<?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-8478766473715250841</id><updated>2011-09-03T06:26:59.812-07:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='irony'/><category term='books'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='Dakota'/><category term='loss'/><category term='polyvore'/><category term='garden'/><category term='kings'/><category term='art'/><category term='homesick'/><category term='general insanity'/><category term='glee'/><category term='vent'/><category term='dreaming'/><category term='fox hunting'/><category term='nuttiness'/><category term='southernitis'/><category term='emptiness'/><category term='obsession'/><category term='picture'/><category term='spring'/><category term='anxious'/><category term='storm'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='video'/><category term='Sassy'/><category term='tv'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='fireflies'/><category term='rant'/><category term='guys suck'/><category term='observation'/><category term='ramble'/><category term='emails'/><category term='friday'/><category term='radnom'/><category term='me'/><category term='basic'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='rambles'/><category term='thin'/><category term='trucks'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='random'/><category term='Loki'/><category term='laugh'/><category term='i Pod'/><category term='ghost'/><category term='pizza'/><category term='remembering'/><category term='rain'/><category term='vacuum'/><category term='cookinh'/><category term='moose'/><category term='blah'/><category term='crap'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='smoking'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='sick'/><category term='hot'/><category term='trail ride'/><category term='horses'/><category term='fool'/><category term='surprise'/><category term='snow'/><category term='rambling'/><category term='writing'/><category term='love'/><category term='itunes'/><title type='text'>Sweet Songs of Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Day to day life on a farmette</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-7586363890277067558</id><published>2011-03-14T17:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T17:18:10.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fool for a fool</title><content type='html'>I never knew it was SO hard to guess a horses age by his teeth! I have heard just about every guess today expec tthe one I had in mind the most. I gave up on everyones theories and opinions and made up my own mind once and for all. Drum roll please........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falcon is an April Fool's Day baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right! I am making my foolish little guys birthday offically April 1st. It settles the ages theory right between mine and everyone elses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that on this gorgeous Spring day, we are getting more chickens! Crap chicken math has caught up with me. We are getting a beautiful Delware Blue Roo and 2 hens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in a million years did I ever think for one second I would like chickens ( other than to eat that is ) let alone be getting more than I already have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is life I suppose....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-7586363890277067558?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/7586363890277067558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=7586363890277067558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/7586363890277067558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/7586363890277067558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2011/03/fool-for-fool.html' title='Fool for a fool'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-8864501615534036374</id><published>2011-03-13T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T13:58:50.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning Sunshine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;High of 83 for the day....busy busy busy in the fields. Got the chicken brooder finished and the chickens moved. Gave Falcon his first hose off/bath ever! The big boys got quite a workout running around the field. Old man got a hose down and it seemed to add new life into them old bones. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is another busy day and until then, here are some pictures to enjoy.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 846px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 779px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af127/justagirlfromga/Play%20Day/367.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 481px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 484px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af127/justagirlfromga/Play%20Day/308-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 831px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 744px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af127/justagirlfromga/Play%20Day/353.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 831px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 729px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af127/justagirlfromga/Play%20Day/340.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 645px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 383px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af127/justagirlfromga/Play%20Day/364.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-8864501615534036374?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/8864501615534036374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=8864501615534036374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/8864501615534036374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/8864501615534036374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2011/03/good-morning-sunshine.html' title='Good Morning Sunshine!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af127/justagirlfromga/Play%20Day/th_367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-1939598434228319639</id><published>2011-03-12T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T16:17:39.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my re-dedication!</title><content type='html'>I ahve decided to revamp and redesign the blog, not really sure why since I haven't even been near this thing in months....but what the hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is, I have gone Country and I do mean C-O-U-N-T-R-Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live on a farmette now just outside the city and have been losing my mind with chickens, yes chickens, the things I once considered only food with feet. Years of traffic smog must have burnt my logic brain cells because I now have 3 and more on the way. Oh and did I mention Poof, my duckling....oh dear god I have a duck too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will consider today Day 1 for the most part even though I have been here 3 weeks now. Today was the first day I felt like a farm. Pastures were cleaned, horses feed ( like I do everyday but today felt different ) we built a brooder for our chicks, took a trip to TSC and got an ice cream cone ( man I felt like a kid at that moment )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention the hydroponic greenhouse next door with some of the best tomatoes I have EVER EATEN??? I mean these suckers are awesome! They also grow cucumbers and butter crisp lettuce ( also delicous ) and this thing called a black cherry tomato for the resturants in downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I feel is missing is a garden and if I knew how to keep a plant alive for more than a few days I would grow one....might have to dig down and find my green thumb in there somewhere because if I moved here and began farm life, it must be in there somewhere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-1939598434228319639?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/1939598434228319639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=1939598434228319639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1939598434228319639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1939598434228319639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2011/03/welcome-to-my-re-dedication.html' title='Welcome to my re-dedication!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-671242527454021541</id><published>2010-12-06T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T11:45:59.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a nutshell</title><content type='html'>I can't even begin to explain everything that has happened since my last post. Horses coming in and out of our lives in painful ways. Moving barns and losing a Grandma... it has been emotional to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's Christmas time again, time for reflection and rememberance. This year, I deicated to GG. She is in a better place. As hard as it was to let her go, I know that much is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was amazing! I hosted my first ever Thanksgiving for others other than my kids and DH. I had not only my mom, but my in laws ( who I love ). It was wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-671242527454021541?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/671242527454021541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=671242527454021541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/671242527454021541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/671242527454021541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-nutshell.html' title='In a nutshell'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-432935451042929764</id><published>2010-08-11T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T15:08:14.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>and every part of my body is screaming! I had planned on foregoing the walk tonight and just do some relaxing yoga at home but that was before I made creamy rice and then proceeded to overeat on said creamy rice landing myself face to face with another walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you creamy rice! Why must you be so good?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-432935451042929764?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/432935451042929764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=432935451042929764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/432935451042929764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/432935451042929764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-3488325809105249992</id><published>2010-08-11T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T04:45:52.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Howling pups!</title><content type='html'>Oh my feet are howling after going for 2 - 4 mile walks in 2 days! I figured since I walk all the time, a 2 mile walk to Target should be nothing, but it isn't. It's rough! And add a stroller to push with 60 lbs of kid inside and you get even more rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what...I have lost all the extra weight I had packed on last month! I won't complain too much but today I am foregoing a walk and doing nice relaxing yoga in hopes my knees will stop hurting so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-3488325809105249992?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/3488325809105249992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=3488325809105249992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/3488325809105249992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/3488325809105249992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2010/08/howling-pups.html' title='Howling pups!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-6646812435023112305</id><published>2010-08-10T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T04:38:43.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone walking...</title><content type='html'>So yesterday afternoon I decide I really, really wanted to dye my hair and hopefully cover up the blonde highlights that had grown out making my hair look awful. Seeing as how I leave only 1.2 miles from Target, I WALKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plopping the kids in the double stroller, I hoofed it the 1.2 miles and was seriously regretting my decision as I stared at the different hair dyes. Kids getting anxious, I grabbed a dark brown and headed home. Stopping at the ice cream shop on the way of course for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;Taking my just over 1 and a half hours, a soaked tshirt ( that was the grossest part ) and 2 very happy, ice cream covered kids; I made it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pain and sweat paid off this morning when I woke up, stepped on the dreaded scale and saw I was 5 lbs down already! I know it won't be this easy but I feel so good already. I had ballonned over the past month with all the traveling and being trapped in doors thanks to the heat, went up 10 lbs. Now, half that is gone and I am now only 15 lbs. away from my first goal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-6646812435023112305?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/6646812435023112305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=6646812435023112305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/6646812435023112305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/6646812435023112305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2010/08/gone-walking.html' title='Gone walking...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-6291876856464822924</id><published>2010-08-09T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T12:17:00.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet has come</title><content type='html'>The plain and awful truth -- I am 25 yr old and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;176&lt;/span&gt; lbs. Every morning, just before I open my eyes, for just a split second, I can almost see myself as I was 6 yrs and 2 kids ago. God I miss that body! I feel like an alien in this one and need to shed the weight and perhaps find a happy medium in between the present body and the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I go, the last day of fatty, no good for you food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hereby swearing off white bread, sugar ( that's going to be a hard one ) milk ( switching to Almond milk ), soda, sweet tea, koolaid, snack cakes, seconds at dinner, and mostly ice cream/cake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-6291876856464822924?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/6291876856464822924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=6291876856464822924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/6291876856464822924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/6291876856464822924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2010/08/diet-has-come.html' title='Diet has come'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-5208796275404270439</id><published>2010-04-09T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T14:59:50.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='southernitis'/><title type='text'>Sunny blah!</title><content type='html'>Bored, bored, bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been bored for weeks now without so much as a hiccup of fun to disrupt it. No clue where this sudden lull of boredom came from but it can quickly go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend my days picking up the house and staring outside wondering if I will brave the heat that day and venture outside to try to ease the glow in the dark color of my skin, very scare. In the end I don't and end up regretting it as I lay in bed at night telling myself to go out the very next day and enjoy the brief moments of cooler heat in preparation of the scorching heat that will soon be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, diet not going so well which could be adding to the slump I have fallen into. Need to seriously try to get back onto track. Shopping day is tomorrow so at least I will be leaving the house, finally, like I do at least every 3 days to preserve my sanity ( which according to my husband I lost long ago ) I disagree with the statement by the way. I never once claimed to be sane or normal. When you grow up in Southern Georgia with the swamps and wild woods as your playground, you can never be sane. I suffer from Southernitis. It is a very serious illness which causes you to never be able to conform to the normal pace of life and instead go about your days in a slow, hazy way of life. You also consume large amounts of sweet tea, fried chicken, collared greens, Boston butt, deviled eggs, and any other food that might be found at the family picnic on any given Sunday after church has let out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Southernitis is nothing to curl your nose up at. It affects anyone who use y'all on a daily basis and if I even need to explain y'all, you are a sufferer of Southernitis. Also, if Jeff Foxworthy's cds are located anywhere in the house or on your iPod, you have Southernitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, enough silliness to pull me slightly from the doldrums. And then that word just makes me think of the Phantom Tollbooth which leads me to ( in a very strange and round about way as it always is in my brain ) to ramen which reminds me that I have Ramen Girl in queue on Netflix and think I will go watch it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-5208796275404270439?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/5208796275404270439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=5208796275404270439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/5208796275404270439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/5208796275404270439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunny-blah.html' title='Sunny blah!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-4408420676813452809</id><published>2010-03-25T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T11:12:46.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookinh'/><title type='text'>The Big 2-5</title><content type='html'>With just over a month to my 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday I can't help but feel as though there is/was so much I wanted to do by then that I never seemed to have gotten around to do. Sure there are a few things that I had dreamt about since childhood that I did manage to do like return to Seattle but that in itself seems like such a small thing when I look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so maybe I am not a world &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reknowed&lt;/span&gt; writer who lives in London, I am beginning to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that because I am not a fan of the cold or the rain and I hear it's both very often in London. And maybe I have never seen Egypt other than in photographs, I will get there some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, instead of following my dreams, I followed my heart which lead me to my husband and our 2 beautiful children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am giving myself something to do instead of sitting around the house all day pining over what I don't have. I am going to learn how to cook ( inspired by Julie/Julia ) I am not going to try French cooking as I am really not a huge fan of the cuisine. No instead I am going to pick out different cookbooks by various cooks such as Rachael, Gordon, Jamie, etc. and cook the food that appeals to me. Good old fashioned home cooking. Nothing makes my heart skip a beat more than the smell of a roast cooking in the oven and delicious lemon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meringue&lt;/span&gt; pie cooling on the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take my time and go slow as my family is not that big on trying new things. I figured if I go slow and don't pick out insane things that are hard to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pronounce&lt;/span&gt; and even harder to cook until I feel I am ready, I just may be able to make myself feel as though I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;accomplisihing&lt;/span&gt; something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-4408420676813452809?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/4408420676813452809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=4408420676813452809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/4408420676813452809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/4408420676813452809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2010/03/big-2-5.html' title='The Big 2-5'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-6421281195336339038</id><published>2010-03-05T10:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T10:50:59.232-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dakota'/><title type='text'>In sunlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af127/justagirlfromga/kota9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px;" src="http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af127/justagirlfromga/kota9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af127/justagirlfromga/kota8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 441px;" src="http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af127/justagirlfromga/kota8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af127/justagirlfromga/horses2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 438px;" src="http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af127/justagirlfromga/horses2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af127/justagirlfromga/kota10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 545px;" src="http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af127/justagirlfromga/kota10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-6421281195336339038?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/6421281195336339038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=6421281195336339038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/6421281195336339038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/6421281195336339038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-sunlight.html' title='In sunlight'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-3460640569932545253</id><published>2010-02-20T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T13:39:43.965-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trucks'/><title type='text'>And then there was....</title><content type='html'>It feels good sometimes to get a new car. The way the new seats feel under your bum as you are driving home wondering if everyone you pass is looking at you in complete jealousy of your good luck in buying that new car/truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only they knew what you were paying to sit in that seat, they wouldn't be as jealous and probably very happy it's you and not them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me for instance, there is a shiny brand new truck in the drive way which will make towing the brand new horse trailer a lot easier and safer but was it worth the cost each month to our bank account?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hindsight, I see the truck as a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad&lt;/span&gt; thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt; because it's towing capacity is more than the Jeeps so we won't have to do extra trips to move all 3 horses this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt; because it will actually save us money in the long run because we won't have to worry about replacing the transmission in the Jeep because we pushed it beyond what it can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt; because we got more for our Stratus at the dodge dealership than any other dealership had offered us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad&lt;/span&gt; because we have doubled our other car's monthly payment which pushed us into the uncomfortable zone each paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad&lt;/span&gt; because now have no extra money to spend on things like eating out 8 times a week, clothes whenever the whim hits me that I want a new shirt, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can see where I am at. I see the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad&lt;/span&gt; but what I can't see and what I don't want to see at this moment in time is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What-if's&lt;/span&gt; because we have gone way passed the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What-if &lt;/span&gt;stage and have moved on to the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; We Are Screwed If&lt;/span&gt; stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song of the Day: No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problem - Kenny Chesney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-3460640569932545253?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/3460640569932545253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=3460640569932545253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/3460640569932545253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/3460640569932545253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-then-there-was.html' title='And then there was....'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-5120797154644610601</id><published>2010-02-18T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T16:49:57.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick sum up....</title><content type='html'>Been a while so here we go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs surprised me with a beautiful bouqet of tulips for Valentines Day, my favorite flower, so happy he remembered they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/S33Z7Xra83I/AAAAAAAAAPg/i0niXEYXkbE/s1600-h/tulips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/S33Z7Xra83I/AAAAAAAAAPg/i0niXEYXkbE/s400/tulips.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439743538925073266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adopted a beautiful new horse, Dakota, from a wonderful rescue. Stormy Farms in Orangeburg, SC loves and cares for the wonderful horses when the owners can no longer do it, like Dakota and Buck. But they also rescue horses from horrible conditions. Thank you Stormy Farms for doing what I only wish I could do!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/S33aCvwKsuI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wygYvjfPxpQ/s1600-h/dakota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/S33aCvwKsuI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wygYvjfPxpQ/s400/dakota.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439743665646514914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a horse trailer, finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/S33ab8tXO5I/AAAAAAAAAPw/F1BE2hyWsw8/s1600-h/trailer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/S33ab8tXO5I/AAAAAAAAAPw/F1BE2hyWsw8/s400/trailer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439744098621143954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a scare this week with my FIL ending up in the hospital due to seziures. Very scary, but it's seems like its turning out ok. He was released from the hospital this morning BUT can not drive for 6 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that pretty much wraps it up. Not much has else happened. Oh no wait there was this one thing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT SNOWED!!!!! HERE IN CHARLESTON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt you all have heard of our beautiful snow we had last weekend but what most of you won't know is that I was out driving in it! Yes that's right, chicken me braved the blinding snow and patches of black ice, falling trees and skidding cars just so I could drive the 15 miles and check on the fuzzies. Unfortunately, I never made it there. Trees blocked my way in both directions. I made it 1/2 a mile in both directions and found trees laying across the road. To top it off, this is 3 hrs after I left my house, I could lost on the way home and almost slid off the road on a patch of black ice. I was glad to make it home finally when I walked through the door at 12:45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. That was my month so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is yours going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song of the Day: Lady Antebellum - I Need You Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-5120797154644610601?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/5120797154644610601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=5120797154644610601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/5120797154644610601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/5120797154644610601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2010/02/quick-sum-up.html' title='A quick sum up....'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/S33Z7Xra83I/AAAAAAAAAPg/i0niXEYXkbE/s72-c/tulips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-5661334351337985293</id><published>2010-01-25T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:23:08.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am going to lose my hair...</title><content type='html'>if I don't calm down within the next few days. I wound so tight, I'm going to be dizzy when I finally go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between waiting to leave on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vacay&lt;/span&gt;, searching for things, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flippin&lt;/span&gt;' rain making it impossible to do anything outside, I am losing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being stuck in the house and I am now going on day 6 of not being outside at all other than a quick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cig&lt;/span&gt; ( which I have now ran out of! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the fresh air. The feel of the wind playing in the curls of my hair, the sun warming my skin. The sound of horses neighing as I near the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy day it will be when I get to enjoy the outdoor world again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I am looking forward to fishing on Saturday as long as the weather permits. I need to get some sun! I look like an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;albino&lt;/span&gt; in between all my freckles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-5661334351337985293?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/5661334351337985293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=5661334351337985293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/5661334351337985293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/5661334351337985293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-going-to-lose-my-hair.html' title='I am going to lose my hair...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-2568841760957094518</id><published>2010-01-19T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:30:10.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timing.</title><content type='html'>Somethings in life come just at the right time while others seem to pop up when you wanted them the least. Take Sunday night. An average day but a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nightmarish&lt;/span&gt; night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ej&lt;/span&gt; woke up from his nap with a fever of 105.3 (bum temp) I rushed him to the hospital for the 1st time ever. He is normally so happy and healthy. 2 hours later, we were home with a semi-happy kid who had a viral infection of some sort but luckily no signs of the swine flu which was my biggest fear of it being. He hasn't shown any signs of a fever since that night. But to make it worse, at 1 am when I checked on him for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ump tenth&lt;/span&gt; time that night, Lo comes wandering into my room crying because she just puked in her room. I felt so sorry because she thought she was in trouble. I cleaned it up the best I could, laid down a towel with a bucket of water ( just in case ) and curled up in bed with her until she fell back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life of a mom, what can you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-2568841760957094518?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/2568841760957094518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=2568841760957094518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/2568841760957094518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/2568841760957094518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2010/01/timing.html' title='Timing.'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-1555432741785455116</id><published>2010-01-13T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T15:59:54.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new, but something old</title><content type='html'>For many years, I have dreamed of opening a rescue ranch to help horses that would otherwise be sent to slaughter houses. Until that can happen, I donate to noteable charities and rescue barns like AC4H and Equine Rescue of Aiken. I urge other out there that feel the same about slaughtering of horses, please help in any way you can. Whether you donate, volunteer at a local rescue, or even adopt; It is worth it knowing you helped an animal who depends on the kindness of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March, I will hopefully be adopting a rescue horse. I look forward to the challenge of gaining it's trust and the joy I will feel seeing the horse healthy and happy and safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-1555432741785455116?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/1555432741785455116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=1555432741785455116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1555432741785455116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1555432741785455116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2010/01/something-new-but-something-old.html' title='Something new, but something old'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-3195405171436763140</id><published>2010-01-09T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T12:41:39.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziness</title><content type='html'>What a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a new horse, lost a semi-friend, searched for a horse for me to ride, learned Sassy may never be able to be ridden due to injury on her right-back leg, freezing weather, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am exhausted. I am hoping that next week is make better. Jack comes home on Friday, a whole 3 weeks early and the weather is supposed to warm up a bit which will be so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tonight, after the house is quiet, I will pop open a beer and toast to one hell of a week. Then again, it isn't over yet so maybe I should hold off until tomorrow night.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/S0jpRzMKBGI/AAAAAAAAAPY/TcPiZ0GlKjE/s1600-h/IMG00079-20100103-1728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 383px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/S0jpRzMKBGI/AAAAAAAAAPY/TcPiZ0GlKjE/s400/IMG00079-20100103-1728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424842243176006754" 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/8478766473715250841-3195405171436763140?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/3195405171436763140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=3195405171436763140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/3195405171436763140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/3195405171436763140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2010/01/craziness.html' title='Craziness'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/S0jpRzMKBGI/AAAAAAAAAPY/TcPiZ0GlKjE/s72-c/IMG00079-20100103-1728.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-6636995802982174400</id><published>2010-01-05T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T16:26:48.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to vent...forgive me</title><content type='html'>Why is it whenever someone tells you something they think that what they say is the one and only way to do things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick of people not believing in my horse. She isn't a waste of my time and she isn't going to be sold just because she doesn't do what they think she should do! Some people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-6636995802982174400?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/6636995802982174400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=6636995802982174400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/6636995802982174400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/6636995802982174400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-need-to-ventforgive-me.html' title='I need to vent...forgive me'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-6188651988588276385</id><published>2009-12-29T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T09:31:53.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh boy</title><content type='html'>January is already starting out to look like a very busy month. Not only will Sassy be going off to a trainer but now it looks like we will be adding to our horsey family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good golly miss molly is a 12 yr old 17.2 hd Clydesdale. Yes, I said Clydesdale. Hubs is wanting a horse of his own and has dreamed of a Clydesdale since we started talking about owning horses as adults, well me at least. So now I have found one, he is excited, I am excited and we are going to see her on the 12th and will hopefully bring her home on the 15th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will follow if we bring her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's time to finish laundry for trip to FL in 2 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-6188651988588276385?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/6188651988588276385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=6188651988588276385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/6188651988588276385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/6188651988588276385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-boy.html' title='Oh boy'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-3884065872823785109</id><published>2009-12-25T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T16:41:50.866-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Goodnight to you all...</title><content type='html'>Christmas has come and gone again for another year. The smiles on my kids faces will last for a little while longer than the toys that they have seemed to destroyed already, well at least one. The trash can is overflowing with wrapping paper and containers, the leftover ham is wrapped up and tucked into the fridge for sandwiches tomorrow. In the chaos of the day, I stole away to the stillness of the barn. I watched the horses grazing in the pastures, rain dripping from the tin roof, splashing into the puddles below. I breathed in the quiet and tried to hold onto it as I drove home and entered once again into the madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I sit in my big comfy chair, enjoying a glass of chilled wine and counting the days till it starts all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was you day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-3884065872823785109?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/3884065872823785109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=3884065872823785109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/3884065872823785109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/3884065872823785109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodnight-to-you-all.html' title='Goodnight to you all...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-7952207490680121664</id><published>2009-12-20T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T18:25:46.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sassy'/><title type='text'>Arrival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Sy7b7KZr17I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ay0ATTq-rOw/s1600-h/sassy013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Sy7b7KZr17I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ay0ATTq-rOw/s400/sassy013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417509211224135602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Sy7b60yH5VI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ZujyTzLlQm8/s1600-h/sassy029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Sy7b60yH5VI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ZujyTzLlQm8/s400/sassy029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417509205421057362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Sy7b6lzl62I/AAAAAAAAAPA/DAJxhnH-W3s/s1600-h/sassy005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Sy7b6lzl62I/AAAAAAAAAPA/DAJxhnH-W3s/s400/sassy005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417509201400687458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Sassy arrived, finally. After waiting all day, I felt like a child on Christmas morning as the trailer pulled in and I saw her face. She was all wrapped up like a thoroughbred ready for a race. Why couldn't I have stayed that happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I went out as planned to spend time with her and quickly discovered a few things. First, she doesn't like the halter, at least the sight of it. It took 10 mins plus two others to help to finally catch her but once I did, she was a puppy dog. As I brushed her down I found more and more rain rot, plus sores under her tail that I was told were healed and gone. Someone offered me some onitment until I could get my own, which I did as soon as I left along with MTG for the rain rot. Then I moved on to her hooves that I was told had been trimmed this past week but clearly hadn't been done in months. Huge chips, wavy overgrown frog... it's a mess but they do look good other than needing a trim. Going out again tomorrow to spend more time with her and working on the avoiding you if you come near her thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all she is adjusting wonderfully to her new home. She is eating, playing with her new pasture mates, and enjoying life. I am so happy that she is happy. I know that buying her was a great decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-7952207490680121664?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/7952207490680121664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=7952207490680121664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/7952207490680121664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/7952207490680121664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/12/arrival.html' title='Arrival'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Sy7b7KZr17I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ay0ATTq-rOw/s72-c/sassy013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-8762305169186597949</id><published>2009-12-10T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:29:47.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Night</title><content type='html'>There are some movies that I have figured out by the time the first 10 minutes have gone by. Then there are others that it takes me longer to figure out but they always end the same. The guy gets the girl or good things happen to those who are in need of it the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there are the rare few, like the one I am watching now " It happened on 5th Aveune " that even though I have figured the end, I can't wait to see how they get there. The actors hold my attention to the point I can almost feel the joy they feel, the tears in my eyes are the tears in theirs. Movies like this come far and few between and most were written before 1960. In those days the writers had fresh ideas, new dreams to dream, new lives to tell the stories of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a days, we simply copy, and most times very poorly, the tales of days gone by. Take " Random Harvest ". It was one of the best movie I have seen in a very long time. So powerful was the story line that I become almost completely engrossed in the plot I could almost smell the blossoms on the trees, hear the whistle of the train as it roared past. I could have watched that movie all day long and never tired of the story. So simple, so endearing. If you ever get a chance, watch them both. I doubt you will be disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-8762305169186597949?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/8762305169186597949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=8762305169186597949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/8762305169186597949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/8762305169186597949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/12/movie-night.html' title='Movie Night'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-8699253031018551455</id><published>2009-12-10T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:56:28.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remembering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Twinkle, twinkle</title><content type='html'>The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lights&lt;/span&gt; are twinkling, the snow is falling ( somewhere other than here ). The night is still and silent. This is the time of year I look back on the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas seems so long ago. My little baby boy was only 3 months old, staring at the twinkling lights of the tree in awe and now he is a busy 15 month old who loves to grab the bobbles from the tree and run as you chase after the giggling little one. How time has flown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has gone by too quickly. I seem to have missed my smiling, laughing little girl grow up into an independent 4 yr old who can do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; about everything for herself. Likely, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EJ&lt;/span&gt; is still small enough that he needs me for everything while Lo is growing up so fast I can barely remember rocking her in my arms that first night in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few new additions have come into our lively house. First came Moose and his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;over sized&lt;/span&gt; paws. Poor thing still is growing but his paws I don't think he will ever catch up to. They seem to grow larger everyday. And then comes our newest, Sassy, who hasn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; arrived, not until the 19&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; when she is brought down to her new home. I am very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; to see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am counting down the days to family coming, presents to be wrapped and then those smiling, overjoyed faces on Christmas morning when they come down the stairs and see all the gifts beneath the tree. I am so happy that they still believe that Santa was the one who brought all the gifts, it adds some magic back into the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year can wait a while longer. I still have a wonderful Christmas morning to come before I look forward. So for now, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; look back smiling, slightly tear eyed at the year gone by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-8699253031018551455?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/8699253031018551455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=8699253031018551455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/8699253031018551455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/8699253031018551455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/12/twinkle-twinkle.html' title='Twinkle, twinkle'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-8166646066633493314</id><published>2009-12-03T13:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:54:25.464-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>So many things have happened since my last post. First, I have sold Luke. It was a long, tough battle with what I want and what I should do. They both won out in the end so now I have...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411123668346599122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SxgsTpeB9tI/AAAAAAAAAO4/on8894etvKk/s400/paint+mare.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Misty Dawn of War. She is a 8yr old 15.2 hd Paint mare. Now I have never had a mare so this will be a new experience. She arrives here on the 19th so now I am scrambling to add new tack to my Christmas list in hopes I receive at least one piece ( preferably the burnt orange halter ) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanksgiving actually went rather calmly with only a few melt downs in the family but hey, that's what I love most about the holidays with the family. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, Christmas is just around the corner and I feel totally unprepared for the families arrivals. To kick off my holiday season, the in-laws are coming down from Ohio after FIL retires as fire chief of Westlake ( suburb of Cleveland ) where he has been Chief for about 2 yrs now and on the squad for nearly 25 yrs. After them comes my Mom for a few days, possibly my Dad and stepmother and then it's off to Lakeland for New Year's. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I am not trying to complain but after just getting back from GA for Thanksgiving and before that 2 1/2 weeks in OH, I am thoroughly exhausted with traveling. I think Moose is tried of traveling too. every time I go near the closet where the luggage is stored, he cowers in the corner. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So how about you out there in the great wide world? Who is looking forward to traveling? Family coming maybe? New surprises in store? Or maybe just a nice, quiet Christmas at home. That sounds like heaven to me. Curl up beside the fireplace, the scent of snow in the air, a good book and the wonderful sounds of Bing Crosby filling the room...ah... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: White Christmas - Bing Crosby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-8166646066633493314?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/8166646066633493314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=8166646066633493314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/8166646066633493314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/8166646066633493314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/12/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SxgsTpeB9tI/AAAAAAAAAO4/on8894etvKk/s72-c/paint+mare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-6704047144185744998</id><published>2009-10-13T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T07:09:06.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loki'/><title type='text'>Luke...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392085197639122722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/StSI6zPr_yI/AAAAAAAAAOw/-oMdHukG4sk/s400/luke14.jpg" /&gt;  is now Loki. After going back and forth with his old name, I have decided that Loki is a much better fit for him. Loki, Norse God of mischief and evil. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392085181329991330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/StSI52fSZqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/-plzUM0wvDY/s400/luke6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392085191125159298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/StSI6a-ozYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/V0fF_U12kx8/s400/luke11.jpg" /&gt;After getting his teeth floated yesterday, he was still so drugged up that I finally took my chance and trimmed up his hair in prep for winter. ( I will post those pictures later.) I even managed to braid a section of his tail before the drugs wore off. I am just happy that I made some progress with that unruly tail of his. Hopefully on Saturday I can get more work done and possibly a bath. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: All you Need is Love - Beatles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-6704047144185744998?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/6704047144185744998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=6704047144185744998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/6704047144185744998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/6704047144185744998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/10/luke.html' title='Luke...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/StSI6zPr_yI/AAAAAAAAAOw/-oMdHukG4sk/s72-c/luke14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-5987708103148711400</id><published>2009-10-10T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:43:11.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Basics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your favorite color?: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a boyfriend?: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do like in a guy/girl?: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Understanding and Kindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your dream job?: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Egyptologist / Writer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Favorites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friend for life?: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Jen D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite type of cell phone: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Blackberry Storm&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;br /&gt;Favorite ice cream flavor: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Favorite Candy: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Wether's Orginial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This or That&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner or Breakfast?: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'd say Dinner since I tend to skip breakfast alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burger or Hot Dog: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Burgers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob or Patrick: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I hate both equally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Hut or Pizza Pizza?:&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; Papa John's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eggs or Bacon: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Eggs ( overeasy with wheat toast. That's making me hungry now.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do You?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be single or have some one to call your own?: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Call my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you like to be kissed a lot?: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like tea?: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sweet Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like soda?: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Rarely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe life on Earth is gonna end in the year 2012?: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have You Ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in love: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Several times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked into a lampost: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Smoked?: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Quit smoking?: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;More times than I will admit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to stay in Hospital for more than 3 days?: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;No ( knock on wood )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Misc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had a super-power, what would it be?: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Invisiblity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel the urge to kiss anybody right now?: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color of underwear are you wearing?: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Cats?: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I think they're kind of creepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Dogs?: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;If it's not mine then yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person you admire most?: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you for looks or personality?: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Personality because looks fade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you think you'll die?: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;To guess would be incredibly depressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to do most before you die?: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Travel the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most embarrasing thing about your body?: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I couldn't say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firsts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First kiss: &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;While watching Titanic in 96&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First midget you saw:&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; At the circus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First church: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;First Untied Methodist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First thing you'd do with an extra $100.00: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Unsure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As of Now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the biggest age difference in relationships you've had?: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;10 years&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;( I was 18 he was 28 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Is there someone you want to go out with right now?: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you bounce your foot when sitting?: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat a lot of candy?:&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Can you play poker?: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-5987708103148711400?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/5987708103148711400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=5987708103148711400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/5987708103148711400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/5987708103148711400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/10/basics-whats-your-favorite-color-green.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-3640989471078439650</id><published>2009-09-22T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T08:04:36.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SrjnfHXR6cI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sDHLer1l2V0/s1600-h/free-pictures-fall-autumn-colors-leaves-Mexicanwave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384307876260080066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SrjnfHXR6cI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sDHLer1l2V0/s400/free-pictures-fall-autumn-colors-leaves-Mexicanwave.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The days of Fall are upon us now. Time for the cool breezes, the warmth of a fresh pie baking in teh oven, the sweet scents of the air. The season of pumpkins, cider, beautifully colored leaves falling...Ah it is my favorite season. I love to sit on the front porch, wrapped in a warm coat, sipping a hot latte. Soon I will be craving the pumpkins for Halloween, prepping the turkey for Thanksgiving and looking ahead towards Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-3640989471078439650?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/3640989471078439650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=3640989471078439650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/3640989471078439650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/3640989471078439650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall.html' title='Fall...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SrjnfHXR6cI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sDHLer1l2V0/s72-c/free-pictures-fall-autumn-colors-leaves-Mexicanwave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-7271877304317740601</id><published>2009-09-18T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T17:05:07.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When did my life become...</title><content type='html'>a daytime soap opera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Midnight last night till now I have been a chicken with my head cut of ( or so I have been feeling ) I finished painting my room around 12 am and thought that was the end until the morning. Then I ended up waking several times during the night, not to mention the trip to the furniture store to get my new chair and ottoman and get an ETA on the matching sofa. ( I am #21 on the list ) So the couch I bought in August should be here by the 1st of October. Then came a quick trip to see the horses - to Target and Petsmart to get Moose an appt. for a possible infection in his left ear - Moe's for the greatest Taco salad - home to rearrage my living room for 2 hours until finally picking a decent arrangment ( which means I will start all over when teh couch arrives ) - off to Walmart for milk and soup ( feeling under the weather ) - quick stop at the gas station for cigs and then finally home where I have stayed for alomst an hour now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top all that off, the reason I have been so busy is the fact that family was coming in to town like they do once a month and had decided not to drive theirs cars but due to a new rule, you must have a FICO score of 535 or better to rent a car. Now my family doesn't have the greatest credit ( who does now a days ) so all the work I have done is pretty much for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no wait, I have just recived a text saying they are still coming and here I had given up and changed into jammies so off I go to do the dishes, a load of laundry, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness when do I get a break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: Ain't no Mountain High Enough - Diana Ross&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-7271877304317740601?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/7271877304317740601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=7271877304317740601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/7271877304317740601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/7271877304317740601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-did-my-life-become.html' title='When did my life become...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-8833802585535424016</id><published>2009-09-16T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:18:50.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glee'/><title type='text'>Wee....it's Glee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SrGACVN2oNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qO03AeL_E8Y/s1600-h/Glee_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 396px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382223807227797714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SrGACVN2oNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qO03AeL_E8Y/s400/Glee_logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a while now I have tried to avoid anything and everything that has to do with Ohio with a select few that I still like ( Cavs., snow, etc. ) because everytiem I turn around there is something new coming out of that state. And now there's Glee. I will happily watch the show endlessly even though it is out of the state I can't avoid. On in less than an hour...and I can't wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: Rehab - Glee Cast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-8833802585535424016?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/8833802585535424016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=8833802585535424016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/8833802585535424016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/8833802585535424016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/09/weeits-glee.html' title='Wee....it&apos;s Glee'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SrGACVN2oNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qO03AeL_E8Y/s72-c/Glee_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-1739853852369660770</id><published>2009-09-16T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T09:21:51.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trail ride'/><title type='text'>Oh the spiders!</title><content type='html'>So this past Sunday Luke and I went on our first trail ride and God what a mistake that was. Between the fallen trees ( which he refused to anywhere near ) to the brush covering the path forcing us to forge our own way, it was a nightmare. But then there was the spiders and when I say spiders, I mean SPIDERS!! Banana spider, weaver spiders, and hundreds of other species hanging from every branch, limb, or twig causing me to lay on the saddle horn for almost an hour just to avoid getting on me. I had to use the reins and my hat to swat them away so I could go under them. Once the path widened and turned to a nice grassy path, the other horses decided it would be a good chance to stretch their legs, only Jess couldn't run because she still has a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bruised&lt;/span&gt; ribcage but Roscoe didn't care. He took off with her holding on for dear life as Luke and I ran as fast as we could to get to her to help but by the time we reached her, she was already off and walking back to the trailer. So we walked back the 2 miles but that was the best part of the ride because I was now too short for the spiderwebs. My legs were shaking so hard by the time I clasped &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;against&lt;/span&gt; the trailer. All I wanted at that moment was a long hot shower, a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;monstrous&lt;/span&gt; hamburger ( because I skipped breakfast like an idiot ) and a gallon of water ( which I forgot to bring on the ride ). I have never been so happy to load up as I was that afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-1739853852369660770?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/1739853852369660770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=1739853852369660770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1739853852369660770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1739853852369660770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-spiders.html' title='Oh the spiders!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-2375979180736526345</id><published>2009-09-11T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:16:57.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thin'/><title type='text'>On thin ice</title><content type='html'>Between falling off my horse the first time I rode him, to traveling, writing, and general cleaning of the old homestead; I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; existed. Some days I am seriously considering hiring a housekeeper just so I can get a few extras hours of sleep. This averaging 3 hours a night and still having to plaster a smile on my face on the tough days can really wear a person thin and I am darn near see-through at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: Glee - Take a Bow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-2375979180736526345?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/2375979180736526345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=2375979180736526345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/2375979180736526345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/2375979180736526345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-thin-ice.html' title='On thin ice'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-4418890921845857612</id><published>2009-08-13T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T05:35:11.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprise'/><title type='text'>Pretty boy...</title><content type='html'>C and I's 5th anniversary is in a few weeks and as usual, I have no idea what to get him but he knew just what to get me. Meet my boy Luke. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369408435270362338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SoP4hgZGpOI/AAAAAAAAAOA/V75bm2MibMI/s400/luke3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night, as I was gobbling done my pork fried rice, C walks in and tells me we are going to a friends hosue for something. I groaned because I wasn't in the mood to leave the house but I went anyways. When we arrived, I didn't think anything was out of the ordinary until both guys went outside then called us out minutes later. There was C, who has never been on a horse, holding Luke. I was speechless and for anyone who knows me, that just never happens. I have spent the past few weeks searching for a new horse and he has been coordnating this whole surprise. I think I am still in shock and it's like a bubble waiting to pop. Well I better get a move on. Many things to buy, many things to do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-4418890921845857612?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/4418890921845857612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=4418890921845857612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/4418890921845857612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/4418890921845857612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/08/pretty-boy.html' title='Pretty boy...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SoP4hgZGpOI/AAAAAAAAAOA/V75bm2MibMI/s72-c/luke3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-4078943690423488075</id><published>2009-08-06T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:28:21.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food, food everywhere...</title><content type='html'>and not a bite to eat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most of my adult life I have been a picky eater. If there is nothing I want or that looks appetising, I generally will go without. Call me a child, I know. It is completely ridiculous to turn up your nose at something just because it isn't what you want. Tonight is a good example. I actually had to force myself to eat the food the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had cooked. I mean how pathetic is that. I was the one who prepared it, cooked it and then served it but when I actually sat down to eat it, I couldn't. Everyone else ate theirs happily and some even asked for seconds while I was still struggling through my first bite. As much as I was love to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;psycho&lt;/span&gt;-analyze myself, I have to catch my dog who has just jumped from the counter where I had placed the leftovers and is now hiding somewhere upstairs. Oh my life is so much fun sometimes. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: Complicated - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; Lynn Howard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-4078943690423488075?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/4078943690423488075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=4078943690423488075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/4078943690423488075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/4078943690423488075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/08/food-food-everywhere.html' title='Food, food everywhere...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-7237754311108756483</id><published>2009-08-05T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:40:31.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>Favorite quote at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Past is History, the Future a Mystery.&lt;br /&gt;But Today is a gift that's why its called the Present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: Sometimes Love Knocks You Down - Keli Hilson ft. Kayne West, Ne-Yo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-7237754311108756483?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/7237754311108756483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=7237754311108756483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/7237754311108756483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/7237754311108756483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/08/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-3965666479927234553</id><published>2009-08-04T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T05:08:37.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I feel much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: Use Somebody - Kings of Leon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-3965666479927234553?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/3965666479927234553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=3965666479927234553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/3965666479927234553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/3965666479927234553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/08/aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-1432050690080899633</id><published>2009-08-03T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T05:09:38.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blow out your candles...</title><content type='html'>My mother's birthday is just 3 days away now and I am a horrible daughter. I still haven't found the perfect gift, something I search for every year. I honestly don't think she will care if she receives anything at all seeing as how she will have all 3 of her children together for the first time in 6 years. My sister has been the only one to celebrate her birthday with her seeing as how I have lived in glorious Seattle and my brother has been hopping around the World; Germany, Israel, Iraq, Texas, Oklahoma, and finally Florida.&lt;br /&gt;To me the joy of having your friends and family around you is much greater of value than any gifts. Plus with my family you are never bored. I literally feel as if I live in a soap opera some days. But doesn't everyone feel like that from time to time? The only thing my life really lacks is adventure, the one thing I love the most. Oh enough woe-is-me, coffee's hot and Atonement is on. Is there a better way to start the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: I Have a Dream - Amanda Seyfried&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-1432050690080899633?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/1432050690080899633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=1432050690080899633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1432050690080899633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1432050690080899633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/08/blow-out-your-candles.html' title='Blow out your candles...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-6399149421854083683</id><published>2009-08-02T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T04:57:12.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Forgive Me?</title><content type='html'>Oh blog, it has been so long since I have visited you. Can you ever forgive me? I haven't neglected you on purpose, not really. No, I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;been&lt;/span&gt; writing. After the fury of a storm that I wrote my first book in, my mind has been a whirl with not one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;but two&lt;/span&gt; new books. It is rather challenging to write two at the same time but when I started the first, i could actually see what happened afterwards. There is this one part, in the 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;, where the story takes another twist and Katie, the main character is dancing with the man she loves when another takes her hand, spins her away and whispers in her ear. I can see it all. I can actually see the masked ball, the gowns, the candles glittering in the windows, the dresses; all of it. You have no idea how annoying it is to see two different movies running through your head because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; how I see them. I don't see them as book but movies running through my imagination. I know it is probably worthless pouring myself into these books but I can't seem to stop. Never in my life have I felt such a need to do something. Speaking of which, I had better clean my house before I start writing again. I hope all is well with everyone out there in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bloggy&lt;/span&gt; World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: So Close - Jon McLaughlin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-6399149421854083683?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/6399149421854083683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=6399149421854083683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/6399149421854083683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/6399149421854083683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/08/forgive-me.html' title='Forgive Me?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-7074036037491138699</id><published>2009-07-10T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T05:06:04.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and the 4th</title><content type='html'>I am done. I have finally finished a book. I still can't believe that it only took 3 weeks to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;write&lt;/span&gt; but that does say something. It either says the book sucks, or that I am a fast writer. I am hoping the latter. I did take a brief break for the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; but kept a notebook close by for spur of the moment thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was a basics family disaster. Everyone spent most of the day in two different states. We did come together briefly for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; party for my niece but then C and I had a huge fight and I ended up going alone. Again, we were all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;separated&lt;/span&gt;. Finally at 7:30 pm, we all came together at the 14&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; street pier in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Fernandina&lt;/span&gt;, FL. After a stunning sunset, we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;barbecued&lt;/span&gt; and then watched both St. Marys fireworks and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Fernandinas'&lt;/span&gt;. The night ended with a bang ( pun intended ) but I was still mad at C for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; the typical ass that he is. All in all not a bad night if you knew my family. There was only one fight, no kids got lost, no one forgot anything, and the bugs were only slightly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;noisome&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;post writing&lt;/span&gt; depression and am trying not to second guess ever word I wrote. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: The Storm - Garth Brooks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-7074036037491138699?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/7074036037491138699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=7074036037491138699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/7074036037491138699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/7074036037491138699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-and-4th.html' title='Life and the 4th'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-7752267612838849693</id><published>2009-06-25T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T08:43:11.004-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>Merlin - Pure Crap</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching the first 2 episodes of the new show Merlin and it just about killed me. I don't claim to be a history buff, but the legend of Arthur and his knights was a childhood favorite of mine. I could barely keep track of all the mistakes. I can only guess the shows purpose is to entertain and not stay even close to being accurate. From the castle, to the clothing style, to the people: it was one huge mess. the only thing that was right were the names. The thing I choked on the most was that Guenevere was the blacksmiths daughter, not the lady of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eveness&lt;/span&gt;. Then comes the castle, which looked more like a 16&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century castle than a 9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; in which Arthur supposedly lived. I doubt I will watch it again. I hate to see something I love, like Arthur and his Knights, &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;massacred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like they were. I know Arthur is a legend but that doesn't give the writers the right to ruin such a beloved story. If you liked it, well good for you. I personally can not watch it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-7752267612838849693?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/7752267612838849693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=7752267612838849693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/7752267612838849693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/7752267612838849693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/06/merlin-pure-crap.html' title='Merlin - Pure Crap'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-1041690539534912247</id><published>2009-06-19T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:08:59.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>As many know I have an insatable hunger for books, any and all. I am currently re-reading Daught of Fortune. Written beautifully by Isabll Allende I literally feel like I am watching Eliza grow up in 19th century Chile. If you haven't read it yet, I highly recommend it. I read it first when I was a sopohmore in high school and have loved it since.  I'd say it is one of my top 5.  2nd place to Pride and Predjudice. No book has ever beaten my 1st love, Jane Eyre though. I don't think any book ever will. In 3rd place is Siddaharta, followed by Animal Farm and then finally by Daughter of Fortune. As you can see by the short list, I love to explore every aspect of literature. I also love any recommdations. Favorite author is by far Jane Austen. Well time to dive back in and immerse myself in the world of Eliza Sommers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-1041690539534912247?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/1041690539534912247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=1041690539534912247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1041690539534912247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1041690539534912247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/06/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-7711945467706620805</id><published>2009-06-14T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T06:08:55.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Been a while</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I have done a blog about all the random things in my life. So here is another one. I do this a lot when I am bored, just write at random I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to start college. Just don't like the idea of only choosing one career for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream job - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Egyptologist&lt;/span&gt; who writes for National Geographic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top places in the world to visit ( in my dreams at least ) Egypt, Asia, Botswana, Chile, Italy, Greece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read Jane Eyre so many times that my book is literally falling apart. It is breaking my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am terrified of falling from a horse but that has never stopped me from riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is nice at night. Winter is great for the snow. But Fall, fall is the greatest season of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always hate my hair the day after I get a hair cut. Never looks the same as it did when they trim it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time since I was 15 my hair is my natural color. Forgot how much red shines through in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear my freckles will take over my body leaving me permanently tanned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt; Panda is one of my favorite movies. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Skidoosh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moose, my dog, looks stranger everyday. I am now truly stumped to his breeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I won a million dollars, I would pay off my mom's house, buy her a new car, donate half to charity and then invest the rest in a secure fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of having a book published. Just knowing something you created is out there for the world to see would be enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it. I think it will have to do for now at least. Enjoy this simmering Summer day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-7711945467706620805?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/7711945467706620805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=7711945467706620805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/7711945467706620805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/7711945467706620805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/06/been-while.html' title='Been a while'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-8549496756180947623</id><published>2009-06-13T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T14:01:36.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreaming'/><title type='text'>If I....</title><content type='html'>If I could be anything... An &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Egyptologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could go anywhere...Asia&lt;br /&gt;If I could have any car....Aston Martin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DB&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;If I could live anywhere....a large farm in the country surrounded by rolling hills and pastures&lt;br /&gt;If I could meet anyone ( living or dead )...Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;If I could do one thing... go on a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;traditional&lt;/span&gt; fox hunt&lt;br /&gt;If I could have one animal... A &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thoroughbred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;If I could see anything in real life... Rome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;If I could go on any TV show... Top Gear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could speak any language...Italian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I could think of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-8549496756180947623?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/8549496756180947623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=8549496756180947623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/8549496756180947623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/8549496756180947623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-i.html' title='If I....'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-1370895278208119016</id><published>2009-06-13T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T13:53:34.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambles'/><title type='text'>Oh Bother</title><content type='html'>I am beginning to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sympathize&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Eeyore&lt;/span&gt; on the grand scale of life. For a few glorious days, the ideas were flowing freely like an endless wave that never seemed to cease. Sadly it has. I just stare at the computer hoping something, anything will come. Why is it so easy ( or appearing to be) for others but I can't seem to write down a single word? Not that I have a deadline or anything but it is still frustrating. I have instead been re-watching last season of the Tudors ( goodness )  and stumbling onto movies such as I Capture the Castle and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;North&lt;/span&gt; and South. Both very good if I may say. It also helps that both of these movies had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; men in them. Castle had the ever easy to stare at Henry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cavill&lt;/span&gt; while North and South had the lesser known ( at least to me ) Richard &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Armitage&lt;/span&gt;. Something about tall handsome British men. Oh swoon...&lt;br /&gt;       This afternoon I had the strongest urge to walk in the woods while listening to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DeBussey&lt;/span&gt;. Sadly, I could not. Prior duties called first and by the time I had finished the sun was beating down to much, even in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;shadiest&lt;/span&gt; parts of the woods. Maybe in my dreams tonight I will laying in a large meadow, surrounded by the most beautiful wildflowers watching the clouds pass overhead. One can only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Movie Quote : Here's looking at you, Kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-1370895278208119016?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/1370895278208119016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=1370895278208119016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1370895278208119016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1370895278208119016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-bother.html' title='Oh Bother'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-1004653171659886401</id><published>2009-06-12T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T05:27:39.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Cold</title><content type='html'>Suffering from an endless cold. I have been meaning to wirte something here but just didn't have the strength, barely able to leave the couch for a few days. Hope all is well out there in blogger world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-1004653171659886401?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/1004653171659886401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=1004653171659886401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1004653171659886401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1004653171659886401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/06/cold.html' title='Cold'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-931927571225631776</id><published>2009-06-02T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:30:07.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>Summer has swept in the South like a storm. The heat lingers in the air hours after the sun has vanished over the trees. The only time you have a brief relief from the heat is when the winds usher in the daily thunderstorm. The time of pools and beaches has begun again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-931927571225631776?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/931927571225631776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=931927571225631776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/931927571225631776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/931927571225631776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-4576462046589272964</id><published>2009-05-25T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T17:54:25.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fox hunting'/><title type='text'>Traditions.</title><content type='html'>We in the South proud ourselves on keeping the traditions of our ancestor alive and well. One of the time honored traditions is the fox hunt, though many years ago we did away with the fox ( to cruel ) and instead have gone to dry hunting. I have found some pictures I would like to share with you all. Enjoy. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339929043833030002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Shs9LFd1hXI/AAAAAAAAAN4/U2wngcl__48/s400/565_fox202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339929039033835554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Shs9KzlnoCI/AAAAAAAAANw/fYGyg0d01Vg/s400/556_ellis-10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339929040997115394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Shs9K65s5gI/AAAAAAAAANo/gETIxtI_mJs/s400/540_ellis-41.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339929037936075586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Shs9Kvf5I0I/AAAAAAAAANg/npwVSXocn8c/s400/540_ellis-12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am looking back in time with the beautiful house Middleton &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Plantation&lt;/span&gt; as a backdrop for the horses. A truly beautiful picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-4576462046589272964?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/4576462046589272964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=4576462046589272964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/4576462046589272964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/4576462046589272964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/05/traditions.html' title='Traditions.'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Shs9LFd1hXI/AAAAAAAAAN4/U2wngcl__48/s72-c/565_fox202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-5035569584273088552</id><published>2009-05-17T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T10:37:20.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><title type='text'>Leap of Faith</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if I have posted this already or not but it is so funny ( if you get the irony ) I don't mind a repeat. A few months ago at the Atlantis Resort in Bermuda a shark died after jumping from it's enclosure and becoming trapped in a pool below. The pool it was found in was the end of the slide the shark had jumped onto. The slide's name - the &lt;strong&gt;Leap of Faith&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh the irony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy that as much as I do! Poor shark though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: Have a Little Faith in Me - Mandy Moore &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Couldn't resist. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-5035569584273088552?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/5035569584273088552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=5035569584273088552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/5035569584273088552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/5035569584273088552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/05/leap-of-faith.html' title='Leap of Faith'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-4580318295219326817</id><published>2009-05-13T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:05:09.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laugh'/><title type='text'>TFLN - Texts From Last Night</title><content type='html'>On my daily scan of Lemondrop ( on AOL ) I came across a link for a site where thousands of texts from the night before are displayed for all the read ( laughing at hysterically ) I will now share some of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; I don't know where I am but the food in the fridge is awesome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ok shes still asleep, should I pee on her and say she did it herself? and by the time you respond to this I'll probably have already made the decision. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you had to guess, would you say that as a species, midgets are more or less flammable the humans? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used a bag of wine as a pillow last night. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the new term for fart is butt boxing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends don't let friends screw ugly girls. WALK AWAY FROM HER!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So I was just driving high and stopped to let a pinecone cross the road because I thought it was a hedgehog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put your butt on the phone this is a booty call&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I once took so much ecstacy I tried to hug a fire.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I puked a lego&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's 8:30 and I'm drinking...this is a new low.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what did you think? The one about midgets I starred at for a few seconds wondering how drunk you must be to not remember midgets are humans or did they mean maggots? Oh well. I will add the link so you can enjoy all the post. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.textsfromlastnight.com/"&gt;http://www.textsfromlastnight.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAPPY WEDNESDAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: Scotty Doesn't Know - Lustra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-4580318295219326817?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/4580318295219326817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=4580318295219326817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/4580318295219326817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/4580318295219326817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/05/tfln-texts-from-last-night.html' title='TFLN - Texts From Last Night'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-244695256305081344</id><published>2009-05-13T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T05:03:13.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storm'/><title type='text'>The Storm</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, as I was exiting my Jeep. I turned and was faced by one of the most beautiful storms I have ever seen. The clouds formed one huge wall that stretched for miles. All along the wall the clouds looked as if someone had taken a paint brush and swept that paint back causing this gentle sweeping appearance in the clouds. I quickly pulled out my phone and began snapping pictures, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt; everyone else around me was staring wondering what the hell I was doing. Why would it be so weird for a girl to take a few pictures of an stunning natural sight? If I could only figure out how to get the pictures off my phone, I would then be able to share with you. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;techy&lt;/span&gt; gene skipped over me in my family, while for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: Change - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Deftones&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-244695256305081344?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/244695256305081344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=244695256305081344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/244695256305081344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/244695256305081344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/05/storm.html' title='The Storm'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-1519321136703083677</id><published>2009-05-09T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T15:18:29.389-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacuum'/><title type='text'>Get what you pay for</title><content type='html'>I just spent the past 4 hours trying to revive my Dyson. When I first got it, it was the greatest vacuum I have ever own. Who know it would be taken down by bean bag filling. The fluff was too small for the bin and too big for the filter so they all jammed into the machine. I am covered in tiny white fluff balls. I look as if I just walked through a snow storm, only the snow isn't melting. Luck to say I have brought life back into the vacuum. I actually screamed " It's Alive " and then proceeded to dance around the machine. I feel rather proud of myself. Sure I had a break down in the middle but who wouldn't after spending that much on the damn thing. Needless to say the one who empty the bean bag is now locked up. Damn dog!!!! Time for a brownie. My own victory treat. Ta-ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-1519321136703083677?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/1519321136703083677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=1519321136703083677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1519321136703083677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1519321136703083677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/05/get-what-you-pay-for.html' title='Get what you pay for'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-4528527316579315668</id><published>2009-05-08T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:34:45.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fireflies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Fireflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SgTPkX9t_2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/JA7QWRE7DL8/s1600-h/23522284_8c2d65d025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333616082528632674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SgTPkX9t_2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/JA7QWRE7DL8/s400/23522284_8c2d65d025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-4528527316579315668?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/4528527316579315668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=4528527316579315668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/4528527316579315668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/4528527316579315668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/05/fireflies.html' title='Fireflies'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SgTPkX9t_2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/JA7QWRE7DL8/s72-c/23522284_8c2d65d025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-2516719232697476902</id><published>2009-05-08T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:31:38.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><title type='text'>Spring is ending</title><content type='html'>Summer is one of my favorite seasons of the year, after Autumn of course. There is nothing like summer time in the South. I dream of the days when I had a lemonade stand on the side of my drive way and would hand out cups to all my friends. In the evenings I would run through the woods that spread behind my house like a great green lake catching fireflies and playing pirates among the sea of leaves. Summertime is the time of children, the time when trees are great monster that must be defeated by climbing to the highest bough. Where imaginations run wild. I plan this summer to regain some of that childishness by renting a house on Lake &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moultrie&lt;/span&gt; and enjoying the sun. It is times like these that I wish I still had my horse. The cool morning air would blow past my face as we ran through the woods, my heart pounding as I pretended I was some heroine in an Austen novel rushing to the man I loved. By the way for those who didn't know I am a huge Austen fan. I love every one of her novels and am watching Sense and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sensibility&lt;/span&gt; right now. Above all of her works my favorite is Pride and Prejudice. I have watched the movie a million times and know the words by heart. I always saw myself as Jane, the sweet shy girl whose heart is stolen away and then crushed. How many times I stood &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;watching&lt;/span&gt; the same thing happen to me. Like Jane in the end the one I loved the most fought for me and we have been together ever since ( almost 5 years now. ) Damn I am rambling again. I need a switch in my brain that shuts off the wild and random thoughts that bounce around in there. Well movies almost over and then it's off the read in bed for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: American Sweethearts - Fall Out Boy ( I think ) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-2516719232697476902?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/2516719232697476902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=2516719232697476902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/2516719232697476902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/2516719232697476902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring-is-ending.html' title='Spring is ending'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-7166471837994302101</id><published>2009-05-07T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:57:02.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><title type='text'>Ghosts of the Past</title><content type='html'>The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;previous&lt;/span&gt; past made me think more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; the past than normal ( but then again I think about the past a good majority of the day. ) Why am I so haunted by my past? Why can't I let the what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;if's&lt;/span&gt; or the could have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;been's&lt;/span&gt; go? Am I doomed to forever regret?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-7166471837994302101?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/7166471837994302101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=7166471837994302101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/7166471837994302101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/7166471837994302101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/05/ghosts-of-past.html' title='Ghosts of the Past'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-16525471834158057</id><published>2009-05-07T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:57:47.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>So....</title><content type='html'>I am feeling kind of odd right now. Generally I love to read but have ran out of anything interesting to read. One of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; books is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Siddaharta&lt;/span&gt; but you can only read it some many times. So I am reduced to digging through the boxes of books I still have piled in my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;closet&lt;/span&gt; to find something that might be fun to read. Well, C saw me doing this and in his own sweet way came up with a solution. A friend of his at work give him the whole Harry Potter series in hardback no less ). Now I find this really funny since I have seen most of the movies but never read the books which is something I never do. I also find this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; in Aug 1999 while on layover in Dallas I saw this book in the airport shop and started flipping &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; it. I was hooked but didn't have the funds to buy it. When I arrived in Seattle I asked my mom for the book but soon forgot about it completely with the death of my Gran. I never got a chance to get the book before the series become popular and once that happens I tend to not read them. I did in however get the first Nicholas Sparks book I ever read ( A Walk to Remember ) and quickly passed it on to all my friends who became addicted as while. Needless to say as the years passed I never forgot about that book in the airport. I told this once to C and his reply was " Well here's your chance." Things like that remind me why I love him so much. So that's it. My ramble for the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-16525471834158057?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/16525471834158057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=16525471834158057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/16525471834158057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/16525471834158057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/05/so.html' title='So....'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-6505190363546537704</id><published>2009-05-05T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:52:00.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>The big 24!</title><content type='html'>Today is my 24&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. I'm not really celebrating today. I had the best birthday gift anyone could ask for though. My brother who I haven't seen in over a year took me out for some drinks. I learned some things about his time in Iraq I could have gladly lived without knowing ( caused some tears and fears which made me guzzle more drinks than normal. ) but he is home and safe and sound now. That is all I can ask for. Hope everyone has a great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cinco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Mayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is how much of a dork I am. The only thing I asked for as a gift is Spore the game. ( and I got it. Completely &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; already and only had it a few hours. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-6505190363546537704?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/6505190363546537704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=6505190363546537704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/6505190363546537704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/6505190363546537704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-24.html' title='The big 24!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-8047066991916627494</id><published>2009-04-29T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:04:57.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello inner child</title><content type='html'>I am finding it extremely funny that I just put all of the Harry Potter series on my book shelf ( given to me as a early birthday present ) next to Kafka and Orwell ( among others ). Can these books be anymore different? Soon I hope to add yet another book to my vast collection, Descartes' Bones by Russel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shorto&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have had the strangest quote stuck in my head most of the day.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;strong&gt; " Here's looking at you kid." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd isn't it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: Cowgirls Don't Cry - Brooks &amp;amp; Dunn feat. Reba &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McEntire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-8047066991916627494?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/8047066991916627494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=8047066991916627494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/8047066991916627494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/8047066991916627494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-inner-child.html' title='Hello inner child'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-7504061095503568779</id><published>2009-04-29T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:08:10.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>The Ticking Clock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SfiJa5TshjI/AAAAAAAAAM4/0gKa523TMkA/s1600-h/candles.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330161254146016818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SfiJa5TshjI/AAAAAAAAAM4/0gKa523TMkA/s400/candles.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a few days to go before my 24th birthday. God I feel so old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-7504061095503568779?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/7504061095503568779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=7504061095503568779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/7504061095503568779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/7504061095503568779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/04/ticking-clock.html' title='The Ticking Clock.'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SfiJa5TshjI/AAAAAAAAAM4/0gKa523TMkA/s72-c/candles.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-819413756479546220</id><published>2009-04-21T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:21:18.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Stress and Dreams</title><content type='html'>I have been feeling so stressed out these past few days. No reason for it really, but it is still there. With the stress has come some of the strangest dreams I think I have ever had. There is this one, that you probably don't care about but I will tell you anyways. Maybe it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; help end the endless dream. In the dream I am Alice from Alice in Wonderland ( one of my favorite books by the way ) and I am falling down the rabbit hole. Only it never ends, I just keep falling. Deeper and deeper into darkness I fall. What does it mean? Could it be a metaphor of the stress I am feeling and living it out in my dreams? Do I feel like I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;spiraling&lt;/span&gt; endlessly into depression? Also with the dreams has come the uncontrollable urge to smoke. I was ashamed of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; when I went through almost an entire pack in one day! I have never done that before but then again I was also around other people and for some reason I feel compelled to keep up with them. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; this one woman smoked endlessly with me right along side her attempting to keep up. I admit I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;succumbed&lt;/span&gt; to peer pressure even when it didn't really exist. The worst thing is is that with each one I smoked I felt sicker and sicker but still kept going. I have learned over the years that the max I can handle &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;generally&lt;/span&gt; in one day is 6 unless I am drinking. That song &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;She Only Smokes When She Drinks&lt;/span&gt; is my mantra except it should be &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;he Only Smokes a Pack When She Drinks&lt;/span&gt;. See stress is even making me ramble on about a whole lot of nothingness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: Tracy Chapman - Fast Car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-819413756479546220?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/819413756479546220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=819413756479546220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/819413756479546220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/819413756479546220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/04/stress-and-dreams.html' title='Stress and Dreams'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-9025117673753459525</id><published>2009-04-17T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:11:54.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Spring is in the air</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SejUbJiBt8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/pgNy0aCWdPc/s1600-h/woodland_tulip_field_2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325740122245806018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SejUbJiBt8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/pgNy0aCWdPc/s400/woodland_tulip_field_2007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-9025117673753459525?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/9025117673753459525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=9025117673753459525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/9025117673753459525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/9025117673753459525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-is-in-air.html' title='Spring is in the air'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SejUbJiBt8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/pgNy0aCWdPc/s72-c/woodland_tulip_field_2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-2395723631166373283</id><published>2009-04-17T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:08:56.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza'/><title type='text'>Headaches</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had one of those headaches that actually makes you want to crawl in a deep dark hole? I have had one all day! I have tried several different things to calm the pain but so far nothing has worked. But I can't hide away all day so I have pushed through the pain ( sadly which is not making me a stronger person. ) Just too much to do today. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;donned&lt;/span&gt; a hat and sunglasses to run to the store and pick up so new mulch since the assholes I call my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HOA&lt;/span&gt; sent me a letter stating I needed to buy new mulch ( after having &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;removing&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hideous&lt;/span&gt; old mulch ) or I would be fined. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so I agree that there needs to be some rules on your lawn but come on! To fine me for not having the money to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; replace the mulch is going to far. Plus the fact that every house has mulch makes me feel I am living in a cookie cutter &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;neighborhood&lt;/span&gt;. Every house looks the same. Blah! Give me so differences. That's the spice of life. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Uniqueness&lt;/span&gt;. Now in my anger I hav eruined the pizza dough for my homemade taco pizza and C is having to fix it. Thank god for him. I would strave without his quick thinking. Time to chop the veggies. I can't wait. Counting down to taco pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: Mouth - Bush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-2395723631166373283?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/2395723631166373283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=2395723631166373283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/2395723631166373283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/2395723631166373283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/04/headaches.html' title='Headaches'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-4187181854995804711</id><published>2009-04-17T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T06:12:53.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>Boredom, YEAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where EXACTLY were you when you entered 2009?&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; At sister's drinking around a bonefire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You just drank 15 shots,what would you be doing? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ordering another round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with and what about? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No one that I can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your last job interview for? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5 ½ years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate the last person you kissed? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gray lounge pants and Vintage Harvard tee ( my favorite jammies )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever licked someone's cheek or forehead? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you last throw up and where? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Two days ago from bad food. In the bathroom of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever flown on an airplane? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you carry with you at all time? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cell, I pod, chapstick, wallet, cigs and lighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will your next kiss be a mistake? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened at 9:00 am today? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Probably I will be sitting on my couch drinking a cup of coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed anyone whose name started with a D? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person to send you a message on myspace? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you waiting for something? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 8 am this morning? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thinking about getting up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want a different hair style? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Good yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you spend a lot of time with your parents? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A good amount&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you flip your pillow to the cold side? Of course&lt;br /&gt;What woke you up this morning? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kiddos and sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you eaten sushi? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Too many to count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made your day today? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nothing so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time last year, were you single? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think "what if" about anything? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everyone does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person of the opposite sex you had a conversation with? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does any part of your body hurt right now? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something was wrong, who is the first girl you would go to? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the first boy you'd go to? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like where you live? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No hate the HOA with a passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen you in your underwear, other than mom? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been backstabbed by a friend? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the last person you held hands with mean something to you? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you be doing in an hour? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring or summer? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you watch Spongebob? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who lives in a pineapple under the sea…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked someone who all your friends hate? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused about anything? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer to call or text someone? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Text&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you friends with any of your exes? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about change? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Change is constant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you friends with your neighbors? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sort of and only on one side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last January, were you single? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Couldn’t say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people ever think you're older/younger than you actually are?&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think girls truly understand boys?&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people are you texting?Right now?&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy right now?&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes just not happy I’m awake right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is someone ignoring you?&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you had a baby with the last person you texted?&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That would be impossible and incredible&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;creepy, She’s my sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-4187181854995804711?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/4187181854995804711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=4187181854995804711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/4187181854995804711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/4187181854995804711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/04/boredom-yeah.html' title='Boredom, YEAH'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-710202608453441726</id><published>2009-04-13T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:28:06.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>I love you Beth Cooper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SePYW77LUYI/AAAAAAAAAMo/O_hLBUFk6nI/s1600-h/beth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 86px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324337073036677506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SePYW77LUYI/AAAAAAAAAMo/O_hLBUFk6nI/s400/beth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read the book a few weeks ago and thought it would make a hiliarous movie. Today it was a preview on a movie. I about flew out of my seat and did a happy dance. I can't wait to see it. I laughed from cover to cover and no doubt will be laughing all the way through the movie too. June is so long away. Ugh, I hate waiting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-710202608453441726?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/710202608453441726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=710202608453441726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/710202608453441726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/710202608453441726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-you-beth-cooper.html' title='I love you Beth Cooper'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SePYW77LUYI/AAAAAAAAAMo/O_hLBUFk6nI/s72-c/beth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-3905318059352252027</id><published>2009-04-11T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:08:57.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SeFNE791IAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2fjlkPhJ-Wo/s1600-h/tudors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323620981740478466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SeFNE791IAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2fjlkPhJ-Wo/s400/tudors.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Henry Cavill - yummy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-3905318059352252027?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/3905318059352252027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=3905318059352252027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/3905318059352252027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/3905318059352252027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/04/um.html' title='Um....'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SeFNE791IAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2fjlkPhJ-Wo/s72-c/tudors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-7616480459378565812</id><published>2009-04-11T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:07:48.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radnom'/><title type='text'>Me.</title><content type='html'>Thought I'd share same things that I think describe me pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book lover, Coffee addict, Travel junkie, Outdoorsie obsessed, Moose mama, TV surfer, Wii gamer, Twit sender, Joke teller, Smile sharer, Shoulder lender, Movie goer, Nervous Driver, Simply Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would love to know some things that describe you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-7616480459378565812?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/7616480459378565812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=7616480459378565812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/7616480459378565812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/7616480459378565812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/04/me.html' title='Me.'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-2628965530176825307</id><published>2009-04-11T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:33:10.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kings'/><title type='text'>Kings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SeE2nIqcznI/AAAAAAAAAMY/boBIPX7wsY8/s1600-h/kings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323596280496967282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SeE2nIqcznI/AAAAAAAAAMY/boBIPX7wsY8/s400/kings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I sat down and watched the first 4 episodes of the show and now am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chomping&lt;/span&gt; at the bit for more. At first I thought it was just well written but the more I watched the more i started to put the pieces together. By the second I started to see subtle hints to real life crisis going on now. The imaginary war between &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gilboa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gath&lt;/span&gt; seemed incredible like the war between &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Palestine&lt;/span&gt; and Israel. With a peace treaty on the show resulting in the release of a strip of land that had been taken from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gath&lt;/span&gt;. Now I thought this was actually kind of refreshing. Here was a show pointing out the real problems in our world without &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;acutally&lt;/span&gt; spelling it right out. What else I thought was clever, not sure if they wrote it this way or not, but the main star &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;, who slayed Goliath in the first episode, is a modern day King &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;biblical&lt;/span&gt; times. Do you think the writers were clever enough to write a show about a king and then use modern day struggles in the land he once ruled as a basis of the show? I would like to give them the credit if they did. Hopefully they can keep the well written show going for longer than one season. I am tried of all the cookie cutter shows that are on now. I mean how many &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt; and Law and Order do we need? Let's hope this is a trend that will last a long time, fresh brilliant shows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-2628965530176825307?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/2628965530176825307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=2628965530176825307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/2628965530176825307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/2628965530176825307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/04/kings.html' title='Kings'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SeE2nIqcznI/AAAAAAAAAMY/boBIPX7wsY8/s72-c/kings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-6708790029802367383</id><published>2009-04-06T09:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T06:45:35.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Today, Tomorrow, Future</title><content type='html'>Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is today’s date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;April 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the first thing that happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EJ&lt;/span&gt; woke me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Who was the first person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best thing that happened so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hubs surprised me with chick &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What was the best thing you've eaten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;See above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Whats the worst thing you've eaten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Stale cheerios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Khaki &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;capris&lt;/span&gt; with vintage Harvard tee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What did you buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Birthday cards for step-mom, Easter dress for L, and a box of junior mints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best song you heard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Girls Just wanna have fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What's the funniest thing that happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Moose slid into the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW:&lt;br /&gt;Whats tomorrow's date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;April 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Got any plans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hubs is off so we’ll just hang around the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything you HAVE to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Grocery shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you going to be with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hubs, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EJ&lt;/span&gt;, and L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What would you like to get accomplished?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Weeding the garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you definitely going to talk to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;MIL - her dog of 15 years just passed away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you have to go to school/work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;FUTURE:&lt;br /&gt;Who do you want to marry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The man of my dreams, of wait already did that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cumberland Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;On the riverbank at sunset in August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to settle down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tennessee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Whats your dream job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Veterinarian / &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Egyptologist&lt;/span&gt; / Writer for National Geographic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How many kids do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want your kid's names to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Georgia or Savannah for a girl / Hudson or Cooper for a boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you want to have kids early or later on in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What kind of house do you want to live in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Simple two story farmhouse with a wrap around porch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What kind of car do you want to drive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;2010 Chevy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Camaro&lt;/span&gt; in Victory Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many and what kind of pets do you want to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;2 cows, 4 horses, dozen chickens, some fainting goats, and Moose of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Where do you want to go to college (If you haven't already)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UGA&lt;/span&gt; - go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dawgs&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/8478766473715250841-6708790029802367383?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/6708790029802367383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=6708790029802367383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/6708790029802367383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/6708790029802367383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-tomorrow-future.html' title='Today, Tomorrow, Future'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-7694070624478155405</id><published>2009-04-05T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:02:51.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blip.fm</title><content type='html'>A strange new way to share online. But instead of share thoughts or random &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yippty&lt;/span&gt;-yap, you share music. You dive head first into the world and explore what music everyone likes. I really like it. I always wonder about what type of music other people listen too and now I can find out. Have already sent out some of my basic selection that I think everyone should hear. Give it a try, you may like it Sam I am. ( Couldn't help it. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-7694070624478155405?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/7694070624478155405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=7694070624478155405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/7694070624478155405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/7694070624478155405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/04/blipfm.html' title='Blip.fm'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-1956701838634389257</id><published>2009-04-04T15:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:42:00.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuttiness'/><title type='text'>The Joys of Motherhood.</title><content type='html'>My mood for most of the day has been calm after the Chaos that I call morning. Everything started off usual. EJ had he's breakfast while Princess chomped on CocoPuff's in the playroom and I enjoyed my 2nd cup of heaven ( coffee ) Shortly after 9 though all Hell broke loose in my house. EJ has just begun crawling and exploring the house. While I was busy cleaning up the latest Moose explosion, EJ crawled into the pantry and while trying to stand up, he ripped the bag of dog food almost completely apart. ( for a 7 1/2 month old he is incredible strong. ) Moose heard the spill and went flying across the house to the mess. I took  off running as I saw EJ sticking bits of kibble into his mouth, didn't see the spilled water bowl and slid into the wall. Luckily EJ found the kibble tasted gross and spit it out. Princess pried the dog away long enough for me to shut the door and block access to the kibble. So you had me on the floor crying, EJ play patty cake in the water and Princess screaming because the dog had a hold of her dress and was trying to play tug a war. All while this is going on, C is upstairs sleeping. I hate when he works 2nd shift. Oh well, How was your day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: That's My Life - Roomful of Blues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-1956701838634389257?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/1956701838634389257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=1956701838634389257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1956701838634389257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1956701838634389257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/04/joys-of-motherhood.html' title='The Joys of Motherhood.'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-1253333051131854220</id><published>2009-04-03T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:57:07.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fool'/><title type='text'>April Fool's Day</title><content type='html'>I know I am 2 days late but I wonder if anyone played a joke or not? I was planning and pranking my family and saying I was preggo again but after I thought about it long and hard, wasn't going to be the best idea. See I have 2 kids already and have no plans now or ever to have another but my sister is trying desperatly to have a 2nd. She has tried for years without any sign of hope. As much of a shock it would have been to my family I held it in and only told C I was preggo again. I wis I had a camera for his face. I about died of laughter but then felt really bad when I saw that he thought I was being serious. Hope everyone else got at least one chuckle out of the Day of Fools ( which is everyday at my house. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: Fool - Leeann Womack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-1253333051131854220?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/1253333051131854220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=1253333051131854220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1253333051131854220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1253333051131854220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fools-day.html' title='April Fool&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-3037816976205354365</id><published>2009-04-01T13:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:07:57.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Rundown.</title><content type='html'>I haven't really posted anything worthwhile in a while ( not really having anything to post ) So I thought I would give &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; a run down of my rather busy week last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Finished packing for the trip to GA. Loaded the bags in the car only to have to unload them less than an hour later to find the hairbrush I had buried at the bottom of a bag. Loaded car once again. Took care of the laundry, cleaned up pile upon pile of Moose's gifts and then around 9 pm got a bit of dinner before falling asleep on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Loaded the car with the last remains of my house ( need to learn to pack lightly ) Moose, the kiddos, and myself. Hit the road around 1 pm since C got off work early. Half an hour in dying for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cig&lt;/span&gt; as the dog was biting my foot and the kiddos were driving me insane. Arrived at the house around 5 ( I hate car rides by the way ) to find everyone at work and nothing in the fridge to eat. Had dinner at Sisters house ( Thank god for her ) Got to bed around 2 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Did nothing and I mean &lt;strong&gt;Nothing&lt;/strong&gt; all day! Love having family around to take care of everything. I enjoyed the break. Went out to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bonzai&lt;/span&gt; ( the fireplace as J calls it ) but sadly forgot to order sushi :( Fall asleep at ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sun burnt&lt;/span&gt; while watching a very old friend's oldest play baseball ( has faded to the first tan of the year ) Afterwards we all went skating, something I haven't done in 7+ years but was impressed I could still look pretty good while doing it. ( Didn't even fall once ). Dinner with the family again before heading out for a long over-do Girls Night. 2 shots of the evil tequila and 4 beers later, stumbled in bed around 1 ( called it an early night ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Enjoyed a rare family meal with my Dad. He makes the most delicious stuffed mushrooms ( mouth-watering at the thought ) then got chased by the ducks he has decided to semi-adopt by feeding them. Enjoyed one of the most beautiful sunsets I have seen in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Repacked the car, said the goodbyes and hit the road by 11. Minor chaos on the road home and reached it in record time. Checked the countless accounts I had before giving everything a good long bath before bed. Sat for 4 hours and watched everything I had recorded knowing I wouldn't be able to watch while away. Fell asleep on the couch again. ( Seems to becoming a habit of mine )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Waited all day for the flipping rain to come. It finally arrived &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shortly&lt;/span&gt; after nightfall. A &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt; joy in life for me to sit on the porch and listen to the rain on the roof. In bed early ( if only I had fallen asleep early. Woke up at 1 when C came home. Rocked &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EJ&lt;/span&gt; back to sleep and finally got back to sleep around 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday _ Up a around 6 for a very busy day. Fought my way through the very busy grocery store ( love the military payday ). Finally worked up the strength to bring Gypsy home ( made the odd but hard decision to cremate her. She will always have a place in our hearts. ) Now enjoy a brief moment of calm before the storm. ( literally and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;figuratively&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it, edited roughly, My week. How was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;your's&lt;/span&gt;?     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: Sex on Fire - Kings of Leon   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-3037816976205354365?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/3037816976205354365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=3037816976205354365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/3037816976205354365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/3037816976205354365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/04/rundown.html' title='Rundown.'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-1169463959555444321</id><published>2009-03-30T14:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:02:47.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Walking through the Past</title><content type='html'>The past is the one thing that seems to go with me no matter how far I run from it. It's my new shadow. When ever I go see my family I feel like I am litterally walking through a door into the Past. The child I had hidden away comes rushing out. I want to run wildly through the woods behind my house, laughing, letting the wind carry me away. I want to lay on the banks of the river and fall asleep. So many things the child wants to do but no longer can. Life comes and smacks me in the face waking me from the dream-like world I had sunk into. Now sitting here on my couch I am surrounded by the mix feelings of the past and present. So much left undone and so much still to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: From Where I'm Standing - Schuyler Fisk &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-1169463959555444321?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/1169463959555444321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=1169463959555444321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1169463959555444321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1169463959555444321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/03/walking-through-past.html' title='Walking through the Past'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-173899335695123855</id><published>2009-03-24T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:22:00.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>Blah Day</title><content type='html'>I feel awful for neglecting the blog but I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; to blog about. Every day has been rolling together. I am stuck in a constant circle with no right turn out. I spent most of the morning watching movies and then the afternoon surfing the web for nothing much at all. It's really hard to find things when you don't know what you are looking for. And in between doing that and staring at the ceiling I nibbled on some cookies ( very bad for a diet ) and spent a whopping 45 minutes flipping through the guide finding nothing to watch. Oh I have such an exciting life. How about you all? How was your day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: My Life Would Suck Without You - Kelly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-173899335695123855?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/173899335695123855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=173899335695123855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/173899335695123855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/173899335695123855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/03/blah-day.html' title='Blah Day'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-3904360863012652642</id><published>2009-03-20T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T07:06:31.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Couldn't think of anything.</title><content type='html'>What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Watching Grey’s on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you take your ex back?&lt;br /&gt;God no. He was a dick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face?&lt;br /&gt;Just last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did your last kiss mean anything?&lt;br /&gt;They all mean something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long was your last phone call?&lt;br /&gt;An hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you get a new comment on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any friends whose first language was not English?&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pictures do you have saved on your computer?&lt;br /&gt;364 and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched a movie drunk ?&lt;br /&gt;A few and that made them all much better. ( &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kung&lt;/span&gt; Pow: Enter the Fist is very good drunk )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;No. Love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t come easily. You have to work to find it and work to keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to wear sweat pants ?&lt;br /&gt;No I prefer lounge pants, especially when doing Yoga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever stolen a sign from a street?&lt;br /&gt;I confess, I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer someone taller or shorter than you?&lt;br /&gt;Taller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which do you prefer: going on a " date" or " hanging out" ?&lt;br /&gt;What about hanging out on a date? Um?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer being in an actual relationship, or would you rather have the freedom of a friendship?&lt;br /&gt;Friendship. Much easier to handle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a deep or light sleeper?&lt;br /&gt;Light. I have even woken myself up by snoring ( yes I snore, not scared to admit it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from now on, you' re going to be asked unique questions, you ready?&lt;br /&gt;Taking deep breath to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you listen to music while reading a book?&lt;br /&gt;No it clouds my thoughts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have an irrational fear of public bathrooms?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I can’t go in public. That gets tricky when traveling for 11 + hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you want to run up to and hug every time you see them?&lt;br /&gt;One person who I haven’t seen in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see someone drop $5 w/o noticing, would you grab it?&lt;br /&gt;Yes but only to give it back to them. Karma is a good thing ya’ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish summer could come just about now?&lt;br /&gt;Only to get it over with faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the first day of school approached, were you nervous?&lt;br /&gt;Visibly shaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a cat that stares and meows at you often ?&lt;br /&gt;Cats creep me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can others tell when you' re having an extremely bad day?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I have a look or so I hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it hard for you to say 'no' to people ?&lt;br /&gt;No. See it’s easy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever hit an animal in your car?&lt;br /&gt;It’s something I don’t like remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a boy/ girl ever called you babe/ baby?&lt;br /&gt;Yes and I despise it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed on a boat?&lt;br /&gt;Yes many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to about anything?&lt;br /&gt;Once I did but he was gay so I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t count him as opposite. Love you Vaughn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you care if people don’t like you?&lt;br /&gt;For a little while but most of the time I just forget about them. I don’t need one person's approval when I have great friends to lean on. Love you Guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-3904360863012652642?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/3904360863012652642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=3904360863012652642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/3904360863012652642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/3904360863012652642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/03/couldnt-think-of-anything.html' title='Couldn&apos;t think of anything.'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-5362841907066159628</id><published>2009-03-20T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T06:59:50.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Something funny.</title><content type='html'>Seeing as it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; I thought I would give us all a chuckle to kick off the weekend. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315268968118142322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/ScOg9wpWxXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MBpz5YNCjIQ/s400/cookie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315268922943210194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/ScOg7IW0AtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/5lcjkZ19PAE/s400/cow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/ScOg26qATDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/khv2Js-iUL4/s1600-h/food-network.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315268850546134066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/ScOg26qATDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/khv2Js-iUL4/s400/food-network.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-5362841907066159628?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/5362841907066159628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=5362841907066159628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/5362841907066159628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/5362841907066159628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-funny.html' title='Something funny.'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/ScOg9wpWxXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MBpz5YNCjIQ/s72-c/cookie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-3683617350339975075</id><published>2009-03-18T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:22:00.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emptiness'/><title type='text'>Emptiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/ScEs8tpsWsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/CiVZg4SNShI/s1600-h/Dark-Forest-35836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314578456832137922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/ScEs8tpsWsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/CiVZg4SNShI/s320/Dark-Forest-35836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past week I have felt the weight of the world pressing down on me. Everywhere I turn there is just another thing I can't face, or I'm not ready to face. &lt;strong&gt;I feel lost&lt;/strong&gt;. So much happening at once, I feel lost in an empty wood with no way out. Life seemed to have a silver lining last week but since then it has quickly turned into a hurricane barreling down on us. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; go outside for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cig&lt;/span&gt; I think "How far can I run before I breakdown?" Through all of this I have kept the tears at bay but I don't know if I am strong enough to keep them away much longer. Lost is the best word to describe this feeling right now. Lost in life, lost in Faith, lost in Love.&lt;strong&gt; Lost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: Breaking Down - Gabby Johnson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-3683617350339975075?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/3683617350339975075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=3683617350339975075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/3683617350339975075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/3683617350339975075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/03/emptiness.html' title='Emptiness'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/ScEs8tpsWsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/CiVZg4SNShI/s72-c/Dark-Forest-35836.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-5287231598265854430</id><published>2009-03-18T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:46:04.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><title type='text'>Something nice to look at.</title><content type='html'>Channing Tatum is ( insert your own word ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/ScEM2JrHldI/AAAAAAAAALw/Jlv52vMgV6U/s1600-h/channing-tatum-0904-ps05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314543159723136466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/ScEM2JrHldI/AAAAAAAAALw/Jlv52vMgV6U/s320/channing-tatum-0904-ps05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First saw him is She's the Man ( currently watching ) and then in Step Up 2. Thought I would add something easy to look at, at least in my opinion. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-5287231598265854430?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/5287231598265854430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=5287231598265854430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/5287231598265854430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/5287231598265854430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/03/channing-tatum.html' title='Something nice to look at.'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/ScEM2JrHldI/AAAAAAAAALw/Jlv52vMgV6U/s72-c/channing-tatum-0904-ps05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-1760888495046066381</id><published>2009-03-17T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:39:39.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghost'/><title type='text'>Freaky!</title><content type='html'>Watched this and had to actually leave the room halfway through. I don't believe in ghosts but this got my heart racing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/494443/ghost_caught_crying.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/494443/ghost_caught_crying/"&gt;Ghost Caught Crying - video powered by Metacafe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obvious fake but still...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-1760888495046066381?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/1760888495046066381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=1760888495046066381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1760888495046066381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1760888495046066381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/03/freaky.html' title='Freaky!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-5610384270886063395</id><published>2009-03-17T07:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T07:43:37.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Tweet tweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Sb-2oWZEt9I/AAAAAAAAALo/kU4c41sOl-E/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314166889642244050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 53px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Sb-2oWZEt9I/AAAAAAAAALo/kU4c41sOl-E/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been debating weather or not to post about Twitter since most of the world is aready twitting away but have decided to do a quick blurb anyways. I haven't been twitting for long but I have noticed that when I started in January hardly anyone was on. But now it seems to have become this phenomenon over night. I was shocked to discover exactly how many people are twitting. I see it only as the it thing of the moment for most, like Facebook or Myspace, but for me it's a way to quickly share the thoughts that bounce around endlessly in my head. So far my favorite fellow Twitterers are &lt;strong&gt;Aston Kutcher&lt;/strong&gt; and his lovely wife &lt;strong&gt;Demi.&lt;/strong&gt; Also I have recently added &lt;strong&gt;Christopher Walken&lt;/strong&gt;, who twits some of the oddest things in the world but I absolutely adore him for it ( he is also one of my favorite actors so that is a huge plus. ) I'm not sure what I love most about twitter, but I do love it. Hopefully this wasn't to random or rambly. See you in the great wide Twitterverse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: Black Water - Doobie Brothers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-5610384270886063395?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/5610384270886063395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=5610384270886063395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/5610384270886063395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/5610384270886063395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/03/tweet-tweet.html' title='Tweet tweet'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Sb-2oWZEt9I/AAAAAAAAALo/kU4c41sOl-E/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-9085206831413496965</id><published>2009-03-16T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T07:00:01.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><title type='text'>In a dream world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Sb5adyH64oI/AAAAAAAAALY/lIOFh4zG8CA/s1600-h/showimage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313784078061462146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Sb5adyH64oI/AAAAAAAAALY/lIOFh4zG8CA/s320/showimage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313783959721188322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Sb5aW5RZm-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/0eVq6TiAPcg/s320/showimage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313783852467970226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Sb5aQpuPYLI/AAAAAAAAALI/CzIWh6eyWaU/s320/showimage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh to have the talent to make coffee art. The sad truth is I would never want to ruin the beautiful creation and would just stare at the cup in pure agony. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: Beautiful - James Blunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-9085206831413496965?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/9085206831413496965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=9085206831413496965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/9085206831413496965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/9085206831413496965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-dream-world.html' title='In a dream world'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Sb5adyH64oI/AAAAAAAAALY/lIOFh4zG8CA/s72-c/showimage3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-8828753575873653095</id><published>2009-03-15T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T08:06:08.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Things...</title><content type='html'>Got this from a friend on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 ODD Things about you! Learn about your friends,and let them learn 50 things about you!&lt;br /&gt;1) Three Favorite Things In Your bedroom? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bed, lamp, book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Have you ever smoked heroin? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;God no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you own guns? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4) Favorite flavor of Ice cream? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5) Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What do you think of hot dogs? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Great in the summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Favorite song? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;America’s Sweethearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What do you prefer to drink in the morning? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Coffee, duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9) Can you do push ups? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yes, but not very well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11) What's your Favorite Restaurant? &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wasabi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;12) Do you like blue cheese? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Gross!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;13) Ever been in a car wreck? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What is your favorite college team? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Georgia Bulldogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) What's one trait that you hate about yourself? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Complicated&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Middle name? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Michelle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17) What's your AOL Instant Messenger screen name? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;justagirlfromga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)What are three things that you bought yesterday? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Milk, chips, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;broccoli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19) Name 3 drinks you drink regularly? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Coffee, water, tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Current worry? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tires on Jeep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Current hate right now? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;22) What are you craving right now? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Butterfinger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Yes or No? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Where would you like to be right now? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;25) Name three people who will read this? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me, myself and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;26) Do you own slippers?&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; One pair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) What shirt are you wearing? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Vintage Harvard tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hate the feel of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;29) Can you whistle? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;30) Do you hate anyone? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Don’t think I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Would you be a pirate? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;No, I like the land too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) What songs do you sing in the shower? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Fifteen, Hallelujah, Respect, Baby it’s cold outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) If you had a baby girl what would you name her? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Georgia, in honor of Georgia O’Keefe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Boy? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Matthew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;35) What are you doing tomorrow? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Same thing I do everyday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pinky&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Last thing that made you laugh?&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Failblog&lt;/span&gt;.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;37) Best bed sheets as a child? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Little Mermaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Worst injury you've ever had? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cut open my eye on a chain link fence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;39) Do you love where you live? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) How many TVs do you have in your house? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) What is your favorite room at home?&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; Living room, has the nicest TV in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;42) Shower or bath? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;43) Does &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; have a crush on you? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I’d hope so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;44) Are you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;currently&lt;/span&gt; happy or sad? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mixture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;45) What is your favorite movie? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Gone with the Wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;46) What is your favorite sports team? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cleveland &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cavs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) Where is your favorite place to be? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anywhere with good friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;48) Where is the next place you want to travel to? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Rome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) What were you doing at 12 AM last night? &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yelling at Moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;God why am I up so early?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. Did you notice there was no number 10? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-8828753575873653095?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/8828753575873653095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=8828753575873653095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/8828753575873653095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/8828753575873653095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/03/50-things.html' title='50 Things...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-659364989079911865</id><published>2009-03-15T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T07:32:41.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Picture of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Sb0QdpGKJVI/AAAAAAAAAK4/_882tCunltA/s1600-h/fun+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313421236800988498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Sb0QdpGKJVI/AAAAAAAAAK4/_882tCunltA/s320/fun+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: River Flows in You - Yiruma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-659364989079911865?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/659364989079911865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=659364989079911865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/659364989079911865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/659364989079911865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/03/picture-of-day.html' title='Picture of the Day'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Sb0QdpGKJVI/AAAAAAAAAK4/_882tCunltA/s72-c/fun+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-4384374262305736612</id><published>2009-03-14T13:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:46:25.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When did we lose touch?</title><content type='html'>I keep asking myself that question. Everyday we seem to close ourselves off to the World only to escape to it through our computers. What happened to talking to someone new in the coffee shop or in line at the store? Where did the days go when people said hello to one another on the street? &lt;strong&gt;Where is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mayberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Even as I am writing this, I know no one will comment. Sad, but true. I feel a ping of sadness when I see nothing but at the same time I understand. Not everything I write is the most fascinating thing you have ever read but it's my thoughts and feelings. It keeps me &lt;strong&gt;sane&lt;/strong&gt;. And now I have completely strayed off topic. Oops! Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt; Praying to hear from you, any of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-4384374262305736612?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/4384374262305736612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=4384374262305736612&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/4384374262305736612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/4384374262305736612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-did-we-lose-touch.html' title='When did we lose touch?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-2138228795558643268</id><published>2009-03-13T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:29:32.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Invasion of the Moose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Sbv3e6Iaj9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/r6_kYKx7Cmg/s1600-h/Moose+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313112295786319826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Sbv3e6Iaj9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/r6_kYKx7Cmg/s320/Moose+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I thought I would want to wait longer before jumping back into owning a pet but.... then I saw Moose. We were out for a normal day of shopping when I decided why not get a fish? Easy to take care of and basic, right? Well we some how traveled from the fish tanks down to the cats at Petsmart. So I thought why not a cat? Friendly, loving, sometimes playful. So as we looked at the cats I noticed a sign that they were from the SPCA and I thought why not go there and look at more to find the perfect one. I looked a the cats closely but none seemed like the right one for us. One of the volunteers notice us and said, " We just got a whole new group of dogs in if you would like to look." And I thought " Would we? " After a few seconds of pondering we slowly made our way around the SPCA to the dogs and there they were. The cutest sweetest puppies you have ever seen. I was smitten right then and there. L went nuts. She was bouncing with joy at the sight of them so we pulled a few out and gave them a test run. Some went right for her but others just sat in the corner. The first one we played with was a bundle of chocolate fur they had dubbed "Axle". L was in love. She was practically blind to all the others we played with. All she wanted was him. So I put her to the test just to 100% sure. We liked Axle's brother a lot too but as you know the kids get the final say, well at least in our family and when it comes to pets. So I asked which one she wanted? She ran over to Axle and wouldn't let him go. I mentioned he looked like a Moose with his large paws and she rolled with it. So Moose he became and Moose he'll be. Now he is fast asleep in his bed next to the couch and we couldn't be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: Home - Michael Buble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-2138228795558643268?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/2138228795558643268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=2138228795558643268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/2138228795558643268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/2138228795558643268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/03/invasion-of-moose.html' title='Invasion of the Moose'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Sbv3e6Iaj9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/r6_kYKx7Cmg/s72-c/Moose+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-8071063853614103368</id><published>2009-03-12T09:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:33:29.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Sbk5SNavwnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/yFEQ_op3idY/s1600-h/seattle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312340220462482034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Sbk5SNavwnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/yFEQ_op3idY/s320/seattle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Sunrise in Seattle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-8071063853614103368?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/8071063853614103368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=8071063853614103368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/8071063853614103368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/8071063853614103368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/03/picture-of-week.html' title='Picture of the Week'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Sbk5SNavwnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/yFEQ_op3idY/s72-c/seattle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-7543938448906476867</id><published>2009-03-12T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T05:23:52.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Failblog</title><content type='html'>For those who haven't checked it out yet, I highly recommend doing so &lt;strong&gt;NOW!&lt;/strong&gt; I am completely addicted to it. Some of the things on there are just completel lack of common sense, but it's all good. So go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://failblog.org/"&gt;http://failblog.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: When You Wish Upon a Star - Jiminy Cricket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-7543938448906476867?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/7543938448906476867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=7543938448906476867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/7543938448906476867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/7543938448906476867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/03/failblog.html' title='Failblog'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-2721726522192562557</id><published>2009-03-10T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:16:12.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>I have to do WHAT to the seeds?</title><content type='html'>For those who do not know, Gypsy was my fur baby. And I say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with the heaviest of hearts. She was the middle child in our family. L misses her everyday and ask when we can go see her. L is 3 and can't seem to understand exactly what has happened and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EJ&lt;/span&gt; is not even 7 months so he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; has no clue what is going on. I on the other hand feel like I am forgetting to do something every single time I pass by the spot her cage used to sit or lay on the couch expecting her to jump up next to me. She will be greatly missed. So now I am occupying myself with various thing trying to ease the pain some. My latest chore is planting a garden. I am no gardener by any means. I spent hours this morning digging up my backyard, plotting the exact spot of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;plants&lt;/span&gt; before changing my mind and starting all over again. So far out of the 50 odd plants I have 5 planted, &lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;! My arms ache, my back is throbbing, and my pale white skin is glowing lobster red ( sunscreen would have been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt; idea ) Tomorrow I start on finishing the garden and revamping the front flower beds. I can't wait! ( that was sarcasm people. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: I'm Moving On - Rascal Flatts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-2721726522192562557?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/2721726522192562557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=2721726522192562557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/2721726522192562557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/2721726522192562557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-to-do-what-to-seeds.html' title='I have to do WHAT to the seeds?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-8721577060451303324</id><published>2009-03-08T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T07:28:29.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad day - March 7, 2009</title><content type='html'>Our beloved Gyspy is gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-8721577060451303324?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/8721577060451303324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=8721577060451303324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/8721577060451303324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/8721577060451303324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/03/sad-day-march-7-2009.html' title='Sad day - March 7, 2009'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-7483365801457824262</id><published>2009-03-06T14:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:14:36.632-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anxious'/><title type='text'>To renew or not to renew? That is the question..</title><content type='html'>Why is deciding to renew a lease so darn difficult? Every time I see that piece of paper, I feel anxious over the thought of scrabbling my signature before popping it into the box and watching another year's worth of rent checks quickly following behind it. When I see the amount I will pay I can feel my heart race and my throat go dry. &lt;strong&gt;$14,400&lt;/strong&gt; is a large sum of money no matter who you are and I have paid that amount in the past year to a landlord I have never met. Why should I pay so much for four simple walls and a roof? But when you break it down over 12 months it suddenly seems not so bad, right? I mean $1200 a month is a good amount to pay for a house, a whole house, not a condo or an apartment, right? There are many reason why I should move. For one, there is &lt;strong&gt;no garage&lt;/strong&gt;, none and everything I had in my old garage is now stuffed into a closet and it's farther from work than I'd like but then it has it's upsides too. A large &lt;strong&gt;shopping&lt;/strong&gt; center is like half a mile away, so I am broke most of the time, and the neighborhood is safe and comfortable with the large porches lining the street ( The picture perfect American postcard, flags included ). Not to mention I have moved 6 times in as many years and I am sick of it. &lt;strong&gt;Sick!&lt;/strong&gt; So I take a deep breath as I sign away another year in this home, and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: Stay - Blue Merle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-7483365801457824262?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/7483365801457824262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=7483365801457824262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/7483365801457824262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/7483365801457824262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-renew-or-not-to-renew-that-is.html' title='To renew or not to renew? That is the question..'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-5280623151618653310</id><published>2009-03-04T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:17:49.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Happy Day!</title><content type='html'>My day started out like any other day. I had my coffee and headed out for some little shopping to pick up a few things I was running low on. Well meandering around Target I decided to scan the DVDs in hope that in particular would be there. I wanted to scream for joy when I saw this sitting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309503376866676082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Sa8lMLfgDXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/GzIWxfYnFgs/s320/stardust.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was the movie. I had searched for months and suddenly there it was. I know I could have ordered it online and saved all this searching but I didn't see the sense of paying extra for a movie I can find in the store ( patience was the key ).  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I absolutely adore this movie. I have seen many movies in my life but this is one of the most original films I have seen in a long time. If you haven't seen it yet, I highly recommend you doing so immediately. Even C who utterly hates chick flicks liked it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After finding this gem ( in my opinion ) the day turned wonderful. &lt;strong&gt;Georgia on My Mind&lt;/strong&gt; was playing on the radio at Moe's ( best veg taco joint in town ) and I got a new body wash that smells exactly like my favorite flower ( Sweet Williams ). Ah, a wonderful day indeed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: Georgia on My Mind - Ray Charles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-5280623151618653310?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/5280623151618653310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=5280623151618653310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/5280623151618653310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/5280623151618653310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh Happy Day!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Sa8lMLfgDXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/GzIWxfYnFgs/s72-c/stardust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-1968229627396623760</id><published>2009-03-03T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:30:07.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you like wine or a beer?</title><content type='html'>Generally when I am at home, I like to have a glass of wine every now and then to help unwind and distress. Like tonight for instance. I bought a nice Riesling to make homemade crab linguine. I was so excited as I picked out the shallots, garlic and pasta, grabbed a huge stack of crab legs from the store and was practically bouncing as I started cooking. Halfway through though I realized I hadn't even opened the wine, I had burnt the shallots and garlic, and cut my hand on the crab legs. Needless to say I ended up still making crab linguine but used alfredo from a jar instead of a delicious homemade sauce. The bottle of wine is still sitting on my counter next to the reds on the rack, unopened. But whenever I go out with friends I always order a beer to drink. I always think if I order wine my friends will look at me with that sideways glance, you know the one. How is it I am two completely different people? A wine drinker and a beer guzzler? Anyone else have this problem? Or is it just another of my weird little quirks my friends and family have come to love but don't understand? &lt;strong&gt;Am I a private winer&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: I Can't Make You Love Me - Bonnie Raitt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-1968229627396623760?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/1968229627396623760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=1968229627396623760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1968229627396623760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1968229627396623760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/03/would-you-like-wine-or-beer.html' title='Would you like wine or a beer?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-8436010318468751311</id><published>2009-03-02T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:25:30.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Ohio</title><content type='html'>Vacations can be so relaxing and so exhausting at the same time. I had so much fun while with my friends and family in Ohio but dreaded the 12 hour drive home. I have never been so glad to see my house. I practically kissed the driveway as I walked into the house flipping on the lights and discovering all the things I forgot to do before heading out for the week. Now I am able to sit and enjoy the pictures of my time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Saxsh8VI9RI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/AWOZeLueJHg/s1600-h/02-01-2009+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308737391149249810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Saxsh8VI9RI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/AWOZeLueJHg/s320/02-01-2009+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the summer porch is this light-up palm tree that Dad picked up years ago. You know your strange when the pizza man refers to your house as the one with the palm tree out front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SaxrfiyAfII/AAAAAAAAAKI/NuMyNn2P0A0/s1600-h/02-01-2009+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308736250419641474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SaxrfiyAfII/AAAAAAAAAKI/NuMyNn2P0A0/s320/02-01-2009+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the few sunsets we enjoyed while there. The old farm looks much better in the failing light of day when the snow is glowing a faint orange and the old silo stands tall and proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308735350472661186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SaxqrKN7WMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/18zhB03pxHU/s320/02-01-2009+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cold? No just doing an impression of an Eskimo. Convincing right? Yeah didn't think so. I could have lead Santa's sleigh with a nose so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bright&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308733627375544578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SaxpG3Lj6QI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/aIgz4YliNpc/s320/02-01-2009+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;C and I prepping Baby Blue. We laughed so hard that night, sitting around with a cup of hot cocoa, as I retold the story of me getting stuck in the muddy fields. I had to push my way out, slipped in the mud and landed face first in the field. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308732882059430530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SaxobeqWioI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Q0rR6d654Qo/s320/02-01-2009+011+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking to the car after the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cavs&lt;/span&gt; game I smoked my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cig&lt;/span&gt; while trying to ignore the bitter cold wind that was blowing through the parking garage. Sitting 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; row behind the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cavs&lt;/span&gt; bench was the best way to watch my first live basketball game ever. Even though I didn't understand and thing that was going on most of the time I still cheered right along with everyone. I had to spend most of the time ignoring the rather loud, rather drunk man sitting in front of me or leaning around the 6'10 man to my left. All in all it was a great night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am staring at the 4 suitcases still to be unpacked ( and that's my idea of light packing.) I always enjoy the vacations but it's what happens afterwards, when life returns to normal that I find so depressing. Oh well, time to get to work. Hope everyone had as fabulous a week as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: Good Times - Alan Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-8436010318468751311?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/8436010318468751311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=8436010318468751311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/8436010318468751311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/8436010318468751311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-ohio.html' title='Oh Ohio'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/Saxsh8VI9RI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/AWOZeLueJHg/s72-c/02-01-2009+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-6469909958070640478</id><published>2009-02-26T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T18:54:05.076-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='observation'/><title type='text'>Observations</title><content type='html'>While watching people passing by me today, something I do regularly, I couldn't help but notice that there are 3 types of smokers. The first is the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Huff and Puffer&lt;/span&gt;, these are the ones who take a drag before puffing it back out right away. I wonder why they even bother smoking and wasting their money on a cigarette they inhaling like soda through a straw. Maybe they are just to busy to enjoy it or they just need that fix so they inhaling as much and as fast as they can.  Next comes the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Long Dragger&lt;/span&gt; - the ones who took that long deep drag holding it in for more than the should then slowly letting it out again. I always find them the most fascinating to watch, like every drag is the most wondrous thing in the world and it must be savored. Finally comes the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Drag and Burner&lt;/span&gt;. These are the saddest of all. They take a long puff then stare at the paper burning. you can almost hear the debate in their head over weather smoking this cigarette is truly worth it or not before taking another short drag and beginning the debate again. I am a mixture of all three. I take a quick drag but then wonder why I wasted it so I take a longer drag next time. This one I savor letting the smoke slowly sip from my lips. Finally I take the long drag and stare wondering if it is truly worth it. Do I really need that noxious toxic stick I am flicking between my fingers? Knowing the whole time I really should quit. There is many other things I can waste me money on. As I sit thinking about all the wonderful trinkets I can buy with all the money I am saving I take a quick drag, beginning the process all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-6469909958070640478?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/6469909958070640478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=6469909958070640478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/6469909958070640478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/6469909958070640478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/02/observations.html' title='Observations'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-6448529654071797269</id><published>2009-02-23T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:26:16.923-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='itunes'/><title type='text'>The iTunes shuffle</title><content type='html'>This is a fun game that a friend sent me on Myspace. It's simple. you put your itunes/ipod on shuffle and then fill in the question with whatever song title comes on ( and no scanning for the perfect song. ) I laughed so hard doing it so I thought I'd share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;• What do your friends think of you? &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I wish I wasn’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• If someone says, “Is this okay?” you say? &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Haunted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• How would you describe yourself? &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Prayin for daylight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What do you like in a guy/girl? &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Pretty baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• How do you feel today? &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Complainte De La Butte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What is your life’s purpose? &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Seek and Destroy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;• What is your motto? &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What do you think about very often? &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What is 2 + 2? &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Hot n Cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What do you think of your best friend? &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Together we’ll ring in the New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What do you think of the person you like? &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I want a hippopotamus for christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;• What is your life story? &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Decode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;• What do you want to be when you grow up&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Johnny and June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What do you think of when you see the person you like? &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;A bird’s song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What will you dance to at your wedding? &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;• What will they play at your funeral? &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;You could be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;• What is your hobby/interest? &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Take a bow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What is your biggest fear? &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Clarity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;• What is your biggest secret? &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Shattered (Turn the car around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;• What do you think of your friends? &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Light in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I am tagging anyone who wants to do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-6448529654071797269?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/6448529654071797269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=6448529654071797269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/6448529654071797269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/6448529654071797269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/02/itunes-shuffle.html' title='The iTunes shuffle'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-1532444012797613764</id><published>2009-02-22T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T06:55:25.602-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emails'/><title type='text'>You've Got Mail</title><content type='html'>Who doesn't love getting a good e-mail every once in a while? So here goes. Send me an e-mail at &lt;a href="mailto:jennifer_janicek@yahoo.com"&gt;jennifer_janicek@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;  and just talk. Talk about anything you want. I love to meet new peopleand have a great conversation. Plus if you're holding or drinking coffee it's like meeting a new person over a cup of coffee in some quinat cafe in New York or where ever you imagine. So that's it. Hope to hear from ya'll soon. Enjoy the Oscars tonight! I will completely miss it. I am going to the Cavs game. Look for me next to the girl with bright red hair. If you watch you'll know what I mean. Bye ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-1532444012797613764?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/1532444012797613764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=1532444012797613764&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1532444012797613764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1532444012797613764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/02/youve-got-mail.html' title='You&apos;ve Got Mail'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-5517605199528041974</id><published>2009-02-19T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T07:10:29.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on Pause</title><content type='html'>As I am zipping the bags shut and shoving them into the Jeep I thought I'd say a quick bye-bye to you all. I am going on one of those dreaded family vacations. (I know, horrible) but at least it has a silver lining, well two actually. First I get to play in the snow, fun right? Second I have tickets to the Cavs vs. Pistons game on Saturday. That alone makes this trip more bearable. Luckily I have plenty of tunes on Clover ( see earlier post ) and 3 new books to occupy my time. So, so long for now. Hope everyone has a wonderful week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: I Will Be - Leona Lewis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-5517605199528041974?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/5517605199528041974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=5517605199528041974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/5517605199528041974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/5517605199528041974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-on-pause.html' title='Life on Pause'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-7259482360595716448</id><published>2009-02-17T16:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:38:44.831-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Snowfall</title><content type='html'>There is nothing I love more in this world than the falling snow. I love how just before it starts everything seems so quiet like the whole world is waiting, holding it's breath for that first flake to drift on the breeze. The snowfall reminds me of strings of pearls hanging from the clouds. As you walk along, the crunching snow under your feet, you catch a few flakes on your tongue then laugh like a child. You remember your first snowball fight, skating on the ponds near your house with your friends or making snow angels in the freshly fallen snow. At night you curl up in a chair, hot cup of coco in your hand, smiling as you watch the snow pile around the window sill. Enjoy it while it last because soon it melts away leaving behind an empty feeling. I love to walk in the snow as it falls, smiling the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my random thoughts of the night. Hope it brought a smile to your face when you remembered your favorite thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303930224763855298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SZtYcCCB4cI/AAAAAAAAAJg/5Mqg4Xws1A0/s320/BN14676_07-FB~Falling-Snow-Yosemite-National-Park-California-USA-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: Smile - Lyle Lovett&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-7259482360595716448?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/7259482360595716448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=7259482360595716448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/7259482360595716448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/7259482360595716448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/02/snowfall.html' title='Snowfall'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SZtYcCCB4cI/AAAAAAAAAJg/5Mqg4Xws1A0/s72-c/BN14676_07-FB~Falling-Snow-Yosemite-National-Park-California-USA-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-6581821115915908097</id><published>2009-02-17T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:58:57.706-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polyvore'/><title type='text'>One of my favorite sets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/rainbow_loves/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=6617693"&gt;&lt;img title="Rainbow Loves" height="400" alt="Rainbow Loves" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFldNMDBoUWY5M1JHSXFWUFdGbjdjaXcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/rainbow_loves/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=6617693"&gt;Rainbow Loves&lt;/a&gt; - by &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=597798" rel="nofollow"&gt;belloftheball&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/"&gt;Polyvore.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-6581821115915908097?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/6581821115915908097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=6581821115915908097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/6581821115915908097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/6581821115915908097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-of-my-favorite-sets.html' title='One of my favorite sets'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-3237818201231258113</id><published>2009-02-16T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:03:33.603-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Snip-it from a story I'm writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Here is a part of what I am writing and thought I'd share it with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon was high in that October sky. The air, crisp, with a hint of frost on the edge of the breeze as it blew across the field. The sound of rustling leaves could be heard faintly. I brushed my hand against the soft blades of grass as I walked along the well worn path. A few blades brushed against my bare legs tickling wherever they fell. My thin cotton dress gave me no warmth against the cool night air. The sun had been high in the sky when I set out but had long vanished beyond the horizon. The soft padding of my feet was mixed with the sound of something running towards me. I froze where I was, scanning the darkness for any sign of movement. On the edge of the field, near the tree line, I could see someone moving at great speed, circling around me. My eyes followed them as they darted back and forth coming closer with each sweep of the field. I watched and waited for the attack. We were plunged into darkness as the clouds drifted in front of the moon blocking out it’s light. I could hear them laughing the closer they came.&lt;br /&gt;-It has been a long time little one.&lt;br /&gt;I shuddered at the sound of that voice.&lt;br /&gt;-Not long enough for me Felix.&lt;br /&gt;I could hear someone very close behind let out a snort, I assumed was supposed to be a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Didn&lt;/span&gt;’t you miss me?&lt;br /&gt;He purred.&lt;br /&gt;-Who would ever miss a murderer like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Feel free to leave comment on it ( good and bad ). I love feed back on my writing so please, feel free. If you all like it I might post more in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-3237818201231258113?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/3237818201231258113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=3237818201231258113&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/3237818201231258113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/3237818201231258113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/02/snippet-from-story-im-writing.html' title='Snip-it from a story I&apos;m writing'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-2947329646696059145</id><published>2009-02-16T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:27:09.647-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laugh'/><title type='text'>Cheering up time</title><content type='html'>Since I have noticed everyone has been a bit down since Valentine's Day I thought I'd give you guys a few things to laugh at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to google and type in &lt;strong&gt;French Military Victories&lt;/strong&gt; and press "I'm feeling lucky"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Here's a bad joke my sis told me.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I will find you, take you to bed and have my way with you. You will moan and groan and beg me to stop. I'll exhaust you and leave you weak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sincerely, The Flu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-2947329646696059145?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/2947329646696059145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=2947329646696059145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/2947329646696059145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/2947329646696059145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/02/cheering-up-time.html' title='Cheering up time'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8478766473715250841.post-1386137167172180347</id><published>2009-02-15T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:18:01.373-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>25 Random Things About Me</title><content type='html'>1. I have no clue what my natural hair color is anymore.&lt;br /&gt;2. Once almost broke my nose staring at a guy instead of where I was going.&lt;br /&gt;3. White tulips are my favorite flowers.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love to cook but hate to eat the food I make. It's too pretty to eat sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;5. My dog looks like a handbag with fur.&lt;br /&gt;6. I snort when I laugh too hard.&lt;br /&gt;7. I hate driving because I am afarid I will roll over if I turn to fast in my Jeep.&lt;br /&gt;8. I love to lay on the grass and watch the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;9. I still watch My Little Pony on Saturday mornings while eating a bowl of Captain Crunch.&lt;br /&gt;10. I smoke, horrible I know but am trying to quit. Seriously thinking about it at least.&lt;br /&gt;11. I am terrified of needles. Took till my 20th birthday to pierce my ears.&lt;br /&gt;12. I drink socially but not excessively and never until I am drunk.&lt;br /&gt;13. I love my birthday. Cinco De Mayo!&lt;br /&gt;14. I hate doing laundry.&lt;br /&gt;15. I laugh at myself for having a blog, twittering,and for being on Facebook plus Myspace.&lt;br /&gt;16. I have two nervous habits; biting my lip and tugging on my earlobe.&lt;br /&gt;17. I want to invent a time machine, go back and slap my 17 year old self for loving a boy who didn't care about me and letting a great guy go who did.&lt;br /&gt;18. I honestly &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; believe we landed on the moon.&lt;br /&gt;19. I love the way the air smells after a summer storm.&lt;br /&gt;20. I respect other peoples views on religion and hope they respect mine as well.&lt;br /&gt;21. Never been through a hurricane nor a tornado but always wondered what it would be like.&lt;br /&gt;22. Clowns scare me.&lt;br /&gt;23. Is my age&lt;br /&gt;24. I like playing sports just not very good at them.&lt;br /&gt;25. I could eat sushi all day every day and be completely happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day: Almost Lover - A Fine Frenzy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8478766473715250841-1386137167172180347?l=lulusluckypony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/feeds/1386137167172180347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8478766473715250841&amp;postID=1386137167172180347&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1386137167172180347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8478766473715250841/posts/default/1386137167172180347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lulusluckypony.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things-about-me.html' title='25 Random Things About Me'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537444131749968806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_alGoPRTRhxQ/SYG20ZeLPnI/AAAAAAAAABE/xp7ht0uNUTs/S220/jen+051+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
