2J2ms0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/RsRpikpNnB0/s1600-h/Photo-00072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R18k2J2ms0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/RsRpikpNnB0/s200/Photo-00072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142869812256879426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; folks and I have been playin the hell out of these lucky 7 bingo scratch off tickets the past 2 days, in fact mom won $30.00 yesterday and today my dad won a whopping 2bucks and we both won a free ticket, good times I tell ya, good times! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm off, I need to make some coffee and grab another vitamin water....another one of my latest obsession.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-2636809147676568249?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/2636809147676568249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=2636809147676568249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/2636809147676568249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/2636809147676568249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2007/12/lotta-crap.html' title='lotta crap'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R18ZcZ2msvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MR_xHugvkSU/s72-c/confused.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-6148016867586638559</id><published>2007-12-09T11:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:33:34.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yet another day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R1wSXhgPQsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Dl3pX8TQUxk/s1600-h/annoyed.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R1wSXhgPQsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Dl3pX8TQUxk/s200/annoyed.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142005069890142914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaahhhh, I am so annoyed this morning I can't wait for this football season to be done and over with I am so done with hearing and seeing &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R1wTXhgPQuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/vNIO60Eb_N8/s1600-h/Image2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R1wTXhgPQuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/vNIO60Eb_N8/s200/Image2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142006169401770722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;things like this:&lt;br /&gt;Yes the Miami Dolphins are the worst team ever, and they have been for the past few years, and Yes the Miami Dolphins just happen to be my favorite NFL team and have been for 14yrs now. I have never seen them this bad and I do fear them going 0-16 this season, but you know what they will still be my favorite football team and I will continue to back them no matter what. Although I haven't once worn my jacket or sweatshirt outside yet.....lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Thursday went well, my mom did good with her surgery although all in all it was a rough day for both her and I. She once again had a headache after the surgery and I must have been feeling the pain for her, cuz man I wasn't feelin good either. I was fine when I first woke up, but just after they took her back, I just had one hell of a headache. It hurt right behind my eyes and was making me sick to my stomach. Right after she came out we went to the Top for lunch and I just thought I was going to be sick and the wrap I had didn't help the matter, I was tasting the grease the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home afterwards and I laid right down and fell asleep, I think I slept from 2-4PM at least. I still wasn't feel great after I woke up either, but I put in her eye drops, made dinner for my mom and I, then a little later on I made some coffee, and must admit I felt better after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom still can't see much out of her right eye, but that is to be expected, I think it'll take a week to 2 weeks till the swelling goes down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-6148016867586638559?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6148016867586638559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=6148016867586638559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/6148016867586638559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/6148016867586638559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2007/12/yet-another-day.html' title='yet another day'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R1wSXhgPQsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Dl3pX8TQUxk/s72-c/annoyed.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-1788105537877548575</id><published>2007-12-06T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T10:04:12.591-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye surgery'/><title type='text'>it's the day</title><content type='html'>so my mom has her surgery for her second eye today, none of us are really nervous, we all know what to expect since she has had it done already. I know I am more excited then anything, her eyes will be balanced out and she should be able to see really well now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I really think about it, it may not be a really good thing for her to be able to see well, cuz she is really on everyone about a lot of things now.....lol! Okay so I  joke about it not being a good thing, when it really does bring me to tears to see how happy she is when she can do things like her bills, look at an ad that comes in the paper, do her crossword puzzles....among many other things she couldn't do before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish the whole thing was over tho, it's 10:00am and I have not had ONE drop of coffee yet, and it's killing me, not to mention the whole having to sit in that office sucks ass....Grr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-1788105537877548575?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1788105537877548575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=1788105537877548575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/1788105537877548575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/1788105537877548575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-day.html' title='it&apos;s the day'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-170068459497221740</id><published>2007-12-05T17:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:33:35.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R1chYRgPQrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/e_weGqKlVo4/s1600-h/phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R1chYRgPQrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/e_weGqKlVo4/s200/phone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140614200565908146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got my new phone in the mail, I am so excited!!! I just put my order for it in on Monday, so you can imagine my surprise when I opened the door to go do my comforter and there it was in the door waiting for me!!! I still have my old voice mails in there and my 3 saved texts are still there. The only thing I seemed to have lost is all my ring tones, and be known that alone bugs me. Oh well nothing I can do, I knew it was gonna happen, I am happy with it tho, I really like it. I do miss my old phone, I mean god knows I have had it long enough, that I have like made some weird bond to it. I am sure tho with time I will do that with this one too.  It's something different, and different is always good :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-170068459497221740?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/170068459497221740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=170068459497221740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/170068459497221740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/170068459497221740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-boy.html' title='Oh boy!'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/R1chYRgPQrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/e_weGqKlVo4/s72-c/phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-4553637156932310381</id><published>2007-12-04T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T22:18:53.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>grrr.....</title><content type='html'>for the love of Nicole going home on the Biggest Loser tonight, Neil better step his ass up next week so he can at least make it into the finale or I will be mega pissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to laugh tho when Bob got into Nicole's bed and she was all like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bob what are you doing in my bed&lt;/span&gt;?" I was sittin on my bed yelling "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What are you doing asking him why he's in your bed, just freakin take advantage of the situation&lt;/span&gt;!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaking people, I would never ask Bob why he's in my bed I would ask him what took him so long to get there in the first place ;0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday Tip : Never give a crazy person a candy cane.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-4553637156932310381?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/4553637156932310381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=4553637156932310381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/4553637156932310381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/4553637156932310381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2007/12/grrr.html' title='grrr.....'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-1468150336975928381</id><published>2007-12-04T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T19:55:19.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not surprising......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I was suppose to get an IM or something from T-mobile to let me know about my upgrade and whatnot, but nothing I didn't get a damned thing from them yet. I guess in the long run I shouldn't be surprised seeing as we went up there to put$30.00 on my account and I Couldn't even do that as they were inundated with the bad weather and systems were down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just hoping my process did go thru, I just try to call the 611 on my phone but I get a message saying they couldn't take my call and then it was disconnected....lovely. I think I will try to call again tomorrow, I don't know if it's their system or my phone acting screwy again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-1468150336975928381?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1468150336975928381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=1468150336975928381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/1468150336975928381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/1468150336975928381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2007/12/not-surprising.html' title='not surprising......'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-3128340152942543686</id><published>2007-12-03T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T10:13:08.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>obessesion much</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;it seems as if I have acquired a few new obsessions lately.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sara Lee Blueberry crumble bread&lt;/span&gt; - not to sweet, but sweet enough for me, not to mention the blueberry taste in every bite &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;quivers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&gt; yuuuuum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Coffee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;- Okay, so this isn't a new obsessions, but it's a growing one, I think I have made coffee almost every night for the past week. It's like by 6:30PM I am starting to crave it again. Luckily enough my mom has been having some with me every night so I am not alone and I now of a lot of ppl who have coffee after dinner as well so I know there isn't anything wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Frothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; - It's like ever since I have found my frother in the back of the one cabinet I can't have a cup of coffee at home without some frothy goodness. Sprinkled with a little bit of sugar/cinnamon mixture it's the perfect combo for a good cup of joe at home ;0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;yahoo messenger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;- not really the messenger part so much, as the hip hop station on yahoo music LAUNCHcast. I am constantly playin it, they have some awesome music on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I am not obsessed with is my cell phone right now, it's given me nothing but problems, I am lucky I have the BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST mom EVA EVA EVA EVA EVA EVA EVA EVA!!!!!!!!!! She let  me upgrade my phone I should get in within the next week or so, I just hope I picked the right one, it seems cool, but lord knows I really came attached to this phone in the time I've had it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-3128340152942543686?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3128340152942543686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=3128340152942543686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/3128340152942543686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/3128340152942543686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2007/12/obessesion-much.html' title='obessesion much'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-2248758904347172842</id><published>2007-11-07T18:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:33:35.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what.....the.....hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.punkymoods.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/RzJKcG6II_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/5DcB0gD9vmA/s200/confused.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130244772279624690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yea, that is me, for more reasons then one.....One this is, I am tired of going to bed around 11:30PM then waking up anywhere between 4AM and 5AM, sometimes staying awake for the duration, then other times falling back to sleep between 6AM and 6:30AM and sleeping till  bout 8AM or 8:30AM&lt;/span&gt;. I just wish I could get back into the routine of going to sleep at a "normal" hour and waking up between 7AM and 8AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I heard back from "D", seems there is a reason we haven't talked for a while, some things have been keeping him away from me. There were 2 small tid bits he did tell me. 1) he's been divorced not just once, but twice - ok now am I suppose to hate him for that?  Stop talking to him for that? I mean everyone makes bad choices in life right? Not every decision we make is going to be right for us right? I can't hate him for that, do I wish he would have told me that in the beginning.....sure, but I surely can't discard him out of my life for it either.....or should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing he left out was a bit bigger then the first one 2) he has a 2yr old little girl, yep he's a daddy....told you it was a bit bigger then the 1st bomb.&lt;br /&gt;I should hate him for not telling me that right? Funny thing is, I don't hate him, I can't stop talking to him because of it either. Don't get me wrong I am upset he didn't tell me in the beginning, I knew all along tho, he didn't really like talking about his "deep" personal shit, but damn, to drop something like this on a person all of a sudden.....it sucks. He no matter what continues to be in her life somehow and is paying her mother all kinds of money which is a good thing, he doesn't see her as some kind of 'bill' in his life, and he by no means seems to be acting as if she doesn't even exist which is really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made mention of me coming to visit him next year in Michigan when he is home on leave....not sure yet, that's is sooo on the back burner right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-2248758904347172842?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/2248758904347172842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=2248758904347172842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/2248758904347172842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/2248758904347172842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2007/11/whatthehell.html' title='what.....the.....hell'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/RzJKcG6II_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/5DcB0gD9vmA/s72-c/confused.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-4145124372206551566</id><published>2007-11-05T21:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:33:35.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.punkymoods.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/Ry_Xtm6II-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/7d8m6gf5Li4/s200/sleepy.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129555679136719842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;long time no blog, but I thought I would give it another chance, not that once again I have much of importance to blog about. I do however feel like I am slowly going out of my mind. It's hard with my parents, being around my dad so much I feel like now I know where I get my 'no common sense having" I love him to death but he's not the smartest person around and I know I'm not as well. I can admit that. I however feel I have a little more smarts then him, then again he is 73 years old and he could be losing it a bit. My mom on the other hand is hard to be around as well, she is just so negative and it really can suck the life out of a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean don't get me wrong she has been through a lot being so sick and in the amount of pain she is in. Of course now with her eyesight and going through the surgery and whatnot it's a lot for a person to go through.  She just thinks it should have worked instantaneously and nothing works that way. God love her she is trying though, but it's been rough, right now she is so dependent on me cuz she is afraid to go to my dad with how he snaps at the littlest thing so it's rough, but it's ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-4145124372206551566?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/4145124372206551566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=4145124372206551566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/4145124372206551566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/4145124372206551566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2007/11/another-shot.html' title='another shot'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/Ry_Xtm6II-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/7d8m6gf5Li4/s72-c/sleepy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-5592641515316958249</id><published>2007-02-23T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:33:35.901-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toyger cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><title type='text'>boy o boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.punkymoods.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/Rd9HSi_g4OI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ttg-hC1saus/s200/tired.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034821292379922658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;You could actually add starving to that as well, as I have not eaten or had the time to eat anything since about 9AM this morning, but tired is the key feeling here. I have a couple of thing I should do, I really should Change the piggers, run the vacuum, wrap Kaylie's gift, but I think I am just gonna take a 20min nap, then do that afterwards. I had a really bad night last night, and was up around 1:30Am with really bad diarrhea and after many trips to the potty waking the whole family and aggravating &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/DSCN5068.jpg"&gt;Neelo&lt;/a&gt; (didn't feel bad, he needs a new place to sleep then the bathroom with his head under the radiator) I finally was done and falling asleep about 4AM. Hell I didn't even get to sleep till after midnight, so I am running on empty right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;So my dad handed me this magazine this morning when I got downstairs and on the front cover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/raideradultkit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 70px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/Rd9LZC_g4QI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Tw1-Kp8x3T4/s200/Image2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034825802095583490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;this amazingly beautiful cat. I guess this is a very rare breed that is being introduced into the world. They are called "Toyer". They are a breed of course that looks very much like a tiger, and are just gorgeous.  They said something in there as well about a bengal type house cat as well who looked just as stunning. The picture was smaller so I couldn't really see the features on that on as well. I keep telling &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/DSCN5068.jpg"&gt;Neelo&lt;/a&gt; I am gonna trade him in for one of these 'designer kitties", yea that's just what they are right now, they are just the 'cool' thing to have. Hell I couldn't even afford one strand of fur, they go for like $3,500 and once in a while one will go for around $550.00-$600.00 (you know for those 'privileged people). Uuuummm yea, I liked the 4 I have had, they were all free.......lmao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-5592641515316958249?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/5592641515316958249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=5592641515316958249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/5592641515316958249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/5592641515316958249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2007/02/bo-o-boy.html' title='boy o boy'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/Rd9HSi_g4OI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ttg-hC1saus/s72-c/tired.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-4776607170079615698</id><published>2007-02-22T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:33:36.166-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvd recorder'/><title type='text'>yay me!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.punkymoods.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/Rd5Xyy_g4NI/AAAAAAAAAEs/C8y-JrHdaQc/s200/elated.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034557963640037586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so proud of myself, I accomplished something I didn't think I would, and that would be I hooked up my dvd recorder all by my little self. It might have taken my forever, but I got it nonetheless. Now the fun part of learning how to work it comes up. I  did actually  use it and set the timer and taped "Survivor", but now it's how to overwrite things and this and that.  I have time and time is what I need, I am sure that with some practice and of course looking over the instructions I will have it down within no time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Idol thought :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little shocked at the eliminations, I thought for sure &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/contestants/season6/antonella_barba/"&gt;Antonella Barba&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/contestants/season6/alaina_alexander/"&gt;Aliana Alexaner&lt;/a&gt; should have gone home for the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the boys, they had it right with &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/contestants/season6/rudy_cardenas/"&gt;Rudy Cardenas&lt;/a&gt;, but it should have been &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/contestants/season6/sanjaya_malakar/"&gt;Sanjaya Malakar&lt;/a&gt; not &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/contestants/season6/paul_kim/"&gt;Paul Kim&lt;/a&gt;. Oh well my boy &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/contestants/season6/chris_richardson/"&gt;Chris Richardson&lt;/a&gt; is safe so that is all that matters right now....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I am off to finish my hair, and head to bed, I am beat after wrestling with this recorder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-4776607170079615698?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/4776607170079615698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=4776607170079615698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/4776607170079615698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/4776607170079615698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2007/02/yay-me.html' title='yay me!!!!!'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/Rd5Xyy_g4NI/AAAAAAAAAEs/C8y-JrHdaQc/s72-c/elated.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-4898019759349015711</id><published>2007-02-22T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:33:36.305-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neelo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvd recorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vcr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niko'/><title type='text'>finally an update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.punkymoods.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/Rd3aRC_g4MI/AAAAAAAAAEc/NdQyNwTSUNo/s200/frustrated.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034419944865980610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tuesday I was mega annoyed with my VCR as it took my almost and hour to rewind my tape with what I only had 2 hrs of shows taped on. I think my VCR has seen better days. Needless to say I spend a majority of the day cursing it up left and right. I gave up and took the tape over to my mother and asked her to finally do it for me so I could watch "&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Heroes/"&gt;Heroes&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.  So Yesterday we went to Wal-Mart for some small shit and they surprised me with a brand new &lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.do?product_id=4810683"&gt;DVD Recorder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, now it's just to get this damned thing hooked up. I am gonna go and work on it after this, I am itching to use it. I of have to do it without burning the house down or ruining my t.v. LOL! I have wanted one for the longest time even tho I really know nothing about them....lol!  I know it's not the best thing out there on the market, but hey I could have gotten a new VCR for like 30 bucks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after so many months someone else said what I was thinking....&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/neelobeelo.jpg"&gt;Neelo &lt;/a&gt;is lonely. I think it is really hitting him him without having another cat to play with. My father said it last night when &lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/neelobeelo.jpg"&gt;Neelo &lt;/a&gt;was walking around the house like he had nothing to do. I mean this cat has  so many toys laying ar0und the house, his tubes, his little jungle gym, and he was just walking around the place like he just lost his best friend.  Dammit &lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/nikocutieboy.jpg"&gt;Niko&lt;/a&gt;, why did you have to leave us, we had the perfect little family with you and &lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/neelobeelo.jpg"&gt;Neelo &lt;/a&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-4898019759349015711?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/4898019759349015711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=4898019759349015711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/4898019759349015711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/4898019759349015711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2007/02/finally-update.html' title='finally an update!'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/Rd3aRC_g4MI/AAAAAAAAAEc/NdQyNwTSUNo/s72-c/frustrated.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-8226405613635942643</id><published>2007-02-16T18:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:33:36.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaawwww :0)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.punkymoods.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/RdZFIy_g4JI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qcn1UPgf_Ws/s200/loved.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032285651062546578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I had a good day, the folks and I went out to breakfast, to visit Helen. She loves to see us, we have to have our "American Idol Conversation. After that we headed up to Wal-Mart in Alle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/leo2007BIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/RdZF6y_g4KI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bVSdbc-QEtM/s200/leo2007small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032286510056005794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;ntown....I hate that place! I would much rather go to the SWM or the one on 191.   After I finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt; got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; them to get me out of there, my mom surprised me and took me to The Hallmark store where she bought me Leonardo. I fell in love with him from the first time I saw him in the commercial. I love his french accent and how realistic he looks when his tail moves. He is probably the neatest thing. I just love his witty little lines. Even Neelo seems to like  him, although he is more interested in attacking his tail with each movement.....lol!!! I think my mom is gonna pick one up for Lina, we both know she will go NUTS for him, she gets such a big kick out of thing like this. She is still playing the little Rudolph that I bought her from waaaaay before Christmas, and he is nothing like Leo ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--#0672A0--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;My American Idol Rant :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I am kind of disappointed so far with American Idol, I don't know, maybe I am being a little bit to hard, or maybe the past 3 seasons just have me to spoiled. I mean the past 3 yrs I had my favorite picked within NO TIME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Season 3 - John Peter Lewis (JPL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Season 4 - Constantine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Season 5 - Ace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I knew from the get go that they were the ones right from there very first auditions, I was on the edge of my seat until I knew they made it into the top 24. This year however, come time to pick the top 24, I didn't have a favorite, it wasn't until it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.americanidol.com/contestants/season6/chris_richardson/"&gt;Chris Richardson's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; turn tp go meet the judges that I decided he was 'the one". Still right now the feeling isn't as strong as past seasons, but we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-8226405613635942643?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/8226405613635942643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=8226405613635942643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/8226405613635942643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/8226405613635942643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2007/02/aaaawwww-0.html' title='Aaaawwww :0)'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/RdZFIy_g4JI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qcn1UPgf_Ws/s72-c/loved.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-3336528363881942120</id><published>2007-02-15T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:33:36.875-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changin tabs'/><title type='text'>Aaaahhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.punkymoods.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/RdRnki_g4II/AAAAAAAAADw/-L3_VuOTxvk/s200/crazy.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031760561245839490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been driving myself crazy trying to change the little tabs above there so I can add different pages, but just can't figure it out, I mean what the heck!! This is just making me feel mega stupid, there has to be a way, I have seen other people who have done it, now why can't I figure it out????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-3336528363881942120?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3336528363881942120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=3336528363881942120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/3336528363881942120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/3336528363881942120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2007/02/aaaahhh.html' title='Aaaahhh!'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/RdRnki_g4II/AAAAAAAAADw/-L3_VuOTxvk/s72-c/crazy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-1735373713971257538</id><published>2007-02-14T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:33:37.139-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy. neelo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>what a day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.punkymoods.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/RdOKSy_g4GI/AAAAAAAAADY/pLx5WymRW98/s200/lazy.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031517264233422946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I have just been so achey all day, my back is killing me today, and with that, all I have done is lay around in bed all day. I mean I seriously have no reason to be tired, my ass didn't get out of bed till after 9:00AM this morning!!! After I finally rolled up out of bed, I made breakfast and coffee for the folks, and then lounging commenced for the rest of the day. Right now I have dinner in the oven, then lounging will commence once again before bed. In all seriousness I wanted to go out and help my dad clean off the car, and shovel the parking lot, but he wouldn't let me with my back, he yelled and cursed at me and told me to get my ass inside and get the heating pad. I don't mind shoveling, and lord knows I could use the exercise, but I do know, I probably wouldn't be able to straighten up if I would have gotten out there :0(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;We found this morning that neelo has a new hobby so with this hobby comes a new nickname "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Potty Pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/pottypeeperneeloBIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 58px; height: 78px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/RdOMEy_g4HI/AAAAAAAAADg/L7FunaJcuuo/s200/pottypeeperneelo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031519222738509938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;eper Neelo". He likes to hide in between the shower curtain and peep out when someone comes in to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;o their business. he is to damned cute. He seems to be unaffected by the snow and shit, he doesn't go crazy over it like the other use to. I remember they use to sit by the windows for hours trying to catch the snow, and they loved when I would put some snow in a dish, they would eat it, and dig through it. Now him, he is totally unimpressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-1735373713971257538?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/1735373713971257538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=1735373713971257538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/1735373713971257538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/1735373713971257538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-day.html' title='what a day.'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/RdOKSy_g4GI/AAAAAAAAADY/pLx5WymRW98/s72-c/lazy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-8482676614533333929</id><published>2007-02-14T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:33:37.567-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines Day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.coolmyspacecomments.com/happy-valentines-day-18.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/RdMaEy_g4FI/AAAAAAAAADM/wFMI9REsyYQ/s200/179.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031393878412943442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-8482676614533333929?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/8482676614533333929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=8482676614533333929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/8482676614533333929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/8482676614533333929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/RdMaEy_g4FI/AAAAAAAAADM/wFMI9REsyYQ/s72-c/179.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-7810518153602373807</id><published>2007-02-13T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:33:38.267-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crystal light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complimens'/><title type='text'>surprising day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.punkymoods.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/RdItXi_g4DI/AAAAAAAAAC0/f7AuTv8h7BE/s200/relaxed.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031133616279707698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I am actually having a pretty good day today, the folks and I had breakfast at Williams this morning, then from there went to SWM to get a money order and a few other things. I was actually able to spend a few bucks, so that lifted my spirits a bit. While I was there a lady stopped me and complimented me on my hair (even though it was so dirty, I haven't washed it in days..well I did today). It just made me feel so good, cuz with my hair being naturally curly I always had so much product in it, it wouldn't move and I grew up getting teased for that. Now I am getting compliments on my hair, so it really still takes me by surprise. I did come home and wash it,  I got this new stuff at SWM with jojoba oil in it, and that is suppose to be good shit to repair and keep your hair healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I am infatuated with anything blueberry, so the other day I was at Weis with the folks and I saw tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/CLBBBIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/RdIu_S_g4EI/AAAAAAAAAC8/nLN2TVTZ00Y/s200/CLBBsmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031135398691135554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;t Crystal light had this new White Tea that was blueberry flavored and I bout died. Well I held off for a whi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;le, cuz they were just ridiculously overpriced, but I was able to pick it up today cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt; they are $2.50 at SWM, and well lemme tell you, it is &lt;u&gt;sooooo&lt;/u&gt; damned good!!!!! I also got a new V8 that is pomegranate/blueberry and that too is delish! A while back I emailed  coffeemate and told them they should make a blueberry flavored creamer, cuz lord knows I love me some blueberry flavored coffee from Dunkin Donuts, so I just can imagine if there was a blueberry creamer, I would be in flippin heaven! Yea I have a problem, my mom has already pointed that out, she said that my obsession with both blueberry flavored things, and flip flops are teetering on dangerous and psychotic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-7810518153602373807?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/7810518153602373807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=7810518153602373807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/7810518153602373807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/7810518153602373807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-actually-having-pretty-good-day.html' title='surprising day'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/RdItXi_g4DI/AAAAAAAAAC0/f7AuTv8h7BE/s72-c/relaxed.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-7218920166189504767</id><published>2007-02-12T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:33:38.803-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cell bling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='less pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cherry coke zero'/><title type='text'>whew-wee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.punkymoods.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/RdCt9S_g4AI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hvVg6_CRI1Y/s200/relieved.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030712052354703362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So far, knock on wood ("&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;knock on own head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;") I feel pretty decent. I had a hard time earlier this morning when we were out and about, but once I got home and chilled, my back seemed to loosen up. I was able to work on a new header and change the color of my background, upload some pics and now type this, with minimal to no pain. I think it's starting to tighten up a bit now, but I am just gonna finish this, lay down  a bit with the heating pad, then I want to clean the boys and run the vacuum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;My folks decided to go to Cracker Barrel yesterday, then stop at &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/homepage.html"&gt;Target &lt;/a&gt;on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;way home, so while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/cellbllingBIG.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 49px; height: 85px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/RdCu7C_g4BI/AAAAAAAAACY/12-eoX6q0ew/s200/cellbllingSMALL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030713113211625490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/homepage.html"&gt;T&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/homepage.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/homepage.html"&gt;et&lt;/a&gt; my mom surprised me with an early Valentine gift =0) She bought me a super sparkly flip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;flop ce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;ll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;ph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt; charm!! She said it read $7.99 on the sign, but when she got to the register, it came up $3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;9! I am surprised cuz although I know the rhinestones to be fake, they really are a nice size. They only thing that bugs me, is the bell, now not only do people know when I move my phone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Neelo&lt;/span&gt; knows when I am on my phone and will come running.  I keep checking my &lt;a href="http://www.ltdcommodities.com/default.asp"&gt;LTD &lt;/a&gt;order, for my lighters, but it still is at 'preparing to ship' I am really anxious to get them I mean I have wanted them forever.&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/CCzerobig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 69px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/RdCwsy_g4CI/AAAAAAAAACg/5f51DqT4WNA/s200/CCzerosmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030715067421745186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;yesterday I was looking through the ads for my mom and something new caught my eye. Everyone who know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;me knows I love to try all the new things, that came out, so this really excited me. I love Coke Zero, I love Diet Cherry Coke, so when I saw they now have Cherry Coke Zero, I knew I had to try it. So this morning on our trip out to Weis on Crawford street to fill up the water bottle, I ran in and saw it sitting there in the cooler by the registers. I had to pick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;on up, and lemme tell you.....YUM!!!!! It is sooo good,  I am upset they didn't have it in the cans yet, but when they do you better believe I will be picking up a couple of cases!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-7218920166189504767?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/7218920166189504767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=7218920166189504767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/7218920166189504767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/7218920166189504767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2007/02/whew-wee.html' title='whew-wee!'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/RdCt9S_g4AI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hvVg6_CRI1Y/s72-c/relieved.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-43765333252767101</id><published>2007-02-10T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:33:38.856-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working on blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice pak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>just go away already!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.punkymoods.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/Rc3hFy_g3_I/AAAAAAAAACE/mADqdZ-w_C8/s200/annoyed.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029923848546476018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I was feeling so good yesterday, till later in the afternoon (I think we were running around to much) then the pain returned in my lower back, and it's been bugging me ever since.  I woke up about 6AM this morning, checked my email, did my hair, then the pain just got to bad, so I decided to try the ice pak since the heating pad did shit for me. There I was laying in bed at 8AM with the ice pak. My ass didn't roll out of bed till after 9AM! Now as I sit here (reclined of course with the keyboard on my lap) I am ready to crawl back in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I however would really like to do more work on my blog as well, like  making a new header, and adding pages for all boys, but my back just gets the best of me and sitting here does not become and option. Maybe I will grab a movie and lay with the ice pak some more and see how I feel later, then maybe I can do some work :0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-43765333252767101?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/43765333252767101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=43765333252767101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/43765333252767101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/43765333252767101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-go-away-already.html' title='just go away already!'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/Rc3hFy_g3_I/AAAAAAAAACE/mADqdZ-w_C8/s72-c/annoyed.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-6347714204684999577</id><published>2007-02-08T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:33:39.540-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piggie gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>My spoiled little men</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had said I wasn't going to go out today, but my father talked me into it anyway, we went to Town and County for breakfast (never again) then my mom decided she wanted to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.countryjunction.com/"&gt;Country Junction&lt;/a&gt; So off we headed, I haven't really enjoyed going out the past few days with the pain in my back, I just have a hard time getting comfortable doing anything I mean right now typing this I am in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway. I grabbed my own cart and kind of leaned on that for some support. I love that store, that have so many neat things, especially in the pet department for pigs. My mom got them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/piggiegiftBIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/RcveQy_g37I/AAAAAAAAABM/X_0svHVoRGw/s200/piggiegiftsmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029357789036732338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some early Valentines day gifts. She got them this really cute 'Critter Puffs"        &lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/cocoasaladBIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/RcveqC_g38I/AAAAAAAAABU/riVyrRdjS5s/s200/cocoasaladsmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029358222828429250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;with a mineral bowl and spoon. Everything is edible. The boys just thought it was the neatest thing and both dove right int it. She also got them the other salad they loved with the hay and dried bananas on top, the last time they had them they didn't even last a day, they were devoured it in record time. The last thing she got them both was their surprise box, it's just a plain brown box they can rip open, and inside is a honey bar. They have had these already as well. So needless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/chestersaladBIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/RcvflC_g39I/AAAAAAAAABc/V7z_x5QW6Vs/s200/chestersaladsmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029359236440711122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to say right now they have a lot of treats to look forward to, cuz they will not get anything else till their 'poofs' are gone. My mamma  also bought me a gift, cuz she knows how I am, she knows my obsession with flip flops is, and well she knows I was gonna pout for a while if I didn't get it, or I was just gonna get it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/minimepics/flipflopwelcomeBIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/RcvgpS_g3-I/AAAAAAAAABk/V6dprv88Hmw/s200/flip+flopwelcome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029360408966782946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;even though I don't have any money coming in so she bought it for me, cuz she loves me :) Is that not the cutest welcome sigh you have ever seen, I just fell in love with it, and well it just goes so nicely with all the other flip flop items I have accumulated so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I think it's time to grab the heating pad and head to bed, my fucking side is just screaming right now and I just can't take much more, I would take a vicodin, but  dammit I only have one left, and with no medical I can't sure as hell get my hands on any :0(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I also do know I have my old LJ watermark on these pics (which you can click to view a larger image) I was to lazy to make a new watermark right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-6347714204684999577?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/6347714204684999577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=6347714204684999577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/6347714204684999577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/6347714204684999577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-spoiled-little-men.html' title='My spoiled little men'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/RcveQy_g37I/AAAAAAAAABM/X_0svHVoRGw/s72-c/piggiegiftsmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-3807364539666851605</id><published>2007-02-08T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:33:39.757-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anna Nicole Smith'/><title type='text'>R.I.P Anna Nicole Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.punkymoods.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/RcvFjS_g34I/AAAAAAAAAAw/KilpVLPLx3M/s320/shocked.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029330619073617794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am just in total shock right now over &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070208/ap_en_tv/anna_nicole_smith"&gt;Anna Nicole Smith's&lt;/a&gt; death, I mean I was never a big fan of hers, and the only time I really heard of her was when she was in the tabloids. I usually ended up making fun of her, but with a lot of the shit she has gone through lately has made me feel really bad for her, especially with the death of her son right after the birth of her little girl. I have had coverage of her death on constantly since I have heard, and it just breaks my heart to think that her little 5 month old little girl is now without her big brother and her mother now. It's just sad and I feel really bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-3807364539666851605?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/3807364539666851605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=3807364539666851605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/3807364539666851605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/3807364539666851605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2007/02/rip-anna-nicole-smith.html' title='R.I.P Anna Nicole Smith'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/RcvFjS_g34I/AAAAAAAAAAw/KilpVLPLx3M/s72-c/shocked.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312790503427455183.post-5837455561080514747</id><published>2007-02-07T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:33:39.929-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='testing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Testing....Testing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.punkymoods.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/RcpkxQ1H3II/AAAAAAAAAAk/5XUuk2Svd1k/s320/flabbergasted.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028942731406728322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Like anything it takes time to learn something new, I mean hell right now I am happy I have been able to get as far as I have with this thing. I still need to figure out the HTML and change the tabs at the top and I guess make new pages for the animals and what not, but that will be with time. Right now as I sit here, my lower part of my back is killing me.....my mom says it's around my kidney area, the only thing I care about it getting rid of the pain.  I will have to work on this little by little, but for now it's at least up and started, so far it's the closet thing to a website I have had, and who knows, maybe it'll have some cool features.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312790503427455183-5837455561080514747?l=sweetabandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/feeds/5837455561080514747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5312790503427455183&amp;postID=5837455561080514747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/5837455561080514747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312790503427455183/posts/default/5837455561080514747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetabandon.blogspot.com/2007/02/like-anything-it-takes-time-to-learn.html' title='Testing....Testing!'/><author><name>♥ Nikki ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/SWJMMBwkZ3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/DTL_RUDuVE8/S220/10e9f932.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0rRw8sRu5oo/RcpkxQ1H3II/AAAAAAAAAAk/5XUuk2Svd1k/s72-c/flabbergasted.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
